Ah, let me begin my story. But first, I'm gonna pack my pipe again. Hopefully what follows this paragraph is legible.

Before I ever even came close to the opportunity to get high, I was researching. Could it really be as bad as they say? I asked myself. Hell, I know enough to not trust the government.

So I research. I find out it has medical benefits! I find out it isn't a gateway drug! I learn to much new information. I read things that had never been presented to me before, things omitted from the history the school systems teach us.

Then, one fateful night (after having seen Jackass Number 2 in the theater that very night), the subject came up. My friend mentioned it. I inquired as to the possibility of me sitting in on his friends' circle ala smoke.

Not long after, I find myself in a guy's basement. There is a bong on the coffee table, and large amounts of weed around. I begin to smile. Because I've never smoked anything before, it was suggested that I 'clear' the bong (with ice in the neck) after someone else's hit. It was a good idea.

I was coughing my ass off. They say a lot of people don't inhale the smoke on their first few times. Not me. I inhaled the shit out of the stuff, I wasn't going to fuck this up. So, a lot of coughing, a lot of drinking Lipton tea. After a while, I muster up the lungs to take a second hit. More of the same. Third hit, also more of the same.

Anyway, regardless of how many hits I took: I got blasted. It was great. The next session for me came a while later (maybe upwards to two weeks), and the events proceeded the same as before. Good times had by all.

The next time we hotboxed my friend's car with a glass pipe (killed my lungs).

The basement thing stopped happening, and I started primarily smoking with the original friend from the beginning of the story in his car. I still didn't have any weed of my own. We only used joints at that time; neither of us had anything else to use. A while later we buy pipes at a sweet headshop in town.

Finally, the day comes when I buy my first 1/8 of sweet mary jane. I believe the price was $60, and the stuff was very nice. Since the day I bought that 1/8, I've been stoned nearly every single night. I was hooked.

Hooked, like a goddamn fish on a line, but I wouldn't have it any other way.