As I got older I hung out with Eric more and more. Once I went over to his house after school. His mom wasn't home, so as we were sitting in his room playing Playstation, he asked if I ever smoked weed. I said no, and told him I doubted he even had any. Out it came, hidden in a box under his bed. He had a piece of paper he rolled it in, lit it, and blew out some gray smoke, then handed it to me. "Suck it into your mouth first," he said, "then when you breathe in, try to hold it for a bit." I did but had a terrible coughing fit and couldn't handle any more. He laughed and said I was a pussy while he finished the rest. It gave me a weird feeling in my head but it was exciting doing something dangerous.