An old story about the night of one of my first buys

Welcome!!

As I sit here listening to Sublime, and puffing on a freshly stuffed Pax (which if you are considering buying and have any questions about post them below) I finally decided to type this story out for you guys to read. So take a hit (or puff) and lets go!

This was two summers ago, probably in the middle of June, and I had just finished high school and had started really getting into trees then. I had just found out my older brother smoked trees too, and we were both out of bud and wanted to pick up. My brother's friend found someone mid afternoon who could sell us some later that night, and we all met up in our middle school parking lot, got in one car, and took off. Twenty minutes later we finally get to the guy, buy our overpriced weed because he didn't discount anybody and knew we were desperate, and take off back for our cars. So, since there's three of us we smoke three bowls out of a spoon on the way, and these were decent sized bowls with some pretty good bud.

Now I hadn't smoked a lot before this so my tolerance was damn low and we just smoked more then I was used to, so I was pretty high, probably around a [6}. We eventually get back to school and our cars, and as I pull out of the parking lot I think 'damn I should just go all out and pack another bowl for the ride home, I wanna hit a [10].' I pull into another parking lot down the road and reach into my pocket for my bag and my pipe, when I realize my weed isn't in the car. I had just bought this overpriced bag (30 bucks for a half eighth) and it was already gone. This whole time I had been getting higher and was suddenly at a [9]. I was seeing shit move on me, and didn't want to drive, especially because it was a stick shift. After a few minute of realizing I wasn't getting sober anytime soon and had to function like this until I eventually came down. I know I had the bag on me before I got into my car, I felt it in my pocket when I grabbed my keys. Shit. It fell out of my pocket in a middle school parking lot. fuck fuck fuck fuck. I drive back, and in front of a family of four pick up a bag off the ground and drive away after looking for it for five minutes because it was dark out and I couldn't remember where I parked. I decide I don't need to smoke here, and drove five under the speed limit the whole way home (10 min) with no radio to make sure I didn't get distracted and fuck up myself or the car.

I told my brother this when he got home later and he laughed, called me stupid, and we smoked more, finally getting me up to that [10] I wanted in the first place.

Tl;Dr: I overpaid for a bag and nearly lost it all while getting to be the highest I had ever up to then.