Once, I was about 19. While I was with my family in Costa Rica, for a few nights we stayed in a resort type place. It had a lobby, a farm, kittens, and there was this group of traveling musicians chilling in the lobby. I started talking to them, and they invited me back to their room.

I hit their bong twice. This was a big deal for me, as I smoked often at home, but I had had to quit for this trip. I closed my eyes, and found breathing to be easier.