@Cycloptichorn,
I was 16. It was in my best friend's basement the summer after tenth grade. I only bought it myself once - Danny always had a good -sized supply and was happy to share.
I never really smoked during the school year or on days I had to work - only in the summer on days I didn't have to work and we could go someplace and get stoned without worry.
I'd given it up by the time I got to college. It didn't do enough for my head to justify the sore throat it always gave me and the weeks and weeks my Dad would take the car away from me whenever I came in and he smelled it on my clothes.