This isn't really an odd encounter but it's a special memory for me.

It was the summer when i was 16, July the Fourth to be exact. I was at a party with a lot of friends, and it started to get dark (around 8) so me and 4 other friends left and went to a party one of my friends parents were having. They were crazy rednecks and there were fireworks going off everywhere, as well as alcohol aplenty lying about. It was like a warzone. i remember wandering around a little baked in his backyard where i ended up standing alone in this ravine that everyone at the party was setting fireworks off in. it was just after an artillery salvo and this ravine was swallowed in smoke. It looked like 4/20 at a Kottonmouth Kings concert a day after weed had been legalized. Purple Haze by Jimi Hendrix was blasting in the background among the fireworks explosions. I had this epiphany, standing there in the smoke listening to Hendrix, that even though all this shit was going down in my life (parents divorce, fighting with my dad, screwing up in school, etc.) that everything was gonna be okay. It was one of the defining moments of my Teenage years. but anyways, i met up with my three buddies who had scored some free alcohol, (we had plenty of weed) and headed back to where we were staying that night. After my friends parents went to sleep we snuck out to his pool and started blazin by the starlight. we had a badass rotation going with 4 of our finest pipes going around. It was shwag but after we smoked so much i was pretty fucking twisted. the final count for the 4 of us smoking that night was 44 bowls, 11 each. I remember shambling into his room at 3 in the morning completely blitzed and posting up on the couch to watch Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Best 4th of July so far! :jointsmile: