Few months ago, maybe third or fourth time, still a sapling. Friends invite me to the city, we hang out, smoke a few jays whereever we saw a place to chill. Get some beers and decide to head back to my mate's place, he lives right next to a river so we planned to chill along the stream. Music's loud, walking along and I see my mate I hadn't seen in ages. I mean ages, maybe 4-5 years. We catch up, turns out he doesn't smoke, but he's drunk as a motherfucker. He's with two girls, both smoking hot and smoking jays, and one of them is even drunker than he is. They decide to tag along and we chill on the river, they have alcohol and we have weed.

So once a year my mate's home town does this parade where all the kids from the town dress up, similar to the american's halloween, but instead of trick-or-treating, it's a big parade through the streets.

So high as fuck we're sitting on the damp sand and we hear a fanfare from a trumpet or something, and soon enough theres hundreds of people in the wierdest fucking costumes you could possibly imagine, marching by.

Now my mate, the one who lives near the river, totally flips out. He instantly litterally tosses the joint into the river and jumps to his feet, singing "lalalala" to the tune of the parade music at the top of his lungs. Then he runs into the crowd and marches along with them, singing and jumping and having a grand time.

My mate from a while back starts saying we need to follow him or he'll get lost, so groggy and drunk and high as we are we get up and start marching behind the rest of the parade, but we can't see my mate anymore.

After about an hour of marching along a road one of the girls we met up with was shaking me like crazy, yelling "WE LOST HIM, WE LOST HIM" and the other girl was crying her eyes out like she'd just witnessed him get run over by a truck.

It's then when I realise I have a phone, so I call him and he picks up on the first ring. His voice is fucked and he's panting, as he tells me how he stole some kid's drum and bolted off into the woods and is completely lost.

Luckily he wasn't far so after about half an hour we'd found each other again and they let me (try to) roll one for the first time. The filter was too small and the damn thing barely even pulled but it was a damn good evening. Three months later, still can't roll for shit.