TwelveTimes
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Laced Marijuana - 3rd time - What was in that stuff!?
I just now remembered an experience i had the third time i ever smoked pot, about a year ago to this day exactly. My old friend from grade school and i were over at his old friend "C"'s house. I had smoked pot twice before that particular day, and at that time pot still rocked my world.
Anyway someone came over to C's house with a QP to drop it off, so i knew that meant i would be getting stoned
But this person also had a joint that was pre-rolled that he said was laced. Curious as i was i asked him what was laced into it, and all he would tell me was drugs. I asked him "seriously though, what drugs" he just sorta grins and says "good drugs." He offered to sell me it for 10 bucks, and being an unexperienced as i was, and i admit wanting to show off a bit, i jumped at the chance.
Anyway me, my buddy and C drove around all night getting stoned. I enjoyed munchies, annoyingly laughing and all the other usual potfun that was still new to me at this time. And then i remembered the joint C's guy sold to me (cuz we were out of 8th that me and my best friend threw down for. I lit it up and took a big hit, and it tasted NASTY. Granted back then i hadn't aquired the taste of pot yet, so i thought it all tasted like ass then (even though now i love the smell and taste), but i could tell a MAJOR difference it was like terrible chemicals, the smoke made me choke. I passed it to my friend and he hit it, and then passes it to C who refused it strangly enough...
Anyway me and Friend finish the joint, and i am feeling STONED. I asked to please be dropped off at my car. The more time went on, the worse i started to feel. I was by no means an experienced drug user at this time, but i knew what i was feeling was somehow very different from marijuana. It felt like i was slowly seperating from myself, and in my mind's eye i could see my very soul leaving my body and being swallowed by the endless volumes of outer space. Then next thing i knew an annoyed C was in my face reminding me that we had reached my car. His voice wasn't quiet exactly but it sounded like i was hearing him talk from a million miles away.
So i got out of the car, and standing up i realized i couldn't really feel anything. My friend who shared the joint with me said he wasn't feeling so good so he was just gonna go back and crash at C's house. He looked pale as hell, and he told me i did too. They asked if i was "ok to drive" and after an eternity of hesitation "probably just 30 seconds or so" i told them i was. Walking back to my car felt VERY akward. I couldn't tell when my feet were actually connecting with the ground, so i was vicously wobbling as i walked as if i was a zombie from a Night of the living dead movie. My brain felt like slow-moving sludge. I got in my car and sat down in the seat and closed the door. And continued to sit there in the parking lot of the grocery store i work at (this is where we left my car while we rode around in C's car to smoke an 8th lol) Finally i drilled myself enough to start up the car. I took a deep breath and pulled out of the parking space.
This was insanly moronic i know, but oh well, i didn't die or kill anyone else and this story is a year old so oh well. As i drove home i was probably doing about 5mph down Main Street, but it was ok because it was around 2 in the morning. I felt utterly messed up and it was just coming on stronger. I began to debate pulling over so i could just sit and not have to work the pedal or turn the wheel. Doing anything besides sit and stare into space was beggining to feel beyond me. But i made it the trip to my house from there is only 5 mins in a no-traffic situation. I sat in my car in my driveway for a good 30 - 45 mins before i got out and stumble-walked up to my front door. My hands were shaking vicously so it was quite hard to get the door to unlock. Finally i went in and collapsed on a couch. I stared at the TV screen, then at the remote 2 feet away from me. I just couldn't get up to pick it up. Here is where it gets bizzare.
As i sat there it seems i dissociated even further. Suddenly i was still in the car with my friend and C. We were still driving around backroads at 1 in the morning smoking pot. It was so real it was like i was THERE. It was almost like i was having a dream while i was AWAKE.
I'm not sure how long this went on, i just remember finally as i started to "wake up" from this dream and realized i was staring at a turned-off televison set profusly drooling on my shirt and sweating a chilling cold sweat. And also i heard this thundering sound that seemed alient to me. It was only with intense effort and concentration that i realized this sound was my own heart. At that point i panniced. I woke my mom up so i could tell her "in case i die please tell my little brother i love him tell my sister i love her, tell dad i love him" i really thought i was going to die. She kept asking me "what's wrong what's wrong" "what did you take?" But i allready regretted even waking her up at that point so i pretty much clammed up.
The rest of the night was pretty much me being feverishly ill trying to fall asleep. Even the next two days i felt light headed and weak in the knees.
Now almost a full year later i've still never done anything to make me feel like THAT! What do you think the joint was laced with? If i had to guess judging by how i felt it was either PCP or Crack...and i don't think Crack would have lasted that long OR been that unpleasent.
