Ass Cancer
Greenlighter
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- Mar 24, 2012
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Let me start off by saying that I consider myself quite an experienced smoker and this was my first bad experience with weed. It was quite bizzare and I've never experienced anything like that in years of smoking. Also, sorry for this being such a lengthy report, I like going into details.
I arranged to meet with my ussual smoke buddy, who we shall call Jay, at his place to smoke some of the new stuff he got. It was noon, and it was kind of cold outside, so we decided to stay inside. Unfortunately, I had a call from my mother saying that I had left the CD that I had copied for my mother the other night inside the disk drive and that she needed it before evening. This is important, because if I hadn't left that CD inside the drive, we would've smoked at Jay's and I probably could've avoided the hell I went through later.
So, we decided to go to my place, take the CD, bring it to my mother at her home and smoke somewhere near the river that was nearby. I packed some cookies, took some tobacco and the CD, and after a while we were ready to smoke up. We decided that it would be cool to go to the fair that was taking place that day but the universe had something else planned for me.
We made a stop under a bridge just near the river. It was a quite secluded place, but we don't ussually worry about it anyways. The joint Jay had rolled before was packed with a lot of weed, more than we ussually smoke, but Jay's tolerance was quite high. I, however, was just after a long tolerance break. I didn't think at the time that it might have been too much.
After the first two puffs I was already feeling it. Pleasant vibes and relaxation. As we smoked I was getting higher and after half of the joint had been smoked I was already feeling fully high. Despite that I kept going. As we smoked, some kid climbed down the slope and passed by us. Normally, I would feel no paranoia, but I was feeling very uneasy and wanted to get out. I was feeling high. So high, that I gave the end of the joint for Jay to finish.
I was feeling bad already. My body became heavier and I felt nauseous. And we had to climb a slope up to get to the streets. Now that was a real challenge for me. As I climbed higher I became more tired, more nauseous and more scared. I even asked Jay to take my hand to keep me from tumbling down. However, he didn't realise at the time just how bad I was feeling so he just shouted "Come on, this is fun!" and ran up the slope leaving me there climbing with my last strength. I hated Jay at that moment.
Finally I managed to climb up. I was exhausted. Jay wanted to go to the fair but the idea of being so high in a huge crowd of people scared me a lot. I told him I was too high, but he said "There's no such thing." Believe me, under certain circumstances, there is. All I managed to say then was "We need to get out of here."
So we walked. Walking was very difficult, I was feeling very nauseous, as if I had drunk a whole Jack Daniels by myself. My muscles were aching, so I asked Jay if we could find a bench to sit on. He seemed displeased with this idea. He was still thinking we would go to the fair. It was getting worse. Jay tried to cheer me up, but I didn't hear half of the words he said and couldn't understandthe other half.
That's when things got interesting. I had my first visuals on weed. I would describe it like changes in colours: At first, I saw the world covered in a layer of pink static, like watching through dirty pink glasses. Then, the colours shifted and it was beautiful - the snow everywhere became brightly yellow, but the sky remained brightly pink. The colours were very bright and the contrast between them was beautiful. Then, the world lost all colour, it became B&W, and that scared me even more. I thought that I should stop, or say something, but couldn't, I was in a state of trance where I couldn't control my actions. Finally I snapped out of it, but the world was still colourless. There was no bench in sight, so I decided to sit wherever. My body ached, my heart was pounding, and I just needed to rest.
As we were sitting on a fallen tree, I became humming a song by The Doors (can't remember which one), and I relaxed, I could see in colour again. I didn't think I'd pass out anymore, and I was feeling happy to have a tree to sit on. Jay had a watch and said that it had been 15 minutes after we had finished smoking. I couldn't believe it, it seemed like an hour to me.
I decided to eat a cookie, took three bites of it and swallowing was incredibly hard so after 10 minutes of trying to swallow the cookie I gave up and had to spit it out. Jay found it hilarious. I couldn't find anything hilarious at that moment. I tried getting up a few times but had to sit back down to rest some more. When we finally decided to get back to Jay's place, I felt sick in the stomach, but didn't puke. We walked for ~10 minutes, took a bus and walked some more. Nothing bad happened as I was coming down from the horrible peak, though it was scary and strange in the bus, since I was still paranoid and scared.
So that was it. I was probably high for three hours, but the rest of the high wasn't that scary. I thought that the weed was cut with something else, or that it was some kind of a synthetic cannabinoid, but then again, my friend Jay had no problems, no strange effects whatsoever. Also, I finished the rest of the weed later and it was ok. So, in conclusion, I guess it was just a mixture of a panic attack, low blood sugar and serious lack of sleep. I didn't have trouble sleeping that night, however, I dreamt of that colourless path so vividly as if I was there again.
