First time I smoked was in the beginning of freshman year when I was 14. My friend had always really wanted to try smoking, and I was neutral about it, but I told her I could guarantee find her some bud. So we went downtown and chilled for a while, and two guys, named Spider and Angel, walked over to us and asked if we wanted to smoke. We said sure, and later another guy joined us, named John. We smoked out in this garden in downtown Seattle, one joint and one pipe. We didn't tell them we were first-time smokers, so they didn't show us how, and we didn't get high. It was fun anyway. The end.

First time I smoked and got high was when I tried it a couple months later. My friend from the time before had since smoked and gotten high, so she wanted me to try it again, too. We went and hotboxed my upstairs bathroom with two other friends, one who wasn't smoking and one who was. We stayed in there for hours, and it was amazing. We drew on my mirror with lipstick. The end.