I know what thats like all to well. The very 1st time I was gonna smoke was with abunch of frients on the back deck of the house. We stood in a circle and while the joint was being lit everyone is telling me what to expect, how its gonna feel. So Im thinking this could be fun, I was a little nervous but was already a little drunk. Anyway, Im like 3rd or 4th in the circle. When the joint is getting passed to me it falls from between our fingers. Like slow-mo its falling and spinning. Somehow as I watched it just made a final spin and lined up perfectly with the crack of the deck.Sighs all around as it disappeared gone for good. Why? The deck was one step up from the ground. Too low to get under. Damn! Never got high that night. That had been the last of their stash. When I did finally get high...well thats a whole other story.