My first time I smoked, actually, I almost got caught.

I was in college with one of my girl friends, and we were sitting on a track bench, passing a j around around 11pm at night. A cop car pulls up 1/4 mile away across the field, and slowly makes his way to our campus. By this time, we're wigging out, finish the j, eat the roach, and we walk up to our dorms using the sidewalk that goes next to the road.

A campus security car pulls up with his lights on, with the cop car, and they simply watch as we make our way to our rooms. I get in my room, change quickly, put on some Beethoven, and open a book as 3 cops come walking fast down the corridor.

Close call! And on my 18th birthday, too...