Personal Narrative: The Time I Smoked A Joint

The time I smoked a joint. When I was in 6th grade I thought weed was cool and fun. I was an addict and could never stop thinking about it the feeling was unbearable every time I looked at the paper I imagined rolling it up and going into the clouds. It would let me forget about my stress all the problems at home all of the people who bullied me basically me just throwing all my problems out and not caring anymore. I had no fear and the world seemed upside down in a way where I felt like the world wasn’t against me anymore a twist of fate and most important’ly a new beginning. I wish I could go back to the day I met jakHobie, my dealer, he was a really big 8th grader he had a late birthday and got held back he was 15 and a half in the 8th …show more content…
When I walked over he said come to the bathroom I can help you forget your problems and just relax just come with me into the bathroom. When we walked over to the bathroom he checked if anyone was here once he knew no one was here he handed me a bag and said listen take this the next time you are about to cry also with some small paper and a lighter and then he said once you want more see me. I didn’t know what was going on I just felt allot better knowing I had something to use to conquer all of my problems but it was the exact opposite I was only pushing them back. When I went home that day I was trying to do my homework I heard fighting and I said to myself I deserve better than this so I went to my backyard under the balcony I had secret hiding spot I would go when things got to frustrating at home when I pulled out the bag jak Hobie gave me and rolled up the really weird substance I remember vividly it had a really bad smell at that point I thought it was fishy, but I thought it was the only