This is a story about my second time ever getting high. My friend and I were in the backseat of her boyfriend's car while he was driving us around the alleys of our neighborhood at about 3 in the afternoon. We were both slouched down in our seats smoking out of a little glass pipe and the windows were cracked. We were driving for so long and smoking so much that after a while I had no idea where we were. My friend was explaining in great detail the science of how bongs work, but I wasnt understanding a word she was saying. We smoked and smoked and smoked some more. Then we started to drive on the street right infront of every one's houses and continued to smoke. I was taking a hit when I noticed a guy in his front yard watering his flowers. I was like "oh shit!" and smoke started pouring out of my mouth. He totally saw me and just shook his head and laughed and kept on watering his flowers as we kept driving. Then, later on down the street, we saw a kid in his yard barbecuing. He just smiled and waved at us. When we got home, my friend's boyfriend stopped the car and my freind got out, but while I was getting out, the car started rolling bachwards really slowely. I was halfway in the car, halfway being dragged and laughing my ass off. We were all in absolute hysterics.