i had taken over a month off from smoking, and i smoked like 5 bowls in my bong with my friend, started to walk up my hill to he top of my house, next thing i knew i was walking through the door. i was holding my bong in plain site, when my brother walked in the room. i tried to hide it under my shirt, but it's like 2 feet long and the room reaked of pot. my brother tried to tell me what i was doing was wrong and he was going to tell my parents, when i realized how gay he was. i laughed at him for about 10 minutes and told him how much of a loser he was and he was never gonna get a girlfriend let alone laid. after that, i devoured 2 packs of ramen noodles and listened to the folowing pink floyd albums : wish you were here, animals, dark side of the moon. by the end of that, i was feeling sober again so i smoked a couple more bowls and got a really energetic high, running around my house being happy as a motherfucker. the whole time my friend was asleap on my couch.