me and my friend maria (hot as fuck) ran into some friends of ours at the mall, mikey and joey, and they needed a ride. somehow we decided to go to a friend of their's house to smoke up because his parents didnt care.

we got there and his parents were havin a party, but we all just went into their garage. inside was like 6 old comfortable armchairs around a fold out table. the place smelled of stale weed.

we toked out of mikeys peice, and it only took 1 or 2 hits before i was baked. i kept getting weird cravings like i wanted to put my legs over my head and stuff, but i had to contain myself cause i didnt kno some of the ppl too well and didnt wanna be a freak.

ends up an hour later, the kids mom starts shooing us out of their house. i was the ride for like 4 people, and im still baked as hell. and there is NO fucking way im letting someone else drive my car. driving home was scary as fuck, i had to get on the freeway.. all i remember are some cars honking at me once or twice.

my first time is especially memorable cause my friend mikey just died a couple months ago. his car broke down on the interstate, and a car hit him when he got out to check his engine.

kind of a sad note to end on :/