This last time that I smoked, something really funny happened.

Being that I live with my parents, I can't exactly toke up inside, even though I would love to. So after dinner I said "I think I'm going to go on a really long walk." So then I walked to this house that is currently being built, about a 5 minute walk that I enjoyed immensely because it was a slightly cool night, and everything looked like it had a corona around it. So I walked there, and went up to the second story, and cracked open a window. Being that this was the first time for me to smoke in about 3 months, I crackled with anticipation, especially seeing as how the guy I got it from said it was awesome shit. So I lit up, and smoked about 2 bowls. I felt nothing. Crestfallen, I decided to walk downstairs and go home. I was walking around the bottom floor of said house, and I started feeling it. Really, really strong, really, really fast. I was walking around, sort of moving my arms around, smiling and laughing because I loved how it felt. I was walking around, and then I said, out loud, "Ok. I just passed that fireplace, so there should be one when I turn this corner." I turned it, and NO FIREPLACE! I started freaking out a bit, and laughing kinda nervously. I kinda wandered around for a few more minutes, trying to find the door out. I went back home, and chilled in my room for a few hours. Definately a great experience!