2008, high school, grade 11.
I don't know why, but I bought 2 gram bags of some good weed and brought it home. It felt like such an adventure, and the weed in my pocket was all I could smell on the bus home.
I was trying to figure out a way to smoke it, and ended up settling on a pen that was made from metal, and with a little help of a drill and epoxy, I glued the tip of the pen perpendicular to the barrel and made a pipe with tiny bowl.
I waited until Friday, and hopped on my little gas powered scooter a d drove off into the forrest. I found a nice location, it was the start of summer.
I pinched off probably a point or less of pot and loaded it in the pipe. I was nervous, hesitant. Every time I raised the lighter I put it back down thinking about all the things you learn in school. I said fuck it, I'm going to find out myself.
When I inhaled that first foul tasting hit all I could think was "ohbohohboyohboyohboy". I gagged, but kept at it, making a point to properly inhale, until it was all gone and I could taste burnt epoxy.
I sat there, thinking about the horrible taste. It was the shitty pipe. Whatever! I'm not feeling anything, what a disappointment, let's go I thought.
Put on my helmet and sat on my scooter, pushing the ignition but nothing was happening. Weird. I realized the scooter was on already, I couldn't feel the usual vibrations. The weed was setting in.
Okay shit get back to the house. When I drove, massive tunnel vision set it. Thank fuck there are no cars on this road. My heart was racing! The scooter felt like it sliced through butter. I was afraid.
After a long drive on what felt like an unfamiliar road, I got home. Walking up the staircase I got mad tunnel vision again, I was in a panic.
Then I put on some tunes and i became one with the music. It was a good time from that point on.
Been smoking daily since.