Having moved to Denver the year before when the recreational law was passed I decided it was time to give this now legal creature a try for the first time. My friends excited for me to join the brotherhood so to speak gave me all sorts of things. Having a large quantity of new unknown products at my disposal I remember a particular friend giving me a small container of wax. Along with it a nail, a torch, everything needed to get it done. It seemed simple enough and I decided I would wait until my last day of work week which followed by a 3 day weekend. I came home from work the special night just after midnight. I worked a 12 hour shift and couldn't remember having eaten or drank much of anything that day. But not hungry and eager to try this taboo product I sat at the desk and began the procedure. When the nail was cherry red, I stood up started my first dab rip. I awake with my head resting on the foot of the desk, drool saturating a small spot next the foot on the carpet. I stand up, walk to the bathroom noticing the tv still on and the lights in each room illuminating my way. After I handle my business I notice the clock in the bathroom reads 4pm. That's right, I started my journey with some of the most concentrated product available and immediately without notice took a 16 hour nap, on my floor, using my desk as a pillow. I needed all three of those days off to recover, half of one of those days for the imprint of the desk leg to vanish from my face. Take it from an experienced idiot, a dab will do ya'!