the first time i smoked weed i was all alone in my dads room(he had just killed himself) i knew where he put his weed and pipe, and had seen him do it enough times to know how to work the carb. i took a hit, held it in, and didnt feel shit so i took another, then another and another, i smoked a whole bowl to my head and dint feel anything. then about a half an hour later i start to feel really funny and when my mom came home and opened the door and saw my dad just layin on the floor she asked me what ahppened and i just started bustin up laughin. i smoked what i know now today to be creeper weed.