I figured that as long as I went slow and carefully, I would make it home without any trouble
Most of my friends were older than I was, and they were old enough to purchase marijuana from the local marijuana dispensary. Last time they went, they had some pot for me for my birthday. I had never tried pot before, and I was half afraid to try it. They carefully lit the bong, and placed the flower in the bowl. After watching them hit the bong a couple times, they told me it was my turn. I wanted to say no, but if I did, I knew my friends would laugh. I took a small hit on the bong, and I thought I was going to choke to death. I coughed so much, I was afraid I would rupture something in my throat. Even though I was choking, I also noticed that I was feeling the marijuana. I had a pleasant buzz going on, and I was feeling light-headed and giggly. It didn’t matter what my friends said, I was finding it hilarious. We sat around listening to music and barely remembering anything we were talking about. I had a great time until I realized I had to drive home. They tried to talk me into spending the night, since I was so high on the marijuana, but I couldn’t. I was less than a mile from the house, but I knew I was going to make it. I figured that as long as I went slow and carefully, I would make it home without any trouble. I thought about this until I started the car, and forgot to drive. I knew it was going to be a long ¾ mile.