Almost caught because I got too high.

So this story goes back all the way to my senior year in High School. I had smoked before and I had taken a break for about a year on smoking weed. I had recently been contacted by an old friend on my snapchat from middle school. I've always known him to be a full time stoner, I mean this guy is the definition of a stoner. He Plays video games all day, Smokes weed all day, yadda yadda yadda insert stereotype here. I do remembering us having good times though as we were both into MMA when we were in middle school and that's what really brought us together as close friends even today. The reason I went to visit him in my senior year is because I had just got a ninja 636 as my first motorcycle and my car was very unreliable(Pic for reference, Not my car but mine had the same paint job and had engine problems) at the time and my parents were very strict. So I pull up and we exchange hellos and hugs. I go inside and talk to him and catch up on old times for about an hour and thirty minutes. He asks me if I want to take a hit from the bong and decide fuck it why not. It is 4pm I tell him that it's getting late and I have to make it home before my dad does at 5pm so I proceed to leave. When I walk outside I put on my helmet and try to start my bike and it won't start. I became very confused and just thought the starter switch was off which it was. I click it on and then I notice the one fatal flaw I made, I left my key on in the ignition. BOOM, The battery is dead, straight out of juice, And good luck trying to get two guys who are high out of their minds try to get a seat cover off with special nuts without any tools. Luckily his dad was home and he is a motorcycle mechanic oddly enough. So he goes inside and wakes his dad up to come try to fix our problem. He suggests we push start the bike and that's exactly what we do. As they push me forward I try to hit the starter switch and magically the bike starts to rumble as I fiddle with the clutch and off I go. I never got home so quickly in my life. By the time I had got home I had beaten my dad home and then proceeded to go into my room and play some fallout:NV and ate a banana, The end.

 

I had literally only rode a motorcycle and had my license for about 2 months and had no knowledge about push starting or anything. Plus It was the first time I had smoked in a year so my tolerance level was 0.

 

I did learn though

 

Yea, I wish I started on a smaller cc like a 300 or some shit since I had a lot of close calls with my 636, Speeding and all that going 100+ I was a fuckin squid man

 

That isn't my bike, All the pics I just pulled up from google images for reference, My 636 is in good condition