My First Dip

It was the summer going into our eight grade year. My best friend and I were up town at our city courts. As of most kids they look up to there dads. Well in this case my friend was looking up to his dad in all the wrong reasons. My friends dad chewed tobacco like a mad man. There wasn't a time when he didn't have a chew in it seemed like. Just like in every town there is that one high school kid that someone knows who will hook up kids looking for some tobacco products. My friend made the purchase, it was a purple can of grape kayak chew. Now that I look back on it that just sounds awful, but grape pop was good right?
His mom picked us up to go to his house for the weekend. I had a bag with all my cloths in it so we put it in there. I took my bag when I got to his house and put it behind the couch where I would sleep that night. We soon decided to to go out with our pellet guns to the woods and take the chew with us. We got to the woods and he put a dip in, he talked me into trying it. We were not experienced in this field of work, but had watched his dad do it many times. The feeling was awful. My lip burned, it tasted nothing like grape as I imagined it would. As we walked through the woods my head started to spin and I felt nauseous. I had to man up though because my buddy wasn't saying anything. We soon spit it out and went back towards the house. My mouth wanted nothing more then a drink of anything wet. I got back to the house and immediately drank some water.
Now thinking about it we probably were acting rather strange in front of his mom as she watched with intent. She asked where we had been, we told here that we were hunting birds, and squirrels across the road in the state land. We put the chew back in the bag and went to play some xbox. My friend later decided he was ready to do it again. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush he was getting from doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing, but I wanted nothing to do with that stuff again. I couldn't get that awful taste out of my mouth.
We grabbed the can out of the bag getting ready to set back out to the woods, but it was empty. We both looked at each other with wide eyes. I had it in the woods, but didn't recall spilling it, or even coming close. We opened it in the house a few times to look at it and thought for sure we spilled it in here somewhere. We crawled around the house looking for it. How I even thought at the time that's what happened. It is just what we wanted to believe. We just wanted to find it before his mom did. Little did we know she found it already. We never found out what happened to the chew that day, week, or year. It was a mystery, but we didn't care because we didn't ever get in trouble for it. We didn't find out until it was our senior year and his mom asked us if we still wondered what happened to that chew. She then told us she dumped it out and just watched us panic looking for it, and our punishment was applied through our panic. She said she could tell how we were acting that something was up. Her method installed fear into me and my friend for a long time. Yet it is a great memory to look back on and laugh at how dumb we could be!