The first time I smoked grass I was skiing, which sounds stupid now that I think about it. With newly conceived confidence in my abilities I saw trees whip passed me on both sides, eventually slowing to a heartbeat's pace then to the point that I thought I could hear every snowflake tremble and shatter beneath my skis. Nothingness spread in front of my nearly motionless self and there was a wrenching sound and my skis snapped off and fell down and away from me. At some point I began to breath cold, snapping breathes through my runny nostrils. My underwear felt wet, my ass was frozen and my bare legs and booted feet dangled off the ledge. I wondered if the alarm I heard was a ranger, someone who knew where my pants were, but that person was my brother laughing from our second story window as snow slid off my skis onto the leather seats of a brand new Saab in the parking lot of the lodge.

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