There was this time when I was still in high school and living with my parents that my younger brother, Jay, and I had gotten really baked then went to eat dinner with the family. After a munchy delicious meal, we all went to watch a movie that was on TV. As we were sitting there trying to figure out what was going on in the movie and life in general my dad paused it to take a bathroom break. Jay had passed out or went into a daze and suddenly began to motion to my even younger brother to grab something out of his hand. He was saying "Take it man, Take it.... I can't handle it." I look over at the stoned kid and he's holding an imaginary pipe and trying to pass it to my youngest brother, who by now is confused as to what he is supposed to grab. Suddenly, Jay snaps out of his haze and realizes what he is doing. He tries to keep his cool and play it off, but all that comes out is... "Uhhhhh, I'm tired. Good-night." My parents had no idea what was going on but I knew he was trying to pass the imaginary bowl.