My weed smoking friend brought a picture perfect leaf to school in an M&M minis can. I thought it smelled like cow shit. I've never really been scared or whatever because he was my best friend throughout elementary school and he was a total stoner even back then! Cool guy. Karl. I miss him. He moved before I ever toked.

First time I smoked it took almost an hour to take effect. I was sitting there staring at our campfire pissed because I thought we got screwed. Then, my friend, who was TOTALLY feeling it, needed my help setting up a tent. I got up, and immediatly fell on my face. I kept trying to get up but I just had NO balance at all and kept falling down in the weirdest positions. It was on grass right next to a river, so the ground was all spongy. I ended up helping him on my hands and knees. Took about two hours before I could finally manage standing. Sadly, never happened again. Sweet memories.