I remember my first Indica Stonage...I felt SOOOO fucked up....and My dad was right upstairs. I was thinking....wayThere is no he's not gonna notice....

I'm so fucked up...
I was sooo paranoid. My friend tried calming me but it didn't work. Then he played a MEAN MEAN joke on me. He told me I was in a very dangerous state and that he was gonna dial 911. He pretended to dial. I really kicked the shit out of him. But he was like "DUDE I'M JUST TRYING TO TEACH YOU, EVERYTHING IS FINE!"

I eventually settled down but it was a waste of the greatest feeling ever.