Jimmyjonestoo
Well-Known Member
My story is similar cept with an escaped mental patient.When I was 6, I found my teenage brother's stash of "orange barrels" acid in the fridge. I thought they were candy, so I ate all 6 of them. When my brother realized what happened, because I was screaming and running all over the place, he and his friends started blowing hash in my face to get me to calm down. I didn't smoke on purpose until I was 8. I was a little nervous about my date with the 14 year old girl next door, so I snuck a few hits off of my brother's stash. It made our date really weird because she was mentally challenged and I kept staring at her face. I stuck to smoking alone for the next couple of years until I met my first crew.