oh man i got a good one.
its got a little backstory. it took me about 3 or 4 tries smoking to get high, and the first time it wasnt that great, because we were smoking some mexican ditch weed, and i got a little buzz. the next day (i believe it was the last or next to last day of high school) we got out early being seniors and my friend asked me if i wanted to smoke to celebrate.
he pulled out some hydro.
i didnt know any better so i ripped the s*** out of it, it felt like my lungs were caving in.
i was soooo high. it was great. i was sitting on my couch, i couldnt even move my arms. i tried thinking about it, and i got a really weird visual in my head, it looked like a road in oklahoma or something with fields on each side and some really really really nastly looking dark gray swiriling clouds. there were power lines next to the road, but they were severed. i imagined that that roadway was the inside of my arm and the nerves to make it move were severed, it was crazy.
then i hear the phone ring. it was my metal shop teacher, (who is a turd by the way) and he was calling me to tell me i failed his class (i didnt even show up for the exam because i didnt need the credits, i graduated with about 8 credits more than i needed)
it was the funniest conversation, hes such a tool and a smartass, he acts like a little kid. i told him i didnt really give a **** that i failed and he got pissed that i didnt care and hung up.
it was a great day