I just now remembered an experience i had the third time i ever smoked pot, about a year ago to this day exactly. My old friend from grade school and i were over at his old friend "C"'s house. I had smoked pot twice before that particular day, and at that time pot still rocked my world.
Anyway someone came over to C's house with a QP to drop it off, so i knew that meant i would be getting stoned
But this person also had a joint that was pre-rolled that he said was laced. Curious as i was i asked him what was laced into it, and all he would tell me was drugs. I asked him "seriously though, what drugs" he just sorta grins and says "good drugs." He offered to sell me it for 10 bucks, and being an unexperienced as i was, and i admit wanting to show off a bit, i jumped at the chance.Anyway me, my buddy and C drove around all night getting stoned. I enjoyed munchies, annoyingly laughing and all the other usual potfun that was still new to me at this time. And then i remembered the joint C's guy sold to me (cuz we were out of 8th that me and my best friend threw down for. I lit it up and took a big hit, and it tasted NASTY. Granted back then i hadn't aquired the taste of pot yet, so i thought it all tasted like ass then (even though now i love the smell and taste), but i could tell a MAJOR difference it was like terrible chemicals, the smoke made me choke. I passed it to my friend and he hit it, and then passes it to C who refused it strangly enough...
Anyway me and Friend finish the joint, and i am feeling STONED. I asked to please be dropped off at my car. The more time went on, the worse i started to feel. I was by no means an experienced drug user at this time, but i knew what i was feeling was somehow very different from marijuana. It felt like i was slowly seperating from myself, and in my mind's eye i could see my very soul leaving my body and being swallowed by the endless volumes of outer space. Then next thing i knew an annoyed C was in my face reminding me that we had reached my car. His voice wasn't quiet exactly but it sounded like i was hearing him talk from a million miles away.
So i got out of the car, and standing up i realized i couldn't really feel anything. My friend who shared the joint with me said he wasn't feeling so good so he was just gonna go back and crash at C's house. He looked pale as hell, and he told me i did too. They asked if i was "ok to drive" and after an eternity of hesitation "probably just 30 seconds or so" i told them i was. Walking back to my car felt VERY akward. I couldn't tell when my feet were actually connecting with the ground, so i was vicously wobbling as i walked as if i was a zombie from a Night of the living dead movie. My brain felt like slow-moving sludge. I got in my car and sat down in the seat and closed the door. And continued to sit there in the parking lot of the grocery store i work at (this is where we left my car while we rode around in C's car to smoke an 8th lol) Finally i drilled myself enough to start up the car. I took a deep breath and pulled out of the parking space.
This was insanly moronic i know, but oh well, i didn't die or kill anyone else and this story is a year old so oh well. As i drove home i was probably doing about 5mph down Main Street, but it was ok because it was around 2 in the morning. I felt utterly messed up and it was just coming on stronger. I began to debate pulling over so i could just sit and not have to work the pedal or turn the wheel. Doing anything besides sit and stare into space was beggining to feel beyond me. But i made it the trip to my house from there is only 5 mins in a no-traffic situation. I sat in my car in my driveway for a good 30 - 45 mins before i got out and stumble-walked up to my front door. My hands were shaking vicously so it was quite hard to get the door to unlock. Finally i went in and collapsed on a couch. I stared at the TV screen, then at the remote 2 feet away from me. I just couldn't get up to pick it up. Here is where it gets bizzare.
As i sat there it seems i dissociated even further. Suddenly i was still in the car with my friend and C. We were still driving around backroads at 1 in the morning smoking pot. It was so real it was like i was THERE. It was almost like i was having a dream while i was AWAKE.
I'm not sure how long this went on, i just remember finally as i started to "wake up" from this dream and realized i was staring at a turned-off televison set profusly drooling on my shirt and sweating a chilling cold sweat. And also i heard this thundering sound that seemed alient to me. It was only with intense effort and concentration that i realized this sound was my own heart. At that point i panniced. I woke my mom up so i could tell her "in case i die please tell my little brother i love him tell my sister i love her, tell dad i love him" i really thought i was going to die. She kept asking me "what's wrong what's wrong" "what did you take?" But i allready regretted even waking her up at that point so i pretty much clammed up.
The rest of the night was pretty much me being feverishly ill trying to fall asleep. Even the next two days i felt light headed and weak in the knees.
Now almost a full year later i've still never done anything to make me feel like THAT! What do you think the joint was laced with? If i had to guess judging by how i felt it was either PCP or Crack...and i don't think Crack would have lasted that long OR been that unpleasent.
