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On May 17th 2010, I went under a bridge near my school because I was feeling sad and s**t. As I'm sulking with my face in my hands, this man arrives. He says hi and I say hi back. We then start talking a little bit until he asks me, "do you smoke?" I replied "well, depends what you mean. Do you mean like, Cigarettes or?" he says "I don't know, both?" At this moment I thought he was a Narc or something so I took the risk and replied "Weed." He then asks me to come to where he was sitting. I do so and then... He showed me his bag of weed. I was amazed. It was at least 2 grams. I then start smoking with this guy. He's 50 years old and I'm 15 and I'm smoking with this guy. We talked about the basic stuff you talk about when you're high. I tell him the best time and place I'd like to smoke weed is on the lake at midnight in the summer and just look at the sky. He then tells me "I feel like I'm the chosen one and that the mother ship is going to come down to earth and pick me up. Only a few select people are allowed on it you know." I later find out he OWNS A ******** WOLF! An actual wolf. He even let me use his pipe that he got when he was young. I don't know about you guys, but to me that's an honour. I had to leave but I said my goodbyes and went home. I never forgot that day. It was the greatest time I've smoked weed. Ever.
tl;dr: I got high with a 50 year old guy at 15 years old. Epic.

I was glorified by 3 people. biggrin