I took 5'g at a friend place. Mine where from a different guy and way more potent. I flipped the fuck out. I first spit on my friend, of course I had no clue he was a nice person in my mind, and he punched me in chest as hard as he could. I pulled my friends thermostat off the wall. I ran out of his house, got on his brand new mustang, and did jump stomps on the hood. I than went inside, and started jacking off(i was told this i don't remember). After that two friends sat on me for 2 and a half hours until I finished. I also pissed my pants more than once.
So, that being said. My friend said his girlfriend and her roommate who lived in the next apartment where gone. I'm on 5g's going strong. They unexpectedly come over. He sends us all outside thinking its the cops. Instead of sending them packing he says ok everyone come in and shit. They where not allowed to know we where tripping shrooms. IE no good. Started out as literally one of the best days of my life, and in fact is 100% assuredly the worst. I learned so much, but I lost a 2 of my best friends, we have never spoken since I left his place.
I have looked back on it so many times, and each time again more knowledge of myself. Since, that day I have had a lot more self control, I have matured in many ways. I am thankful the day happened, but I wish my friends knew the risks of taking such powerful drugs. Instead of seeing I clearly needed to work out some internal conflict, they just thought I needed to be controlled.