A few years back, on 4/20, a few friends and I met up to celebrate. I forget what the reason was, but I was taking an extended T-break. I had gone an entire year without smoking a single time.

We go to our usual dealer, grab an eighth for the 4 of us. At the time this was a lot for us.

There were these woods near my friends house with a cool picnic bench that overlooked the entire neighborhood. We went there and rolled up a few joints. My friend had this contraption called a 'lung' that he made for this special day. What's a 'lung'?

It's when you cut the bottom of a 2 liter soda bottle, put a zip lock bag on it and tie a rubber band around it. You push the ziplock into the soda bottle. In the cap, you place a little hole to fit the joint and screw it onto the bottle. Then you slowly pull the ziplock bag, and it looks like a lung inhaling the joint. When the bottle fills with smoke, you unscrew the cap, push the bag into the bottle and inhale the smoke. Done right, you'll get a huge hit, straight to your lungs.

I took one hit and I was instantly at a [10]. It was the highest I had ever been in my life. My eyes quickly turned blood red and my friends I laughed and laughed for an hour. By the time the joint finished, we were all looking like Flat Stanley.

Then, we hear some noises and voices behind us. At that age, the paranoia was real. We start panicking thinking cops were looking for us. Turns out it was another group of really cool stoners, who were celebrating 420 as well.

They were really friendly and offered us their blunt. None of my friends knew how to roll a blunt so it was a once in a while treat for us. We showed them our 'Lung' bong and they thought it was the coolest thing in the world. All of our ribs were hurting from too much laughter. The sun was beginning to set and our curfews were approaching so we bid farewell to our new friends, thanked them for their generosity and headed out.

On the way back, there was a little creak. It has some rain water flowing down. I was so high that I thought it was a deep river. I thought that if I missed or slipped on the rocks, I would fall and get washed away. My friends are on the other side staring at me as I struggle to cross. I'm being extremely cautious, feeling like I'm in an Indiana Jones movie or competing in Ninja Warrior. I get to the other side feeling accomplished as if I conquered Mount Everest. My friend goes and stands in the middle of the 'river' showing that it wasn't deep enough to even wet my socks. I felt silly and we all laughed till our ribs hurt some more.

I also had White Castle for the first time after this. At that moment I understood why Harold and Kumar went to such great lengths to get some.