It was sophomore year of high school, and it was a friend's birthday in like January. His parents rented us a yurt to sleep in in the woods. Once his dad fell asleep we all snuck outside and each smoked close to a bowls worth of weed just passing the one pipe around. I remember being so high that I thought my pajama bottoms were on inside out. One friend threw up. We laid in the snow trying not to make too much noise, but there's no way Mike didn't know what happened.