It's all a long story... I tend to over analyze everything... but it's alot of things.

When I was in the sixth grade, my half brother killed himself due to a heroin addiction. I never heard of kids doing drugs.. my overall thought on them were weapons by low lives meant to get you addicted and keep coming back with money. And I wasn't ready for any of that at that age... I'm not sure if I've ever really been sane since, but who knows. I fell in love with a girl in the 7th grade until I got over her in the ninth grade... and that was really hard, we were really close. I drank on occassions, just to get a buzz, but never shitfaced. Alot of my friends out of the area smoked, and convinced me it was no big deal. But I was concerned with the morality of it, and if it was a good idea. But what do you know? I found a jar in a brown paper bag in my dad's closet. A jar full of weed... I was shocked and was REAAAAAAALLY upset. His son died due to drugs, and I didn't know if it was all that bad.

Well, my friend brought some pills over one day and gave me a few. I took them a few days later, 3 percocets (30mg total), and I loved it. I realized that not all drugs are bad. I felt okay, so then I still had a 40mg Oxycontin left. I was feeling really shitty.. so I took the pill (chewed and swallowed), and I threw up so much, fell asleep, couldn't eat, and realized not all drugs are good... not that I didn't know that.

So I got the courage and took some of the bud in bag when noone was home... tried rolling a joint with computer paper... no luck... tried smoking from a pipe of his... no luck (didn't realize I had to light the bud and suck at the same time).

One day... I was sitting and home and found a recipe for LEARY BISCUITS. Crackers... Bud on top, then cheese over it, then put it on the microwave. Didn't sound too bad... So I made like 3 crackers worth... ate them, then went to my friends house. None of them did drugs, or drank. I was in a good neighborhood, drugs weren't really known about in this area, except that one kid who got me the pills, which lives outside of the community. I went outside for an hour, and was acting real giddy. I came back home out of bordom, and sat at my computer. My vision started getting blurry and I felt kind of heavy. I thought I was passing out due to exhaustion... but then it hit me... I REALIZED I WAS GETTING HIGH. It was amazing, out of nowhere, I was high. I was in love and got some food. Turned on some music. Life was good.

And I always had that large jar of bud to do, and I always had a friend of mine who had a brother that dealt, well, we'd get together every few weeks and he'd stay the night. He always brought a lot of bud, regs, but it was alright. We mainly just ate so much.... like an entire ziplock bag full... we ate like 14 crackers with bud PILED on it. My parents were asleep, so it was no big deal, and there wasn't much of a smell. It was great. We'd watch cartoons, we'd listen to music, we'd play video games, until we were just so tired that we went to sleep.

But now my friends hook me up fat... a quarter of regs for $10...
PurplePotatoes Reviewed by PurplePotatoes on . How'd you get started Hey watsup guys. I'm interested in knowing what motivated you guys to start tokin? I'm also interested in how you found your dealer. I get mine from my bro, and he gets his from his dealer. And I don't know how he discovered his dealer. One day I was looking in my brother's closet for some candy, and I saw this coca cola can. I picked it up to go throw it in the garbage, but I saw that it was closed, and was very light. I then discovered that it was a stash hider. I opened it, and there Rating: 5