First time I got blown was the summer after 6th grade I believe. I remember sitting in the garage with my brother, my best friend Tyrone (R.I.P), and some other cat who lived up the street. We were sitting in a circle in the garage, bumpin the Total Devastation tape with MANY CLOUDS OF SMOKE blaring as we got blunted. It was great...I smoked weed from that point all the way through my Senior Year in High School. I actually still do from time to time, but not like I used to.
I used to drink wine and shit all the time when I was a kid, I'm Italian, so my mom brought me up that way. BUT, the first time I got fuckin faded, I was 16 or 17, and I had just gotten back from Marine World with my family and one of my boys who was visiting from Washington (he had moved up there like a year or 2 prior). I had my backpack with 2 bottles of 211, went across the street to my friends house and sat in her garage so we could get fucked up. We sat on her Futon, I downed the 40 in maybe a half hour, stumbled my ass up the street to get rid of the bottles, stumbled back home when my mom told me to do the trash. So, I did that, went in and got down on the Playstation...went to go to sleep and puked all over my boys legs, and all over the bathroom floor, and dude actually ran behind me and cleaned it all up, that's love.