I started smoking when I was 12 for a reason that I can't remember. One of my good friends smoked and so did my sister. One night I speant the night at that good friends house while his parents were on a cruise and he smoked me out. This guy has always been picky about marijuana, so he bought some pretty good dank from his neighbor(He would mow the guys lawn, then buy from him with the money that he paid him) and smoked out of his home made peice. I didn't actually inhale, but instead I was holding it in my mouth. We smoked nine or ten bowls straight, so it really didn't matter that I wasn't taking big hits. It was crazy, it seemed that every step that I took out of his basement the higher I got. Once we got up stairs we ate popcorn, drank water, and watched cartoons.


Good times.