Well, I smoked with my Uncle one day for the first time. Here's how it happened :

I had known for some time that my Uncle smoked herb, down here in Miami we have alot of good grade herb, and he lives in Ft. Lauderdale, one of the main ports (yay for weed shipments) in Florida. I've always seen him with a blunt, almost always with tobacco. But one day I realized that when my Aunt wasn't home and she had taken my cousin to some mall to buy some stuff, I was alone with my Uncle. I went into the kitchen to drink something, and I smelled some beautiful, sweet scent, and there it was. He had his blunt set on the ashtray, still burning, and he was nowhere to be found. Next to the blunt there was some herb, and I realized it was Strawberry Cough. Man, I got so damn hyped, and I sat on one of the kitchen chairs until he came back (from the bathroom I guess). Once he saw me, he tried to explain, but I told him it was all good, that I did it too. Then he let out a sigh of relief, and he asked if I wanted a puff, just between me and him. (We are Cuban and so we are always sharing shit with everyone. Lol) And man we ended up smoking it in the backyard until it was done. It was sweet. Now whenever I want to smoke up with him and I'm over there, (of course rarely because of my cousin and everything), I jokingly tell him, "Hey, you wanna go get your cough on?" And he laughs at me saying that I'M the one with asthma. Haha, nothing like a good bond right there. imp:

So the moral of the story is, just go for it man, but be ABSOLUTELY sure he smokes it. And even if he doesn't, don't get so worked up, he probably knows weed ain't anything like heroine or crack, anyways. :thumbsup: