This story is actually about the first time my sister smoked. She came to visit me for the weekend while I was in college. She kept badgering my friends to buy alcohol so I decided to teach her a lesson about partying.
We went to the local grocery store to buy some cases of Blatz bottles (it was a phase we went through that semester). While at the store I ran into a friend from high school who had some dank nugs he wanted to share. Of course I invited him over.
When he arrived we all gathered around the gravity bong on the kitchen table, my sister included. She took a position on the counter behind me as we got started. I told her to pay attention since she would be last in the rotation. She gave me a nod and tried to play cool but I knew she was nervous.
When her turn came she stepped up and we helped her light the bowl. Everyone offered advice as she pulled her first hit. She blew out a cloud and everyone gave me a hard time for being out done. With a smile she returned to her seat to await her next turn.
When it was the time came my sister stepped up a little cocky. This time she pulled a hit and with her hands on her hips she swiveled her head back and fourth as she released the smoke. An old pro it would seem.
While round three progressed, I heard my sister let out a shriek and dash from the room. When I found her she was crouched down just inside the bathroom door. She was leaning against the wall with her head in her hands.
I asked her what was wrong and she told me that she was dying. Between laughs I explained to her that no one in the history of the world had ever died from smoking weed. Her response? "I could be the first." Now laughing even harder, I helped her to my bedroom and tucked her in. A female friend volunteered to look after her for the night but my sister has not smoked weed since.
That Was The 1st Time