I was about about 15 or 16 and a dear friend of mine had just passed. I was really distraught and crying to the point of making myself sick. She was sitting on her bed, I walked into the room and said "please?". She hesitated but handed it to me and I hit that first doobie of my life I had known all my life that she smoked but I never asked before. You know that point when you're so upset that you'll just want to do ANYTHING to feel different than what you do at that exact moment, that was me. Better pot that something else though eh? :rasta: