I always considered myself a drug free kid. From the time I was 13 up to the present. I knew they were awful for my body, and they ruined everything they touched. It wasn't until I got near my 19th birthday that I finally gave into some slight pressure from my roommates.
It was a cold day in December and I was over stressed from my job at the local warehouse. My roommates had pulled out a joint and convinced me that it was really a drug anyways, just a harmless weed. They gave up trying to convince me, lit it up and let the sweet smell of Mary Jane do her work on me.