Is life taken for granted? It was a cold, damp night that could only give the impression that something wasn't quite right. I was driving through the forest with a packed car on the way home from the best party of the semester. The roads were slippery due to melted snow that had turned to ice. There were four of us total in the car and we were all pretty knackered that night. This was the first night I actually drove while intoxicated. Sumner in the back seat decided to light up. I myself had never dealt with marijuana until that night. "Hey man, hurry up and pass it to me," Danny said anxiously. He was the known drug addict of the group, although I had never seen him use until now. Thick smoke filled the car, and 5 minutes later I gave it my all, including myself. The windows were sealed, confining the smoke into the car. It was chaotic, with everyone singing while the radio blared and the ear-piercing sound of everyone screaming and laughing. I started to feel paranoid about the given circumstances. “Turn it up, brother, this song rocks! Do you want to hit him?" Ian asked breathlessly. I was taken by surprise. I began to sweat and feel sick to my stomach. My hands tightened around the steering wheel as I swallowed hard. I didn't know what to say, I found myself under pressure from the first time in my life. I began to feel dizzy and extremely uncomfortable. “Gary, do you want it or not?” Ian asked. I felt like my head was literally floating in the darkness to me as everything started to go black. All the frantic noise was slowly disappearing. The car started to move slightly into the left lane, the one for oncoming traffic. I needed to get out of this state of shock It was as if something had grabbed me and was holding me so tightly that it was taking complete control of me. “Gary, free yourself! Ian shouted. "What's happening, oh my God, we're going to get to the semi-finals!" Danny shouted.