despite smoking since I was 11, I didn't actually learn to roll till I was probably 18. There was always someone else to roll it for me. But when I moved out on my own I moved to the other side of town and found myself getting high alone more, so I finally taught myself. †LOL† even then it was a good bit longer before I didn't have to stuff my joints because they came out way to loose.
Years later I found myself transporting 30-40 lbs 24 hrs up north. I would be clean the whole way up there, obviously, but would come back with an ounce for the trip back. On my first trip back I learned to roll one handed. I was so fucking proud of that. They weren't works of art by any damn means, but I did it with one hand and they were smokable, and to me, thats all that mattered. With that said, last time I tried to do that I completely fucking failed. Guess I need to take another roadtrip when I get the chance.