It was July of 2000 in good old Flower Mound, TX, and I was about to go kick it at my friends house who was a few years younger than I was. I had no idea he smoked weed, and I never really thought twice about smoking it before. I came over to his house at about 9 pm and his mom said he went to Tom Thumb to get some soda. I just came from Tom Thumb, and I didn't see him there. When he walked in his house, he was looking kinda funny, and he kept smelling his shirt. I had some idea that he might be high.

Later that night, his 2 cousins came over, and the first thing they said to him was, "Hey may, where the weed at its time to blaze." They asked me if I smoked, and I told them I never tried it, but there is a first time for everything.

We went out back behind his house, and smoked in the alley way. I took the first hit off the phat joint. It didn't taste what I thought it would be like, it was even better. They told me to hold it in for as long as I could. I coughed so hard when let it out. I asked how long it would take for me to feel high, and how would I know when I was high. They told me don't worry, I will know. It took about 5 min for me to feel it, and I knew with out a doubt I was blazed.

We walked over to Tom Thumb to get some munchies, and smoked 2 joints on the way. All I could do was talk about how I was so hungry, and all the stuff I wanted to eat. We were walking around the store, licking Blue Bell ice-cream right out of the carton. I think I spent $30 on munchies.

When we were walking back to his house, a car drove by and someone yelled cop. I don't know why, but I ran into someone's yard, and laid down. I guess I thought that no one could see me. It was not a cop, but just a car. A guy came out his front door, and asked what I was doing. My friend knew him and told them it was my first time to smoke. The guy was like oh cool, and told us to come around back, cuz he had just twisted a blunt, and was going to blaze with us. When it came my turn to hit the blunt, I hit it really hard, and it burned. I started choking. My friend started laughing at me, and some one yelled don't puke. I started picturing in my head puke, then that made me puke. My friend saw me, and he started puking too. The guy that smoked us out laughed so hard, he had never seen anyone puke off one hit off a blunt. Man that was good times.

I just moved to a new house about a month ago, and it is just down the street from where my first toke took place.

So every night when I walk my dog, I take her by that spot and light up a joint with her for old times. BACK TO LEGENDS OF THE HERB