The first time I smoked was on a white covered bridge in the middle of the Willamette Valley. The pipe was metal. The bud was super sticky. My hits worked instantly as I remember everything slowing to a crawl. Driving home shortly after that was not the wisest decision in the world, but it was definitely a memorable one! It took at least 15 minutes to drive half of a mile, no joke. People were walking faster than the car. Munchies kicked shortly after returning home. Can anyone say, Cinnamon Toast Crunch marathon?! One and a half cereal boxes later, I passed out until the wee hours of the morning. And that was the very first time that I kissed Mary Jane. I've been seduced by her powers ever since...
That Was The 1st Time