I used to smoke a lot in college and a few years after graduation. Gave that up when my daughter was born. Last time I smoked was in NYC. We were at an interactive theater dinner show like Tony and Tina's wedding and one of the characters was a pothead. I was joking around with him about lighting one up before dinner. Well, apparently, he wasn't acting and grabbed us, a couple other members of the audience, and some cast members to burn one in a closet. We didn't know what was going on, we're all crammed in this little closet passing around a doob; the youngest person is probably 45 years old. I took two hits but didn't feel anything. My wife thinks it was "prop" weed, not real, and just part of the show. She can be a little naive when it comes to illicit recreation.