This one time during my Sophmore (spelling?) year of high school I was at a party, and needless to say since I was there, there was bud. Bunch of Juniors had "Royal" OG Kush (which I later told them, does not exist and they got ripped the fuck off, 90 bucks for about 2 grams, stupid high schoolers) but they had nothing to smoke it out of! I came to the rescue with a large bottle of Arrowhead water, duct tape, and a pen. Everybody looked at me with amazement, and after my home-made contraption went around a few times I busted out a fat-ass joint with some Zig-Zags I accidentally found in my pocket.


I remember that night because it was the first time I was called the "Weed Master" a title I still hold to this day, and the following Monday I literally overheard somebody in the hallway say "Hey it's him, the Weed Master."

So that would be my favorite experience with a certain piece.