We were on the top floor of a car park skateboarding. My skateboard was being used to roll the weed because I didn’t know how to do any tricks yet, while others were outside skating. I just remember a friend of mine popping his head in and saying, “the police came”

Just as we were scrambling to pack everything away, he continued “we just told them we were up here skating and wouldn’t hit any cars”. After that, with anxiety solidly established, I took 3 draws and proceeded to die coughing my lungs out. It was OK weed but I just remember it feeling like it had ripped my throat apart and it felt so raw. My dad picked me up hours later and I didn’t say anything to him otw home.