My first high, late January of 2003. After school, some friends and I went behind the high school fences and toked on some blunts, the very first time I got high. At first I didn't really think I felt any change, but after a couple minutes I was flyin'. As we decided to walk home, I found myself walking in the opposite direction for a couple blocks. My home was the other way at about 4 miles. Luckily I stopped off at Fred Meyer at picked up some gatorade for myself and being extremely paranoid as to whether or not the people around me can smell the reefer scent on me. I made it home a mother of a friend of mine offered me a ride, while seeking to avoid interpersonal environments, I declined genuinely.

I honestly didn't enjoy the experience and didn't try it again until July 4th of that year and got 5 times more paranoid than the blunt I smoked in January. It took me years to understand cannabis.