April 04, 2009
Like many of the submissions, mine is of my first experience with the dreaded weed. When I was about ten or so, my mother made up a dinner salad. Unbeknownst to me, among the regular vegetation was a thing so vile, I tear up to recall that day. I pierced my fork into a generous helping of the salad, when my tastbuds were cruelly and unsuspectingly subjected to the foulest taste sensation known to my tongue.
I immediatley spat out the evil substance, and demanded to know what corrupted my mouth. I'm still in councelling.