Bonus entry: I get high for the first time.

I loved Greg and he loved weed.

March 7, 2000
"I spent all of last weekend with Greg.  On Friday, I went to his cousin Chris' house and he was so high.  Him and Chris both.  We all were sitting at the table, Chris and Greg playing with a McDonald's toy, me sitting there wishing I was somewhere else, when Chris leans forward and says, "Dude, I can't stand this anymore.  I can't stand to be around someone that's not high when I am.  Plus, I want to see Amber fucked up."  So we all go outside, but it's windy, so we go in his tool shed.  There we smoke a pipe of weed.  Nothing happens.  We go to Baskin Robbins, Blockbuster, Waffle House - back to Chris' to smoke again.  They rented the movie The Red Violin but I fell asleep on the couch.
The next day we go to Monterrey's with Chris and his girlfriend Melissa (they're high again) but Greg barely talks to me.  They want to go bowling, but first we go back to Chris' house to smoke.  Greg tells me that it's a gravity bong, there's no way I won't get high off this.  I don't feel anything until I feel everything - I smoked way way way too much weed.  My fingers were burning and I coudln't form words - I coudln't think about anything other than the fact that I was going to DIE.  If I could have talked, I would have begged Greg to take me to the hospital.
At the bowling alley, I see a girl I know, but I'm way too messed up.  I don't bowl - I just sit there, dying, with my eyes closed.  Everything seemed to be a television show.
I saw Greg and Chris and Melissa completely different.  Greg seemed so terrible to me, and his laugh was annoying, and he moved so weird.  I didn't want to be around him, but I coudln't do anything.  Occasionally I was able to get up and get some water, but that was only when I was absolutely going to die.  And my legs were trembling.  Finally we went back to Chris' and I laid down and slept.  At 11 Chris woke me up and I went home and crawled into bed.  I awoke at noon the next day, knowing that Thank GOD it was a dream.  That is until I noticed I still had my clothes on from last night."

This is Greg out near the grassy knoll-ish area.  He's with our friend Jasmine, this rocker hippie chick .  I don't have many pictures of us together even though we had a weirdy relationship from 8th to 12th grade.  I went through periods of hating him, especially in the later years when my enemy G. got involved, so most of the pictures of us probably got ripped up or burned or something dramatic.