Back in highschool i'd smoke in metal shop all the time cause the teacher didnt have a clue.
school bathroom, school lockerroom, school classroom, behind the school, in the school, boxin in my rig in the first parkin space of a convenient store conveniently located on a highway, matching with stupid hoodrats at the park (usually around 10+ people being noisy as shit), bus stops, buses, the base area of a ski resort (got cornered in a water shed by the fuzz), etc..

Narcoterrorism is a great pasttime