Probably only two or three times, because of the caliber of the weed he had, but, good lord, I was ripped. You hear stories about people not getting high their first time and that just wasn't the case with me. The world appeared to be made out of different pieces of funhouse mirror glass and time would be slow and suddenly we'd be doing something else, as if I had missed a point in between. I thought that a piece of wood was a solider in the corner and an air compressor was a classmate's mother. I was fucked up. Kevin kept me entertained with small games and then he turned off the lights and listened to "Relax (Don't do it)" and I saw Emily's face in the ceiling.
We left the garage at close to two in the morning and I passed out in his brother's bed.
The next morning I was woken by Beth and groggily took a shower. I went to school wearing my Godfather's shirt I had received at training the night before. Our school was having Olympics at the time (A delightful tradition, actually) and I was able to blow off the event I was in and do homework, even though my brain was so addled from the night before that I couldn't concentrate on my trigonometry. Sitting by my friend Nolan, I kind of blurted out that I had smoked the night before and he didn't really talk to me the rest of the day.
Kevin talked to me that afternoon and asked me if I felt depressed. I told him that Logan was pissing me off and he laughed and said that he usually did that. Still, I didn't feel right.
That night, I poured my heart out to Emily, telling her that I had smoked and that I was sorry and that I had wished I would have never done it. She forgave me and I never thought I would smoke again...