No better place to start than the beginning. Way way back, the summer of 7th (going into 8th) grade. I went over to my friends house and we tossed around a football for a little while. His mom left and we were left the house alone to ourselves. I didn't even think the kid smoked or did any drugs, but when we went inside, he told me he wanted to show me something. We went to his room and he pulled out a 20 bag of really really horrible weed, and then his bowl. I got so scared, the DARE brainwash kicked in and all I could say is "I'm not really into drugs, man" then he asked if it was cool if he smoked, so we went out to his back porch
and he loaded up a bowl and took a hit. He looked at me and I looked at him, and I said "fuck it" and he passed it to me. I didn't really know how to take a hit so he showed me, and I took (what felt like) a huge one. I remember coughing my ass off and I threw up a bit in my mouth, but I didn't want to seem like a coward so I discreetly spit it out when he was taking his hit. Let me tell you, I don't remember ever being as high as I was that entire summer. It took off from there. My very best memories are smoking the fuck out of my friends toolshed and then going into his hot tub completely ripped. We used to lift each other up and it felt like we were going to the moon, it was insane, but so much fun. Great times.