I arranged to meet with my ussual smoke buddy, who we shall call Jay, at his place to smoke some of the new stuff he got. It was noon, and it was kind of cold outside, so we decided to stay inside. Unfortunately, I had a call from my mother saying that I had left the CD that I had copied for my mother the other night inside the disk drive and that she needed it before evening. This is important, because if I hadn't left that CD inside the drive, we would've smoked at Jay's and I probably could've avoided the hell I went through later.
So, we decided to go to my place, take the CD, bring it to my mother at her home and smoke somewhere near the river that was nearby. I packed some cookies, took some tobacco and the CD, and after a while we were ready to smoke up. We decided that it would be cool to go to the fair that was taking place that day but the universe had something else planned for me.
We made a stop under a bridge just near the river. It was a quite secluded place, but we don't ussually worry about it anyways. The joint Jay had rolled before was packed with a lot of weed, more than we ussually smoke, but Jay's tolerance was quite high. I, however, was just after a long tolerance break. I didn't think at the time that it might have been too much.
After the first two puffs I was already feeling it. Pleasant vibes and relaxation. As we smoked I was getting higher and after half of the joint had been smoked I was already feeling fully high. Despite that I kept going. As we smoked, some kid climbed down the slope and passed by us. Normally, I would feel no paranoia, but I was feeling very uneasy and wanted to get out. I was feeling high. So high, that I gave the end of the joint for Jay to finish.
I was feeling bad already. My body became heavier and I felt nauseous. And we had to climb a slope up to get to the streets. Now that was a real challenge for me. As I climbed higher I became more tired, more nauseous and more scared. I even asked Jay to take my hand to keep me from tumbling down. However, he didn't realise at the time just how bad I was feeling so he just shouted "Come on, this is fun!" and ran up the slope leaving me there climbing with my last strength. I hated Jay at that moment.
Finally I managed to climb up. I was exhausted. Jay wanted to go to the fair but the idea of being so high in a huge crowd of people scared me a lot. I told him I was too high, but he said "There's no such thing." Believe me, under certain circumstances, there is. All I managed to say then was "We need to get out of here."
So we walked. Walking was very difficult, I was feeling very nauseous, as if I had drunk a whole Jack Daniels by myself. My muscles were aching, so I asked Jay if we could find a bench to sit on. He seemed displeased with this idea. He was still thinking we would go to the fair. It was getting worse. Jay tried to cheer me up, but I didn't hear half of the words he said and couldn't understandthe other half.
That's when things got interesting. I had my first visuals on weed. I would describe it like changes in colours: At first, I saw the world covered in a layer of pink static, like watching through dirty pink glasses. Then, the colours shifted and it was beautiful - the snow everywhere became brightly yellow, but the sky remained brightly pink. The colours were very bright and the contrast between them was beautiful. Then, the world lost all colour, it became B&W, and that scared me even more. I thought that I should stop, or say something, but couldn't, I was in a state of trance where I couldn't control my actions. Finally I snapped out of it, but the world was still colourless. There was no bench in sight, so I decided to sit wherever. My body ached, my heart was pounding, and I just needed to rest.
As we were sitting on a fallen tree, I became humming a song by The Doors (can't remember which one), and I relaxed, I could see in colour again. I didn't think I'd pass out anymore, and I was feeling happy to have a tree to sit on. Jay had a watch and said that it had been 15 minutes after we had finished smoking. I couldn't believe it, it seemed like an hour to me.
I decided to eat a cookie, took three bites of it and swallowing was incredibly hard so after 10 minutes of trying to swallow the cookie I gave up and had to spit it out. Jay found it hilarious. I couldn't find anything hilarious at that moment. I tried getting up a few times but had to sit back down to rest some more. When we finally decided to get back to Jay's place, I felt sick in the stomach, but didn't puke. We walked for ~10 minutes, took a bus and walked some more. Nothing bad happened as I was coming down from the horrible peak, though it was scary and strange in the bus, since I was still paranoid and scared.
So that was it. I was probably high for three hours, but the rest of the high wasn't that scary. I thought that the weed was cut with something else, or that it was some kind of a synthetic cannabinoid, but then again, my friend Jay had no problems, no strange effects whatsoever. Also, I finished the rest of the weed later and it was ok. So, in conclusion, I guess it was just a mixture of a panic attack, low blood sugar and serious lack of sleep. I didn't have trouble sleeping that night, however, I dreamt of that colourless path so vividly as if I was there again.
Good read tho by the way..I enjoyed it and it kept me going.
but now iv got a good tolerance to bud i haven't hallucinated since also there's no music enhancement anymore which is disappointing colors are still brighter. just recently i made my own hash i hit it 1s and my carpet had pink circles on it with black spiders crawling out and my carpet was covered in eggs ???