[lumberjim]

I got high for the first time at age 15.

i had tried previously, but it was such low quality homegrown, dusty old hooch, that i mainly remember coughing and having a raw and sore throat. That first attempt was in 9th grade, so i must have been 14. We smoked with a toilet paper roll bowl....and i coughed, and blew the bowl all over with my first hit. lame

the second, successful time was a different matter. I was at my Dad's apartment with his neighbor's son, Carl. ( who later developed a bad stutter that he had never previously had, btw) and we were down by the pool (closed for the season) on our bikes. He had a litle crescent moon shaped candy tin .....with a bowl and a crinkled up baggie inside. We smoked...and as it came on, I realized that i had to be back at my dad's in half an hour or so......

i had to walk my bike back cuz i just couldn't conceive of riding it. When i got back, i immediately ran up to my room and laid down....trying to cope with this new sensation and paranoia. the yellow walls in that room pulsed and swelled. after about 20 minutes, my dad announced that we were going to Wendy's for dinner. oooookay. flash forward to wolfing a bowl of chili....and my dad saying....."hungry?" in an odd tone.

it went down much like that.

later, i realized that my dad was a stoner. I started smoking with him at 18 or 19......he must have known. I've never asked him.