Ok so some background about myself and drugs...Sorry I hope punctuation isnt important....
my name is John and im 20 years old 160lbs and almost 6ft nothing to special....when it comes to weed i would like to think i know everything but i know i only know what someone else could know for i didnt discover anything new....but i started smoking weed at 11yo and picked up on it regularly around 15....
up to 15 i could only smoke what i could manage to snag from my step moms stash and she was always broke and i split it with my friend as he was the one who explained what that grass was really for....when i hit highschool thats when things changed drastically i would be high everyday all the time i always
loved it i spent most days with a group of 4 friends including myself trying to scavenge money for weed...when i got a job at 18 thats when the highlights
of my hobby started forming imagine 5 blunts hot boxing a car that was sealed with duct tape im...or a pyramid of 2oz of weed *puff* gone not between alot of people either just us 4 maybe occasionally a couple more people..6ft bong (bought) 10ft bong (made)......and i would enjoy reading about weed watching media about weed both good and bad...and impaticular i would read about bad trips....i would always laugh at them...i dont know...it was like some amateur just freaking out about being stoned *good one...cop call 911 and thinks he is dying look it up on youtube its classic*
now for the spice/k2...i moved to california to go to college which worked out cause most of my family lived there....i met some 16-17yo kids in highschool on the street one day asking me to buy them spice....i had no idea what it was but at the time i was 19 so i figured minors couldnt get it so i took the bait and went to the front counter and asked for it and got i maybe all in all 15g (they were in seperate packs of like 5s and 3s hard to remember but i
had 4 of em) so i got them to explain to me its alot like weed...and so i was interested....we walk off somewhere discreet to smoke and end up smoking
all but one pack which i traded for real weed from one of them (freaking kids >.>..spice AND weed) i wasnt impressed by it and only got high for maybe
10-20 mins and went back down to normal nothing special i was a bit disappointed (its worth to note one of the kids was curled into a ball and didnt
want to move or talk or anything he said he had a bad headache and really didnt like it..i figured he just couldnt handle it cause i felt fine..next day i saw them again he quit smoking all-in-all cigs weed...afterwards i read alot about spice to learn it to know what im putting in my body...most statements i
read like *stronger then mary jane* i was really against....spice was a knock off when you are afraid to get piss tested to me....
now scrolling to current time 2 months ago. ill start typing better for the actual trip now cause all that crap was just some background (cause when i
read about a bad trip i hardly take 1% of them seriously the people always seem like amateurs who freaked out...the reason i give background is so you
the readers can understand this was something different or hell maybe not i dont know what a bad trip is for someone else..but thinking *im gonna die cause i havent felt my heartbeat in the last 5 mins* doesnt constitute a bad trip to me..the point is though i have smoked ALOT of weed...i had never had a bad trip or anything...once before i puked from coughing to much....so try to understand my mind set
side note i have made a theory of a condition called perma-high as you can tell it is based on myself and the fact i deviate from main topic alot even
not blazed
I ended up moving to NJ and settling down with a great paying job and a marriage. One weekend I decided I want to smoke, however I do not have any
connections and had not smoked for a long time because my wife never liked it anyway (we dated 2y and 6m). So I figure okay spice it is then. After
looking through tons of shops I found that it was not easy to find, but I was successful. I had landed "Head Trip" 1g for $15 (I picked it because the
looked awesome). Immediately I headed home to start rolling, I ended up with one joint with .5g in it and 2 with .25g. I figured I would start with the
bigger one and save the two smaller ones for later. I head outside to go smoke and my wife starts fighting with me over me wanting to go smoke, but I
was not going to listen to her reason and walked out anyway. When I made it to my selected spot and sat down I realized I did not want to be high while in this mood; I wouldn't be able to enjoy it fully. So I walk home and go back inside where my wife started to interrogate me as if I did smoke, in turn I
became more upset and went back outside to smoke a cigarette and she followed me out still freaking out thinking I was high. Well I recollect myself and explain her I didn't smoke and apologize for my part in the argument and we kiss-and-make-up. Headed back inside as I reach my front door it is locked
and neither my wife nor I had brought our keys and it is almost 9pm and the landlord with spares is unavailable. Great. After trying to get in with the
good old gift card I had given up and decided to smoke some of the frustrations away and I was still eyeing that .5g joint. Again I go for a walk this time my wife by my side and smoke a little over half the joint (I started to feel the high coming and I knew the rest would creep so I was content). Then it hit me how to get in so walking back I have a cigarette in one hand (unlit) and a lighter in the other and I can feel them slipping out of my hands, but
cannot really get my hands to get a firmer grip, I make it to the window and sit the cig and lighter down and try to push the window open of its rail; it
worked. Great. Now just to get a stick and slide the lock open. As I walk around looking for a good stiff stick I perceive myself walking in the 3rd person
(cool looks like I got better spice then ever before, this was on par with weed). By the time I got back to the window it was difficult to move and hold
my body up, I did not feel heavy, but more or less weak. I manage to get in the window regardless and even remembered my cig and lighter I was so
proud of myself. Now the high intensified drastically and I felt kind of sick so I layed down with my eyes closed for a bit going on an imaginary visual trip
in my head. This is where it gets bad (It is hard to express in words how this was, but here it goes), so I'm lying there and my little mind trip started to
go down hill and wasn't very pleasant and my legs were shaky; I decided to take a shower thinking it would help snap me into reality a little. I was wrong very very wrong. I ended up not being able to move much not that I felt weak anymore, but simply my body wouldn't move no matter how much I tried
to make it, I was standing in the corner of the shower leaning against the wall with my facing towards the corner staring down at my legs violently
