First time I got stoned I was on the top of a mountain cliff with a couple friends. We rolled a fat blunt and split it between the three of us. The first few hits I don't remember feeling much but by the time the blunt was done, things got real wierd. I remember a cluster of trees looked a lot like a smiley face (not a bright yellow one, I can't really explain it), then I tried to get up and said F' this and just laid on the ground for a long time, staring up at the clouds...


Good memories =)