Ha ha ha! I never did much, but the first time I really got stoned I ended up talking to a fire hydrant that was going to a fire. I was explaining all the sections of my small town where the fire could be found. A friend came along and asked me wtf I was doing! I laughed so hard the next day when he told me about it, I had totally forgotten.

Everyone was so wasted.  Like, really wasted.  It was at a date party --  a combo date party with another frat.  Drunk people were everywhere.  He was sitting on the bed of a truck at the side edge. Didn't even realize the truck was running and the driver was driving.  Just sitting there.  All of a sudden the driver guns it and  turns hard.  He fell off, got serious road rash all over his face and broke his thumb.

His mother is crazy. Boarderline insanity.  F@#king saying insane shit at the hospital.  You know how you can look at a parent and it is clear that she comes from that person, well not in this case.

Everyone has a virginity story.  So here's mine.  I was a senior in high school, 17 years old, a bit on the late bloomer side.  I was invited to a party up in the mountains of Santa Barbara. 

My friends' parents were out of town and she threw an awesome party -- beer, wine, pot -- the whole 9 yards.  There were two girls that I had a big crush on, Barbara and Betsy.  Barbara was the blonde girl next door, pin-up girl and a cheerleader.  Betsy was a year younger and was in all the dance programs that the school offered.  Barbara and I peeled off into one of the spare bedrooms and were making out... doing the first, second base deal.  I figured one or two more beers might do it for me.  So I got up and went in the other room and ran into Betsy.  Between the two I liked Betsy the most.  So I peel off into another bedroom with Betsy and pretty much was doing the same thing as I had been with Barbara.  I have to admit there was a thrill in having two different girls in two different bedrooms.  I felt like a player, trust me I wasn't.  So after a few minutes I decided to go check on Barbara and told Betsy I'd be right back.  Twenty minutes later I told Barbara the same and headed to the bedroom with Betsy.  One of my friends said that he saw Barbara roaming around looking for me.  He had told her check that room over there and I was busted. When I came back for my third round with Barbara she suggested we go out to her car, she was driving her Dad's station wagon, and listen to the radio.  I wouldn't say that Barbara was a slut but she did have a sleeping bag in the back and pretty quickly we had the seats laid down in the back of that wagon and were naked. 

Meanwhile Betsy started looking for me and someone said Jon went outside so her and 5 or 6 of her friends and some of mine came looking for me (I always had the good pot)  so while I am in the midst of experiencing my first sexual encounter and having the orgasm of my life (up till that point!) that was not self inflicted, I look up in mid-orgasm and there are about 6 or 7 of my friends and hers along with Betsy staring at us through the fogged up windows of the station wagon.  I made a horrible choice that night. Barbara turned out to be the "psycho-girlfriend" that makes your life miserable for 8 or 9 months and then she dumped me 3 days before the prom. Betsy tried to pretend it didn't bother her, what happened that night, but I know I hurt her.  It was a bitter-sweet night.

But I did get laid!