I am not a small person. I am a 6'3" rugby player (second row for those in the know). first time i got blazed was in high school. These two girls were slapping my face and i was laughing. out of the blue my cousins bitch of a girlfriend comes up and hits me hard in the nuts and took off. i took off after her only to knock over a table, a couple chairs (one with a buddy in it), and broke a door frame (ya i went through a crappy basement door). I never caught her but my cousin stopped me and got me to calm down.

another time we got drunk and stoned at my buddy's house while his mom was out of town. i left to go home for curfew but he was so drunk i just told my dad that i wanted to spend the night over there to make sure he didnt get too sick. i was rip roaring wasted and smoked a joint the whole drive over there. he lives in this nice neighborhood that is still being developed. a cop saw me "run" into the house and came and knocked on the door. my boy was still passed out so i answered. i told the officer that i was just there to check in on my sick friend and his parents werent home. next thing i knew, i was in cuffs. they searched the house guns drawn, and i was yelling at the cops because i was wasted and angry. they couldnt find my friend so i, still in cuffs, had to lead them through the house which was full of shit from the party. i led them to the basement and showed them his room. they woke him up and told he said it was cool if i stayed. they were embarrassed that they went through all of that so let it all slide. i damn near shit myself on that cause there was definately a bong on the fireplace that they must have ignored