When I left my buddies house last night, I knew that I had to just keep my eyes open and stay alert, or I wouldn’t make it home.
I guess I shouldn’t have been driving since I was higher than a kite, but I also couldn’t spend the night.
I was turning eighteen and all my buddies had gotten together and pitched in to buy some marijuana. They knew I had never smoked marijuana before and they wanted to be the ones to introduce me to it. When I got to their house that evening, I was shocked to see them with a bubbling bong and the marijuana already packed into the bowl. They yelled happy birthday and pointed at the bong. It surprised me but I couldn’t help but grin. They all sat around smoking from the bong and wehn it came my turn, I hesitated. I didn’t want anyone to think I was a wimp, so I took a tentative but small puff. I couldn’t believe how much it burned and how much it made me cough. I coughed so hard that I felt like I was going to vomit up my own throat. Shortly after I quit coughing, I began to feel a bit light-headed. Once the light-headedness passed, I got giggling. Everything someone said, struck me as being the funniest thing I had ever heard. I knew I had smoked too much marijuana. Even though I was intoxicated by the marijuana I kknew I had to go home. I was less than a mile from home, but I had to keep my eyes open and stay alert.