life of a country boy pot head

it all started when your so called 'best freind' asks if u ever smoked weed then hands u a pipe and lighter stuffed with bud, hash, and resin. you have that thought in your head as where smoking and not smoking would take you....would you be popular taking that first hit? or frowned upon by peers in school. you look at him and he says,"done be a pussy, do it it's a lot of fun." so you decide your going to do it only once or twice not knowing your going to be supplying to athletes in your school in three years at the age of 15. you take that first hit knowing you can now get caught and that's when the adrenaline hits you and you no if your father figured out you would be working around the house tell your eighteen while getting lectured by your hypocrite father who knows damn well it's not a legal choice but turns around and smokes 5 minutes later. I started out taking it slow barely getting high until I got the craziest weed not to pot heads....spice the second I finished that bowl I realised where I was going, I was following my dad's foot steps except he did it with his bother in California not with is 'best freind' in a little town in montana. so it went on I became a regular stoner going to my friends to get stoned every weekend tell the night my friends father walked into his hotbed room telling us dinner was done as we're sitting on his bed high as a kite. from that day tell a amount after I thought I was dead meat he was going to tell my father and I was going to be my dad's pet forever. but somehow we escaped and kept doing tell summer came then it was everywhere night getting as stoned as possible doing what stoners do. then I got brave and did it in my room at alittle over 14 years old and had an adrenaline rush the whole time then realized I wasn't caught in the morning. my friend got mad when I told him i started by my self.....now should i  slow down and tell you from about two years ago? you decide by likes.