I had to quit for three months due to court. this was back when i had to sneak out late at night to get high, anyways me and a couple of my friends are out in my neighborhood at about 1 am in this secluded area. we smoke only one joint and let me tell you, i was fucking ripped, too ripped at that point. got way paranoid but eventually it subsided, it was smooth sailing from there. i was so high i felt like we were going on a journey as we walked around. i don't know what would of happened if some cops rolled up. it was sketchy as fuck, but still those were good times. point is, i've had a couple of times where at first i was too high but you just got to go with the flow. go where the wind takes you cause once you start fighting it you'll end up tripping out and having a shitty experience, if that makes any sense.