I take a hit, inhaling the sweet smoke. It tastes so strong, as it tickles my throat. I hack up a storm, but moments later I feel great. I immediatly feel dizzy, like I'm about to fall over, even though I'm sitting down. This is perfect. I need more. I grab the thickly rolled blunt out of the person sitting next to me's hand, and inhale even more. "Woah, calm down. There is enough to go around. Take it easy," he said to me, looking worried. "I'm fine. I'm a big girl and could handle it." I replied. To be honest, I don't even know these people. I could be smoking with rapists and gangbangers for all I know.
