I went out to the car, and I finally got the key into the ignition
Last month was my eighteenth birthday and my friends bought some recreational marijuana from the marijuana dispensary. I had never smoked pot before, and they were about to change that situation. They had bought some dried flower, which was how I always pictured cannabis to look. I was excited as I watched them put water into the bottom of the bong. They put the flower into the bowl alongside the bong. I watched as they passed the bong around. When it came to my turn, I hesitated. I didn’t want to look like a pansy, but I had never used marijuana before, and I was worried. I finally took a small hit on the bong. I ended up coughing so hard that I could feel something breaking in my throat. Even my face burnt and prickled from the coughing. After the coughing calmed down, I began to feel a bit light-headed. I wasn’t sure what my friends were talking about, but I was suddenly finding everything they said quite funny. I was definitely enjoying the marijuana. I was rolling on the floor with laughter. About midnight, I knew it was time to go home. I was so high I didn’t know if I was even going to make it home, but I had to. I went out to the car, and I finally got the key into the ignition. I only had a half mile to go home, but I knew I would need to take it super carefully. I was still high from the marijuana. I suddenly realized why people talked about marijuana paranoia.