The Making of a Marijuana Addict
<p>I will never forget the first time I smoked weed. The year was 1987. I was 13 years old.</p>
<p>My brother, who was ten years my senior and my chaperone for my first homecoming dance with a boy, took my date and me out to a cornfield just south of town and showed us how to smoke pot from a small metal pipe.</p>
<p>I can still taste that pipe, and I can remember walking into the high school high as a kite thinking, <em>“Someone will know,”</em> as the paranoia set in.</p>
<p>Fortunately, they didn’t and I had a wonderful night. My brother picked us up later, and we giggled about how much fun the dance was all the way home.</p>
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