I Don't Do Drugs

I don't do drugs, but I have. And by this I mean I have smoked pot before. I always told myself I would never smoke anything. Through high school I did not smoke. I was involved in sports and was caught up watching my grandmother die from smoking herself to death. That in itself was enough incentive for me to never light up. Needless to say, things changed when I went to college. It's amazing what will happen to your strong convictions when you're desperate to make friends and start hanging out with people who have a completely different lifestyle. Anyways, these are the 5 time I smoked weed.

Sometime in October (2010) - One night, I was sitting in my room doing nothing in particular, when a friend came in and asked us to go with her to the sea port to smoke with some boys. My close friends wanted to be the ones to smoke with us for the first time. But I had heard that you didn't always get high the first time. My thoughts were that if I was smoking with my closest friends at school, I wanted to actually be high. My sister and I looked at each other and decided we had nothing to lose. So we went. Down at the sea port everyone was passing around a blunt. I took one hit off of it. I was not high, my hand stunk, and it tasted terrible.

Late October/Early November (2010) - I was at my very first apartment party. I was drinking a Four Loko out of a cup because I was too ashamed to just drink it out of the can. Almost everyone went to SVA and they were pretentious hipsters who were older than me. I was in way over my head, as were all of my friends that I was with. The party kind of sucked. Then the group of us started talking to Brock. A self-proclaimed wanna be hipster. He was a photography major at SVA and claimed to have a personality disorder. He was also our age. He had a one hitter that he was more than willing to share with us. I took quite a few hits, I wasn't high. I guess I also couldn't tell because I was drunk.

Sometime in November (2010) - So the moment finally came that I was going to smoke with my close friends. One of them had made a bong out of a water bottle. I was and still am impressed by this. Anyways, her name was Betsy. We were in the dorms, in my friends' room on the 11th floor. It was just the four of us. My sister and I had no clue how to smoke out of a bong. She did it wrong the first time, she blew out instead of sucking in. Luckily it wasn't ruined. I remember being slightly panicked and worrying about the smell. We kept spraying Hawaiian Breeze, a scent I will always associate with smoking with these two friends. Anyways, so we got high. This was the first time I was actually high, and probably my most enjoyable experience with pot. We ate granola bars, which was a terrible idea. And then watched porn. Not to get off or anything, strictly as entertainment. And then my sister and one friend went to bed. My other friend and I then started watching drug PSA's. I don't know why we did it, but nothing can make you feel like crap quite like watching a drug PSA while not being sober. We watched a lot of meth ones, they were the scariest. Then I went to bed. The next morning my parents arrived with a bunch of family friends for a surprise visit.

Sometime in December (2010) - My childhood best friend came to the city with her mother for a visit. She's a little crazy. She had smoked and drank before despite being younger than me. She wanted to get drunk with us in the city. So naturally we had a brilliant plan to get cross faded. Using Betsy again and some orange flavored Four Loko, we embarked on the adventure. Evidently, after smoking I am not a fan of Four Loko. The whole event was nothing special or overly memorable. I think I went to bed before my friend did. The next morning I told her mother we drank a little. 

Mid/Late January (2011) - This is the last time I smoked. It was also the first and last time I purchased weed. My sister, myself, and my two close friends each put in money for weed. They smoked all of theirs, and they knew that they had to smoke with us to smoke the rest of it. So one night we were hanging out and they came down to our room and asked us if we wanted to smoke. I did not want to. I was not in the mood to. When I got up to my one friends room and I see that there are going to be six of smoking out of a giant green bong named Bertha, all in a tiny dorm room. I was absolutely not feeling the situation, but went along with it anyways. At one point the room was filled with smoke and we were all frantically trying to push it out the windows with pillows. It was stressful. In hindsight I can say there were too many of us. Anyways, I had hardly smoked when I was handed Bertha. One of my friend's lit it for me and I sucked in. It burned my throat. I then coughed, hurling smoking from my lungs into the room, just short of the window. My throat was on fire. It was terrible. I then had a full blown panic attack and laid on my friends bed laughing and crying. I left soon after and went to bed. I haven't smoked since.

So it would be unfair for me to pretend I don't smoke things. I smoke hookah from time to time. But not pot. I don't like what it does to me, I don't like the taste or the smell. It took me five times to realize this, but now I know. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.