Pretty much every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, after class (about 1:00), my buddy Adam comes over. Fill up whichever bong we're using that day, ice if we feel like it, put in Dark Side or something of the sort, and proceed to blaze, usually about a gram. Parents don't get home until late evening, so we'll smoke, listen to music, play guitar and chill out for an hour or two, then smoke some more and call someone up.

It's a definite ritual.

I smoke every night, same shit as the rest of you still living at home. Wet towel under the door, window open, incense, music, etc.

Good times.