At 17...
I was an awkward girl in love with a stoner thinking I could never get him because I was not a pothead yet. Which leads to my memory of sitting on a quiet, counrty road at night with some wine coolers, cigarettes, and my best friend. We drank and smoked so much that night and talked about sex and where we would be after high school. Aww, well I'm glad I didn't end up where I thought I would be...I'm much happier here. Although I did get the stoner and then it was all a haze for about 3 years.
