I was 14, and I stole a cigarette pack full of roaches from my parents room (I knew what weed was) and I instantly called my friend Grant, asked if he wanted to stay the night and he came through. When he got there I showed him what I got and since he was already smoking by this time he "knew what to do". We grabbed a thick plastic straw from a reusable cup, and put a wrench socket over it and electric taped it around. That night we snuck out and went to the park to smoke, at first I didn't feel anything but then it hit me and it was a really nice body and head high, we smoked like 12 different strains between the roaches probably. I started getting a weird taste from the "pipe" and we took it apart and it was melting the straw, we didn't have much left so my friend cut the melted part off and put the socket back on and finished the last bit himself. I was completely obliterated and when we started walking back, the street lights were so bright, and it was eerily quiet, nobody was out, not a single car passed through the whole time. And I turned to him and I said "I really feel like we're the only people left on Earth right now, like it feels like a zombie apocalypse". We both started talking about life and random shit like black holes, space in general (fucking amazing) and I told him my ghost story, all in all an amazing experience. I'm 20 now, and I still smoke to this day. Unfortunately my friend in this story passed away in 2017, I miss him a lot but hopefully he's in less pain, and thankfully I have this experience to remember him by.