Ah, I can remember this quite well;

It was winter of last year, I went to my dealer's house, and her, her friend, brother, my friend and I all went into her back yard in this 5x10 foot trailor. All 5 of us in a trailor that mind you, was half full of junk. Her brother takes out this gorgeous maybe 1 1/2foot bong. We start passing it around and after the first rounds of hits; the place was full of smoke and we were so fucked up. He didn't stop packing the bowl though, he kept it going around. An hour later we all stumble out of the trailor and SOMEHOW make it to her house. My friend and I got lost half way up the stairs to her room; I have no idea how.

We're upstairs now and the first thing she does is rub her hands on her rug and ask us how we like it. My friend and I are like, "ooh it's nice". My friend's gotta problem where she pukes every time she smokes so she ran to the bathroom not long after that. Then it's me, my dealer and her friend in her room. She has a hampster and in it's cage it had a wheel, so the stupid thing starts running on it. I swear to god, the floor was shaking like a fruggin' earth quake. Then every sound to me was through vibrations. I fall to the floor and am sitting there cross legged, my friend comes back and starts talking to the other two girls; she swears everything they were saying was on repeat. I'm totally in my own world and looking at the floor and my hands. All of a sudden a ladybug is on my hand, I watch it for a few minutes and look back down and it's gone. I start shaking my sleeve thinking it's there. The rest of the night was insane; conversations were trippy as hell or were similiar to "That 70's show".

I have never had that great or that much of bud ever again.