The first time I got stoned, I had a neighbor who was a long haired redneck stoner and he took me out to some friend's house where there were other redneck hicks fixing a car out in the yard. The yard was full of old cars. One of them pulled out a pipe and passed it. I remember how awful it tasted coming from that metal pipe. It felt like I was smoking the metal itself. I don't recall if I took one or two hits, but soon it felt like the world was trying to tilt to the left. There was a radio outside playing Led Zeppelin and Fleetwood Mac type music, and it started sounding distant and weird. I had already drank a couple of beers, and being the lightweight that I was, I started feeling a little ill. I went and sat down in my friend's car. I closed my eyes, and the world continued spinning to the left, stopping, and spinning to the left again. I felt the need to puke, but I held it in as long as I could. Finally I couldn't hold it any longer, and I started to vomit, but it was pretty much just dry heaves. After that, I started feeling calm. I came back out and sat among the rednecks. Some of them joked about how young and lightweight I was. I was only 17 and they were all in their mid twenties or older.