The first time I got stoned I was by myself. I had just brought a small bag of shitty weed and got a pipe and lit up in a field near my house. For a long time I didn't get stoned but then suddenly, it hit me. I went back into my moms car and ate a sandwich and I just remember it making my mouth feel so wierd. Then I listened to Janes Addiction and I remember it sounded so cool. Then I drove towards my house and everything seemed to be going by in frames. Looking back, I feel sad that I was by myself. But I don't have many friends so I'm used to doing stuff by myself. Shit, I've made myself depressed...