I remember back in the day, when I first started smoking, I went to a buddie's house and hit my first few buckets. I had about 4 or 5 and started to bike with another buddy to his house, and I remember looking down and the street and the street lines looked like they were drawn with crayons... and the next thing I remember was me sitting in my room. I realized where I was, got up, and biked back over to my buddy's house to smoke more lmao.