ok now leave me alone for at least 2 weeks you guys.
The first time I smoked pot, my best mate and I had gotten up the guts to sneak into my older brother Jo's room while he was out. She'd nicked one of her father's rolling papers, and we somehow managed to shove the tiny bit of marijuana we'd found into the paper, twisting the end around. After school the next day, we spent a long long time trying to decide whether or not to smoke it (and how to go about it), distracting each other with stories from one another's lessons till finally, I grabbed up the lighter and, after a few unsuccessful tries, lit it and shakily held the flame up toward the crinkled white paper. It lit instantly and I almost dropped it just as fast. I managed to keep my composure (half pride, half an attempt to impress her) and brought the fag to my mouth, glancing at her before closing my eyes and inhaling as hard as I could.
Predictably, I immediately engaged in the most painful coughing fit of my life, the makeshift joint forgotten as I sobbed to her, trying to plead my case of how great it was between breaths. At the tender age of 14, she really wanted to believe me, and I was able to convince her once I could breathe again. A couple of years later we felt like pros when kids at parties would giggle and talk about the weed they'd smoked, or were going to smoke, especially if they invited us along. We knew what to expect and most of them still didn't - by that I mean we both knew to resist our instinct to cough and instead just exhale as smoothly as possible. She and I even started showing off our ability to roll a joint, which I know now was almost non-existent.
It took another year or so but we mastered both smoking and rolling, trading tips back and forth all through our last years of school. I still think of her whenever I manage to roll a good one, and occasionally wonder if she still holds hers the strange way she did when we smoked together.
Remember when I always used to put song links in my posts? Let's revisit that, shall we?
kttunstall moves to Go to Jail.
kttunstall goes to Jail.
kttunstall: eat me
djreg moves to Go to Jail.
djreg: ;)
djreg goes to Jail.
djreg: ;);)
kttunstall: lmaooooooooooo
djreg pays $50 to get out of jail.
djreg moves to Tennessee Ave..
djreg pays $14 to kttunstall.
kttunstall pays $50 to get out of jail.
kttunstall goes again for rolling doubles.
kttunstall moves to Chance.
kttunstall: of course
kttunstall collects $150 from the bank.
kttunstall moves to Water Works.
kttunstall decides not to buy Water Works.
kttunstall goes again for rolling doubles.
kttunstall goes to Jail.
kttunstall: great
djreg moves to B & O Railroad.
djreg: jail loves us
djreg pays $200 to buy B & O Railroad.
kttunstall pays $50 to get out of jail.
kttunstall moves to Tennessee Ave..
djreg moves to Go to Jail.
kttunstall: LOL
djreg goes to Jail.
PS. I hate you Ryan.
Predictably, I immediately engaged in the most painful coughing fit of my life, the makeshift joint forgotten as I sobbed to her, trying to plead my case of how great it was between breaths. At the tender age of 14, she really wanted to believe me, and I was able to convince her once I could breathe again. A couple of years later we felt like pros when kids at parties would giggle and talk about the weed they'd smoked, or were going to smoke, especially if they invited us along. We knew what to expect and most of them still didn't - by that I mean we both knew to resist our instinct to cough and instead just exhale as smoothly as possible. She and I even started showing off our ability to roll a joint, which I know now was almost non-existent.
It took another year or so but we mastered both smoking and rolling, trading tips back and forth all through our last years of school. I still think of her whenever I manage to roll a good one, and occasionally wonder if she still holds hers the strange way she did when we smoked together.
Remember when I always used to put song links in my posts? Let's revisit that, shall we?
kttunstall moves to Go to Jail.
kttunstall goes to Jail.
kttunstall: eat me
djreg moves to Go to Jail.
djreg: ;)
djreg goes to Jail.
djreg: ;);)
kttunstall: lmaooooooooooo
djreg pays $50 to get out of jail.
djreg moves to Tennessee Ave..
djreg pays $14 to kttunstall.
kttunstall pays $50 to get out of jail.
kttunstall goes again for rolling doubles.
kttunstall moves to Chance.
kttunstall: of course
kttunstall collects $150 from the bank.
kttunstall moves to Water Works.
kttunstall decides not to buy Water Works.
kttunstall goes again for rolling doubles.
kttunstall goes to Jail.
kttunstall: great
djreg moves to B & O Railroad.
djreg: jail loves us
djreg pays $200 to buy B & O Railroad.
kttunstall pays $50 to get out of jail.
kttunstall moves to Tennessee Ave..
djreg moves to Go to Jail.
kttunstall: LOL
djreg goes to Jail.
PS. I hate you Ryan.