In high school, I had a party and we decided to head back into the woods to a ravine where we built a fireplace. I only did coke a few times in high school, but I had a lot of parties. That night, my best friend, from when I was little, was visiting his grandmother. He had moved to Florida several years before and came over and brought some coke that another friend of mine did with him. So I had a line.

It was just our luck that we had one flashlight to find our way through the woods. To get to the ravine, we had to take an L-shaped path through the woods, with the short part being near the entrance. So, I walked in and stopped before I turned to make sure that everyone could follow me.

After collecting 20-30 people, I started for the fire when, the next thing you know, I'm standing at the top of the ravine and a mass amount of people are screaming my name through the woods.