The Fabeled "Lost Dime"

Once upon a time Me and a few friends, one was young as 13, the other was 15, and I was just 16 years old, were sitting in my room with the first weed I have ever bought, a dime of pretty shitty mids I got from a kid that had been doing drugs since he was in 7th grade, (wonder if he is even still alive). We called it basil, because thats what we thought it was, but months later we came to the conclusion that it was really weed because at that time we had a gnack for what weed smelt like.

We smoked it out of this little pipe we called "cancer", it was all copper and was made by me in this vocational school tour (yes during the tour I had enough access to welding and materials to make a pipe). We called it cancer because smoking out of copper and welding was probably not the best, and gave us a hard time on our lungs.

I take the "green hit" the first Green hit out of the first bowl of weed. Held it in like a champ, but not for too long, and I passed to the 15 year old, he did the same, the 13 year old kid had more experience than us but I guess a worse off throat, or didn't expect the harshness of cancer. We all got moderately stoned, but didn't realize it at that time.

Afterwards we decide to do some things and I decide to stash the rest of the weed somewhere after a bowl alone when I got home. I stashed the weed, went to bed, and went to school the next day. Came home, and could not figure out where the fuck it went... It seriously just disappeared, So weeks past, hoping to god its not where another person in my house hold could find it, and months past and I move my room to the basement, and I looked at my bear room, nothing, looked at each thing coming out of my room, nothing. So Somewhere, Somehow, there is a dimebag that takes up residence with my mother, with years of age.

I think one day I should Go on a journey to find the Fabeled
"Lost Dime"

Stories about shit like this, epics of your stoney days that your friends will remember for a long time?
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