I was in Utah visiting a friend and she introduced me to the wonders of Cannabis. She gave me a couple of joints to smoke on my trip home. I was headed back to New Mexico. It was February and I was wearing a cable knit sweater with a t-shirt underneath (this is important). Just outside of Green River on I-70 I decided to spark one up and play some tunes. My car didn't have a lighter in it and all I had were matches. I lit it up and tossed the match out the window. I took a couple of tokes and the car was filling up with smoke (similar to Urca's situation). I rolled down to clear it out. It worked for a while. I took another couple of tokes. More smoke. I was getting a little paranoid. Here I was on a major freeway with some of the most militant police in the nation and my car was filling up with smoke. I decided it was better to wait until Moab before I tried this again. Moab is more laid back and hippie'ish (kind of like Sedona or Durango). So I put out the joint put it back with the rest.
My car started filling up with smoke again.
Not only that but the back of my right shoulder was starting to sting. That's when I realized my sweater was on fire. I had tossed the match out only to have it blow back in and stick on my sweater and ignite it. I pulled the car over, jumped out and stripped down to my skin. The smoldering fire had eaten a hole the size of a pancake into the sweater and was starting to scorch my t-shirt. Thank all that's holy, no police were around. I did get a lot of honks and waves from passing vehicles while I was getting another shirt from the trunk.
once when we were about 16 or so we were in the woods doing the usual binge drinking and blunt smoking. it must've been fall or spring because everyone had on sweatshirts.
so my friend goes to light another blunt. he's using a zippo and we're all huddled around him to block the wind.
so he's puffing on the blunt to get it lit and someone goes, "holy shit i never seen a flame like that on a zippo"
the asshole had lit his hoodie on fire and was lighting the blunt off his sleeve. the flame was about 5 inches high.
so he's shedding layers jumping around screaming and this stoner chick is all worried about the blunt on her hands and knees in the dark looking for it while the rest of us just stood there laughing our asses off.
one of my fondest high school memories.