Well I was in 6th grade heading into 7th probably 13 because I was supposed to be a grade ahead. My brother always smoked, and I'd just smoke cuban cigars next to him like a little git.
So, one day we decided to sleep over at his dealer's house who is our good friend. His parents went to sleep early, thankfully.
We headed over to his neighbor's house who just moved out that was with us to hang out and sleep over. So we went in his garage and we sat their rolling bud in bible paper.
Shortly after, my friends went into the ghetto to buy some underage beer for us. We got Busch, nastiest first beer of my life.
I was drinking beer and watching everyone smoke with a friend in my grade. We didn't want to smoke but I said "If I smoke will you?" He's like yeah sure.
So we joined in on the circle and my friend convinced my brother to let me try it. So I took a hit, of course coughed, and relaxed. I took about 12 hits probably.
We all were baked there was probably 6 of us. We were running around shitfaced, and we were doing crazy shit. We pissed on a baby bird (fucked up), threw up blood because of warm nasty beer & weed, started a fire in his garage with body spray and more.
We ran out of weed so us being baked and not thinking my buddy texts his friend "Hey got any bud" and his dad picked up his phone because his son was on a field trip.
They called his parents, their parents confronted my parents, my school questioned us and the highschool they went to questioned them. We all obviously failed drug tests and got grounded for a good amount of time. We all went to private schools, so as soon as the word gets out you're labeled a stoner.
6th grade I smoked weed, 6th fucking grade. Kids were blurting it out like nothing and told parents and I eventually transferred schools 7th grade year.
Anyway yeah I was caught in 6th grade, but it was the best day of my life.
Now I'm much more careful, and haven't got caught.
Although, my mom found a lighter in my laundry
Any questions?
So, one day we decided to sleep over at his dealer's house who is our good friend. His parents went to sleep early, thankfully.
We headed over to his neighbor's house who just moved out that was with us to hang out and sleep over. So we went in his garage and we sat their rolling bud in bible paper.
Shortly after, my friends went into the ghetto to buy some underage beer for us. We got Busch, nastiest first beer of my life.
I was drinking beer and watching everyone smoke with a friend in my grade. We didn't want to smoke but I said "If I smoke will you?" He's like yeah sure.
So we joined in on the circle and my friend convinced my brother to let me try it. So I took a hit, of course coughed, and relaxed. I took about 12 hits probably.
We all were baked there was probably 6 of us. We were running around shitfaced, and we were doing crazy shit. We pissed on a baby bird (fucked up), threw up blood because of warm nasty beer & weed, started a fire in his garage with body spray and more.
We ran out of weed so us being baked and not thinking my buddy texts his friend "Hey got any bud" and his dad picked up his phone because his son was on a field trip.
They called his parents, their parents confronted my parents, my school questioned us and the highschool they went to questioned them. We all obviously failed drug tests and got grounded for a good amount of time. We all went to private schools, so as soon as the word gets out you're labeled a stoner.
6th grade I smoked weed, 6th fucking grade. Kids were blurting it out like nothing and told parents and I eventually transferred schools 7th grade year.
Anyway yeah I was caught in 6th grade, but it was the best day of my life.
Now I'm much more careful, and haven't got caught.
Although, my mom found a lighter in my laundry
Any questions?