i really cant remember much of mine, i've said it somewhere else but anyways... before an underage disco (i'd only smoked about 3 times before in my life) we had a huge bag, enough for 6 or 7 people to pass out on, and me and my mates where having a few, and then they went into the disco and i couldn't get in (the bastard at the door picked up on the fact that i was seeing double and laughing like a loon) and so i walked off and decided to have a few more, given there was a good half a bag left... anyways being the silly uneducated and unexperienced little newb i was, i smoked another 8 cones through a little metal pipe that has since become my favourite apparatus, and my body stopped moving next to a utility shed near the disco, and i could hear the music sorta echoing through my head and the ground sorta kept falling away and returning and the grass was floating off the ground and i couldn't move at all... eventually i threw up, and rolled away a bit from there, and thought 'fuck it i'll fuck myself up' so i had another 4 and then i could walk again, or so i thought. i kept going from walking around my own body to lying down and i couldn't tell what was what... then when everyone started leaving the disco i went around the corner and walked over to find my mates, and when i couldn't i decided to go for a walk... after half an hour i met up with them walking along the road on their way home... and yeah i fucked myself up but it was one of the greatest trips i've had in a way
i forget about 60% of the night, that would probably be the point where i was walkign around myself, and when i went to bed i had the weirdest dreams ever, i couldn't even begin to explain them here

I've gone to find myself, if I should return before I get back, please ask me to wait
Reality's a nice place, but I wouldn't want to live there
If at first you don't succeed, fuck the world and smoke some weed