I'll never forget the time I found weed. I truly believe god had a hand in this day because it all came together too perfectly.

I had this really good friend who happened to be a girl and we had been hanging out every day for at least a month and I developed a little crush on her, so one day I decided just to bite the bullet and ask her out (I'm typically pretty antisocial, so it was a big thing for me) and I did and her reaction wasn't a good one... in fact there was a lot of yelling. So now having lost a friend and a romantic interest a pothead buddy of mine told me to come get stoned with him to take my mind of things. So we get to his house and he looks for his weed and realizes he only has stems left, so I told him I was going to walk down to the corner store and get some candy and we could at least watch a movie or something. On my way to the corner store I dropped my change in a drain. I got down on my hands and knees determined to get this change back, but I didn't find it... instead I felt a little plastic bag and inside was about 2 grams.

I got incredibly stoned, and when I got home my parents had a big juicy steak waiting for me. After dinner they said I got a call and should check the messages. The girl I mentioned before had called to apologize for reacting the way she did. When I called her back she said she had bought a 20 sack from her cousin (she had only smoked twice at the time, so she must have bought the 20 for me) and wanted to smoke me out.

We smoked and I got the brilliant idea to make a cucumber cake (It's a lot better than it sounds, trust me) and we ended up cooking a full meal stoned out of our minds and fell asleep on her couch watching reruns of the Fresh Prince of Bel Air.