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Bluelighter
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When I was a sophomore (Not gonna say when that was) I decided it would be a good idea to take dabs from a gram of wax I had just bought in a bathroom in the band room at my school. I was not very experienced with weed at all, having only done edibles once before, but I figured that since I was so experienced with psychs weed would be nothing. Wrong. Thank God I was a band kid, cause we had these practice rooms in the band room. I took 2 massive dabs during lunch and walked outside to go talk to people, but within minutes I knew I got a little too high. Almost as soon as I inhaled, everything really slowed down, but at that point I still thought I was ok. Fast forward about 5 minutes or so. I'm talking to some other crackheads about God knows what when I start to feel noxious. I practically ran back into a practice room and that's where the details get kind of fuzzy. I'm pretty sure I blacked out eventually but all I remember was everything spinning and having to hear this one dude angrily mumble to himself about how the bathroom smelled kinda funky. Then I heard someone walking down the hallway outside of the practice room. They were heavy, slow footsteps, and it wasn't just one person either. Whoever they were had deep voices and were talking about something involving a practice room and someone being inside of it. I, still too high to stand or even sit up, knew that I was screwed if it was security or the band director, and I was very confident it was them. I had to wait as time slowed down for them to open the door. There was no way someone could walk into that hallway and not notice the smell of weed, so the only reason they could have been there was for me. I braced myself as the door was forcefully opened, swinging into my thigh because my zooted ass was laying horizontal to it. That's when I heard the people outside laughing. Relief washed over me when I realized it was just some friends who apparently knew I was planning on getting stoned on this particular day and were coming to check on me. They probably thought I was having a great time, but they couldn't be much more wrong. They called to me and asked what I was doing while holding back laughter, and I had to do my best to sound sober, which didn't work. I was happy when they finally left, but immediately felt more alone than I'd ever been in my life. All I could think about was food, not only because I was hella hungry but because I felt like I was dying. Throughout the experience I had to convince myself I had not OD'd on fent, but my crazy heart rate, paranoia, and headache scared the shit out of me, and I knew kids at school who had smoked wax with fent in it (but I trusted my plug). In total I spent nearly 2 hours in the dark, cold room alone, missing 4th period but I somehow got to fifth period and managed to not get caught. Not very eventful but boy is it a fucking crazy story to tell in detail. I'm missing some details and it really is funny and something my friends still joke about. Moral of the story: don't think that just cause you can keep your shit together on five grams of shrooms you're invincible. I had many good experiences on a variety of psychedelics in class but I have yet to finish that gram of wax...
When I was a sophomore (Not gonna say when that was) I decided it would be a good idea to take dabs from a gram of wax I had just bought in a bathroom in the band room at my school. I was not very experienced with weed at all, having only done edibles once before, but I figured that since I was so experienced with psychs weed would be nothing. Wrong. Thank God I was a band kid, cause we had these practice rooms in the band room. I took 2 massive dabs during lunch and walked outside to go talk to people, but within minutes I knew I got a little too high. Almost as soon as I inhaled, everything really slowed down, but at that point I still thought I was ok. Fast forward about 5 minutes or so. I'm talking to some other crackheads about God knows what when I start to feel noxious. I practically ran back into a practice room and that's where the details get kind of fuzzy. I'm pretty sure I blacked out eventually but all I remember was everything spinning and having to hear this one dude angrily mumble to himself about how the bathroom smelled kinda funky. Then I heard someone walking down the hallway outside of the practice room. They were heavy, slow footsteps, and it wasn't just one person either. Whoever they were had deep voices and were talking about something involving a practice room and someone being inside of it. I, still too high to stand or even sit up, knew that I was screwed if it was security or the band director, and I was very confident it was them. I had to wait as time slowed down for them to open the door. There was no way someone could walk into that hallway and not notice the smell of weed, so the only reason they could have been there was for me. I braced myself as the door was forcefully opened, swinging into my thigh because my zooted ass was laying horizontal to it. That's when I heard the people outside laughing. Relief washed over me when I realized it was just some friends who apparently knew I was planning on getting stoned on this particular day and were coming to check on me. They probably thought I was having a great time, but they couldn't be much more wrong. They called to me and asked what I was doing while holding back laughter, and I had to do my best to sound sober, which didn't work. I was happy when they finally left, but immediately felt more alone than I'd ever been in my life. All I could think about was food, not only because I was hella hungry but because I felt like I was dying. Throughout the experience I had to convince myself I had not OD'd on fent, but my crazy heart rate, paranoia, and headache scared the shit out of me, and I knew kids at school who had smoked wax with fent in it (but I trusted my plug). In total I spent nearly 2 hours in the dark, cold room alone, missing 4th period but I somehow got to fifth period and managed to not get caught. Not very eventful but boy is it a fucking crazy story to tell in detail. I'm missing some details and it really is funny and something my friends still joke about. Moral of the story: don't think that just cause you can keep your shit together on five grams of shrooms you're invincible. I had many good experiences on a variety of psychedelics in class but I have yet to finish that gram of wax...