The first and only time I've ever smoked inside someone's house happened when I was in grade 11. Me and 3 other guys met up with 2 guys at Pizza pizza and started texting our contacts but everyone was dry. My friend eventually finds this one guy who had some but he didn't have a car so we had to get all the way acros the city to pickup 8g from the guy who nobody knows. Me and 3 guys take a 20 minute taxi ride to a sports complex near his house and wait for 10 minutes in the snow and it was about -15 degrees Celsius and all we had on were light sweaters. We pickup 8g and take a taxi ride home with weed in our pockets (the whole cab danked). We walk to our friends house and we had 3 bongs between the six of us. I lost count of how many bowls I hit I kept insisting that I smoked 3 bowls but my friend said I smokes 6 or 7 (we were all stoned idk how much we all smoked). We watch tv and listen for music for a while and then I walk home where I see my cat and think it's the most beautiful creature ever.