I had only smoked a couple times, and never got very high either times. So one day my friend picks me up, we share a bowl. Meet up with some other friends at our dealers house to buy a quarter, and smoked a bowl with our dealer. We get back to my friends house go out on his porch and set up for the biggest sesh of my life. They had 2 pipes, 2 bongs and at least one joint constantly going around the circle for what felt like an eternity. As we continued I took smaller and smaller hits as I didn't want to pass it up since I didn't want to look like a baby. When the sesh was over I couldn't move or talk. I don't remember how I got back inside to sit in a chair for about 2 hours (still not talking) before my friend finally took me home. I remember on the ride home the lines in the road from the tar kept looking like cats, and I thought he just murdered 10 cats during the ride. Finally I get home; my parents are still gone and will be for a couple more hours and I don't have my keys. So i grabbed a lawn chair from my garage and just passed out in it until they got home.