The First Time

The first time I smoked weed. I was 13, maybe 14. I spent almost every single day of the summer at my friend Kris Bundy's house. He was my best friend of the time. We would skate, we would jam (play guitar and bass and try to come up with rad punk songs), we would play video games, we would just hangout and do whatever. I always knew he smoked weed, but it wasn't a big deal. One day he asked if I wanted to smoke. Being the early teenager that I was, I caved and said, "Sure."

He had some in the top dresser drawer in his room, he also had a Victorias Secret catalog in there. He started going around the house trying to find things to make a pipe. He ended up finding a pen, a plastic top to a perfume bottle and some tin foil. It worked, I guess.

He started to break up all the weed and then proceeded to put in this contraption that was basically a really shitty one-hitter. I guess when you're a teenager, you do what you have to do. He handed to me, and lit it for me. I took the biggest hit, even though he told me to take it easy. I did not heed any warning. I felt like I was almost going to barf, but I did not.

Immediately after we went skate boarding, bombed some hills. God, being so young ruled so hard.