I was having a really crappy day on Tuesday. I called my brother for moral support. He told me to come over to his house to hang out for a while. My brother has an apartment a few miles away from my mom and dad. I told my parents that I was going to hang out with Jack. My mom offered to drive me, but I took my bicycle. When I arrived, I noticed a couple of cars outside of Jack’s apartment. He clearly had some friends over. When I walked through the front door, my brother threw me a can of beer. He told me to sit down and relax. He came over to talk to me about 20 minutes later. I had a small buzz from the beer, so I said yes when he offered to get me high. I went out back with my brother and his friends. They rolled up a couple of marijuana joints for everyone to smoke. I took a few puffs off the marijuana joint. At first, I didn’t feel anything at all. After 15 minutes, I couldn’t even remember my name. I couldn’t remember why I was in a bad mood. I couldn’t remember how to get home either. My brother and his friends could not drive me home, so I had to call my dad to pick me up. I stood outside and waited for 20 minutes, so my clothes could air out. I certainly didn’t want my dad to know that I had been smoking pot with my brother and his friends. He would have been very angry with my brother.