9:45 PM, right when your mom's NyQuil kicks in. You plop your Supreme cap onto your head, call your buddies and jump in the front seat of your mom's toyota corolla. No permit? No problem.
Your buddies jump in each seat, one by one. One of your bros even brought an ounce of weed (actually oregano), from his pantry. You all light it up, smoke the joint and drive off into the night.
A car of 16 year olds pretending to be high, a sober and safe night.

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