Stan was a child alcoholic and lived on a pot farm, but he hadn't tried marijuana yet. First of all, his dad made it lame, secondly, he didn't know if it would kill him, bad lungs and all.
But fuck it, he has a bad day, and he was thirteen years old.
He snuck into the barn and found himself alone. He went to Randy's bong and lit it up like he saw his dad do many times before.
He let out a few sharp coughs. He probably was going to have an asthma attack.
He bent over and vomited.