Pot Brownies - first time - did way too much
I'll start off by saying I had never smoked pot before. For a long time I just didn't want to do it, and then more recently never the opportunity. I don't have any pot head friends, so was just never around any. I've done E regularly for a few years and shrooms a couple of times. For a while I had been wanting to get really stoned as I'd never done it, but since I live in an apartment building and I can smell my neighbors smoking weed, I didn't want to have the smell coming from my apartment so I decided pot brownies would be the answer.
Not wanting to do it half-assed, I aquired half a quarter ounce of weed from a friend of mine. Dug up some recipes online on how to many pot brownies. Bought the brownie mix and had a weekend ahead of me, so my friend, "Jill", and I decided to go for it.
We prepared the brownies as per the instructions, by placing the weed in a small jar of oil and then placing that in some boiling water so it wouldn't overheat. Didn't know how much to use so we just threw it all in there and decided to go for it! I've rolled my face off on many occasions and had no problem with going off the deep end with this little experiement.
Heated the pot in the oil for an hour, and then dumped the whole thing, seeds and all into the brownie mix. Cooked up the brownies and cut them up into 12 bars.
Time: 10pm - I ate 2 off the bat and jill had 1. Tasted pretty much like brownies but the seeds inside made it hard to ignore the pot. Knew they'll take some time to work, so we sat down and watched tv and waited.
11pm- no effect at all. Dunno whats going on. We did use a lot of pot but maybe we prepared it wrong? I ate 2 more, Jill ate 1.
12am- still nothing. I hadn't eaten all night, my stomach should be empty. Jill wasn't feeling anything either. Since we had already eaten half of them and nothing was happening we decide to keep going for it. I hate 2 more, Jill had 1.
1am - uhhhhhhhh, ok. something is happening now. Starting to feel "stoned". This could be fun. Decide to eat 1 more for good measure. The taste of the weed is starting to get really acute. Not pleasant at all.
1:20am - Starting to feel REALLY gone, also starting to feel really sick. I get up and staggered to the bathroom and puke some really nasty black brownie puke. That was REALLY unpleasant. Stagger back to my couch. By some wierd coincidence a Cheech and Chong movie was on TV, but I was beginning to feel so far gone I couldn't concentrate on it at all.
1:30am - wow. I didn't think THC could make you hullicinate, but I'm experiencing visuals very similar to my shroom trip. Light trails are coming out of the television.
2am - Starting to feel so fucked it was very unpleasant and I was sorry I started this experiment. I felt like a huge wad of cotton was wrapped around my head. I could not keep my head up. Neither Jill or I could keep a conversation for a few seconds. My dog might have been eating the leftover brownies but I couldn't really concentrate on it, nor really cared at that point.
2:30am - keep getting more and more wasted. I start to get panicky as I realise that I've probably only experienced the first couple of brownies and the other ones are still yet to come. I begin to wonder if I've done so much that maybe I broke my brain or something. Can I go through life feeling like this? Can I function ever again? I've done 6 or more E's in a night and had a blast. This wasn't pleasant at all and I wanted it to end. The only thing saving me was I was so gone I couldn't keep a thought for more than a second and then forget about what I was thinking about.
3am - I'm in a world of hurt with no sign of it letting up. I feel really sick, really gone and basically am like a invalid or something. I couldn't move, speak, or think much. That stoned feeling felt like it was physically crushing my head.
6am - It's been hours now and it hasn't let up. Spent the last few hours not moving on the couch and staring into space.
7am - Was able to get enough strength to put my futon couch into it's bed form. Jill panics at the thought of me going to sleep as she's still gone as well. I tell her I just need to lie down.
12noon - I can finally function, but still feeling very stoned. I feel a bit better as I can definitely feel the effects subsiding so I know it will go away eventually. I got to bed.
6pm - Wake up still feeling my cotton head, but it's at 10% the effect from before.
the next morning - Feel normal, but very hungover. Takes another day for me to shake the last of the effects.
phew! so that's about it. Now the mere thought of pot makes my throat close up. I will certainly never ever do it in that quantity again and possible never even ever take a toke again in the future. Might be a good thing though cause if I liked it I might have made it a habit. I'll be sticking with me trusty pills when I want to get fucked.
