I've smoked through all kinds of living arrangements.

When I lived at the dorms, we had to stuff my roomie's blanket under the door, open the windows, then stand on top of the desks so we can blow out the window. We also blew through cardboard rolls (the kind you get from a paper towel roll) filled with scented dryer sheets. I think that really helped filter the smell out. But I guess we smoked a ton, cause even with all those precautions, our floor still reeked of weed. I'm surprised the RA never caught on.

When I lived with my brother (who is super straight edge, he'd kill me if he ever found out), I had to hide it very well. It almost killed the buzz bc I was always so paranoid he'd find out. I tried blowing out windows and turning on the fan, but the outside wind would always change direction and start blowing towards his room. Plus the air inside my room was so still that the smell lingered forever. So after that, I'd usually sneak outside (luckily I had my own door to the outside), walk around the apartment and sit on the stairs which lead to the roof. The stairs were close to my room window so I'd have to smoke and listen for my brother knocking on my door. He usually knocks on it to talk or to tell me to throw the trash, or something. If he knocked, I'd have to quietly sneak back in, eat some gum, and answer the door before he noticed I was taking too long to answer. It was stressful.

But the best was when I lived alone. There's nothing more liberating than being able to blow as much smoke as you want, knowing that nobody cares and that nobody will find out. I'd smoke in the living room, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, on the bed, on the patio, everywhere. The greatest was smoking on the roof, which overlooked the city skyline.