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The first time I smoked I was a junior in HS. I didn't really get high, but to be honest I had NO fucking clue what I was up to. The second time I was with 3 other friends. We smoked out in the back of a Nissan Sentra on an old gravel road frequented by users and people looking to crack.
By the time we got back to the local Shell station, I swear I could not see at all peripherally. My legs would not work either, so I declined the appointed chore of going in to get a pack of gum.
Then we left to go bowling, nearly hit a deer, and ended up at a Mexican restaurant. I never ate so many nachos in my life. I was paranoid as fuck all night.
I didn't smoke again until about 2 years after college. Then, for about 3 years, it was an oz. a week habit. You turn pro, then, and the paranoia goes away and you drive normally whilst crispy. However, I have to say it REALLY fucked with my short term memory.
Being old and married now, I can't really partake. Not sure if I miss it or not. It's hella relaxing in the right environment.
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