I'll start off by saying I had never smoked pot before. For a long time I just didn't want to do it, and then more recently never the opportunity. I don't have any pot head friends, so was just never around any. I've done E regularly for a few years and shrooms a couple of times. For a while I had been wanting to get really stoned as I'd never done it, but since I live in an apartment building and I can smell my neighbors smoking weed, I didn't want to have the smell coming from my apartment so I decided pot brownies would be the answer.
Not wanting to do it half-assed, I aquired half a quarter ounce of weed from a friend of mine. Dug up some recipes online on how to many pot brownies. Bought the brownie mix and had a weekend ahead of me, so my friend, "Jill", and I decided to go for it.
We prepared the brownies as per the instructions, by placing the weed in a small jar of oil and then placing that in some boiling water so it wouldn't overheat. Didn't know how much to use so we just threw it all in there and decided to go for it! I've rolled my face off on many occasions and had no problem with going off the deep end with this little experiement.
Heated the pot in the oil for an hour, and then dumped the whole thing, seeds and all into the brownie mix. Cooked up the brownies and cut them up into 12 bars.
Time: 10pm - I ate 2 off the bat and jill had 1. Tasted pretty much like brownies but the seeds inside made it hard to ignore the pot. Knew they'll take some time to work, so we sat down and watched tv and waited.
11pm- no effect at all. Dunno whats going on. We did use a lot of pot but maybe we prepared it wrong? I ate 2 more, Jill ate 1.
12am- still nothing. I hadn't eaten all night, my stomach should be empty. Jill wasn't feeling anything either. Since we had already eaten half of them and nothing was happening we decide to keep going for it. I hate 2 more, Jill had 1.
1am - uhhhhhhhh, ok. something is happening now. Starting to feel "stoned". This could be fun. Decide to eat 1 more for good measure. The taste of the weed is starting to get really acute. Not pleasant at all.
1:20am - Starting to feel REALLY gone, also starting to feel really sick. I get up and staggered to the bathroom and puke some really nasty black brownie puke. That was REALLY unpleasant. Stagger back to my couch. By some wierd coincidence a Cheech and Chong movie was on TV, but I was beginning to feel so far gone I couldn't concentrate on it at all.
1:30am - wow. I didn't think THC could make you hullicinate, but I'm experiencing visuals very similar to my shroom trip. Light trails are coming out of the television.
2am - Starting to feel so fucked it was very unpleasant and I was sorry I started this experiment. I felt like a huge wad of cotton was wrapped around my head. I could not keep my head up. Neither Jill or I could keep a conversation for a few seconds. My dog might have been eating the leftover brownies but I couldn't really concentrate on it, nor really cared at that point.
2:30am - keep getting more and more wasted. I start to get panicky as I realise that I've probably only experienced the first couple of brownies and the other ones are still yet to come. I begin to wonder if I've done so much that maybe I broke my brain or something. Can I go through life feeling like this? Can I function ever again? I've done 6 or more E's in a night and had a blast. This wasn't pleasant at all and I wanted it to end. The only thing saving me was I was so gone I couldn't keep a thought for more than a second and then forget about what I was thinking about.
3am - I'm in a world of hurt with no sign of it letting up. I feel really sick, really gone and basically am like a invalid or something. I couldn't move, speak, or think much. That stoned feeling felt like it was physically crushing my head.
6am - It's been hours now and it hasn't let up. Spent the last few hours not moving on the couch and staring into space.
7am - Was able to get enough strength to put my futon couch into it's bed form. Jill panics at the thought of me going to sleep as she's still gone as well. I tell her I just need to lie down.
12noon - I can finally function, but still feeling very stoned. I feel a bit better as I can definitely feel the effects subsiding so I know it will go away eventually. I got to bed.
6pm - Wake up still feeling my cotton head, but it's at 10% the effect from before.
the next morning - Feel normal, but very hungover. Takes another day for me to shake the last of the effects.
phew! so that's about it. Now the mere thought of pot makes my throat close up. I will certainly never ever do it in that quantity again and possible never even ever take a toke again in the future. Might be a good thing though cause if I liked it I might have made it a habit. I'll be sticking with me trusty pills when I want to get fucked.