shaking and not stopping and in my head I would drift from this miserable state to this psychofuckmess going on inside my head where there where...not really patterns, random, symmetrical, rapid, over whelming flashing of colors with static bass-y like sounds matching the same rhythm going on with the
mental images (it wasn't fast like just fast, it was the kind of fast where the flashing would put someone with epilepsy in a seizure) and a figure of just a head (no one in particular) chanting to me periodically "you have crossed the boundaries and will never return"... I went in and out of this for a bit and
then turned the shower off and just sat there with my knees in my chest with my arms crossed over them struggling in my head to not fall back into that crazy mental state. Nevertheless it kept happening, and then I started to feel sick and knew I was going to puke. I managed to pull myself together and open my eyes again to try and make it to the toilet, but what I saw was not simply the toilet, nor the bathroom it was all different (not that the objects had turned into spiders or anything, but instead of the toilet being some what of a standard shape it looked like a bowl on a stand and everything had a
strange saturation to it like a faded olive green for darker shade and vanilla like white for highlights) I couldn't make it and ended up puking in the tub. My wife had then heard me puking and rushed in there to see what was wrong. I was uncontrollably puking pretty badly while fading in and out of reality
back to that psychofuckmess. Any time I could hold onto my sanity long enough to tell my wife to not call 911 or anything (she was freaking out, inside
I was too) it would very soon be followed by more vomit. It was hard to see clearly, but I was able to identify pieces of pickles from hamburgers I had for lunch that day and blood...a lot of blood. Every time I puked this image would flash in my head, but not only like that it was like it was living like it had a presence it was a image of like a blood splatter and each time I hurled I felt this image as though it was a live-being constricting my heart/lung area as though it/I was expelling my very soul from my body. Of course this was just in between me drifting back from the psychofuckmess. eventually I
managed to gain enough control of my body to move it, I was covered in my own puke (1in. high in the tub...yeah no bull shit); my wife of course
supporting most of my weight and keeping me in balance took a rag and got most of it all off and led me to bed. For the most part most of the physical
aspects were gone aside from shaking mildly and puking once more, but the things in my head kept going on for a short while. At this time it was a tad bit after 11pm and I managed to pass out and it was over when I woke up, but I had a light body high the entire next day.
I feared that night and I still do it was the most horrifying experience ever (I have almost drowned as a child, gotten side-swiped on my door, fell off a 2
roof, had a slab of concrete weighing roughly 1 ton, by less then a foot, almost fall on me and co-worker.......but nothing compares to how close I felt to dying as that night)
after math well I still smoke...i follow a strict rule, 2 hits wait 10 mins and ill judge if i want another...hasnt happened since still worry a little bit sometimes though...
I did not type this up as a warning or whose dick is bigger story (after rereading I notice I hold myself in high regard comparatively to others) for some
reason I just had to share the story
I love weed and always will the only crappy thing about weed is that it just costs to much and is illegal. Spice can be not so nice.
thanks for reading
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my name is John and im 20 years old 160lbs and almost 6ft nothing to special....when it comes to weed i would like to think i know everything but i know i only know what someone else could know for i didnt discover anything new....but i started smoking weed at 11yo and picked up on it regularly around 15....
up to 15 i could only smoke what i could manage to snag from my step moms stash and she was always broke and i split it with my friend as he was the one who explained what that grass was really for....when i hit highschool thats when things changed drastically i would be high everyday all the time i always
loved it i spent most days with a group of 4 friends including myself trying to scavenge money for weed...when i got a job at 18 thats when the highlights
of my hobby started forming imagine 5 blunts hot boxing a car that was sealed with duct tape im...or a pyramid of 2oz of weed *puff* gone not between alot of people either just us 4 maybe occasionally a couple more people..6ft bong (bought) 10ft bong (made)......and i would enjoy reading about weed watching media about weed both good and bad...and impaticular i would read about bad trips....i would always laugh at them...i dont know...it was like some amateur just freaking out about being stoned *good one...cop call 911 and thinks he is dying look it up on youtube its classic*
now for the spice/k2...i moved to california to go to college which worked out cause most of my family lived there....i met some 16-17yo kids in highschool on the street one day asking me to buy them spice....i had no idea what it was but at the time i was 19 so i figured minors couldnt get it so i took the bait and went to the front counter and asked for it and got i maybe all in all 15g (they were in seperate packs of like 5s and 3s hard to remember but i
had 4 of em) so i got them to explain to me its alot like weed...and so i was interested....we walk off somewhere discreet to smoke and end up smoking
all but one pack which i traded for real weed from one of them (freaking kids >.>..spice AND weed) i wasnt impressed by it and only got high for maybe
10-20 mins and went back down to normal nothing special i was a bit disappointed (its worth to note one of the kids was curled into a ball and didnt
want to move or talk or anything he said he had a bad headache and really didnt like it..i figured he just couldnt handle it cause i felt fine..next day i saw them again he quit smoking all-in-all cigs weed...afterwards i read alot about spice to learn it to know what im putting in my body...most statements i
read like *stronger then mary jane* i was really against....spice was a knock off when you are afraid to get piss tested to me....
now scrolling to current time 2 months ago. ill start typing better for the actual trip now cause all that crap was just some background (cause when i
read about a bad trip i hardly take 1% of them seriously the people always seem like amateurs who freaked out...the reason i give background is so you
the readers can understand this was something different or hell maybe not i dont know what a bad trip is for someone else..but thinking *im gonna die cause i havent felt my heartbeat in the last 5 mins* doesnt constitute a bad trip to me..the point is though i have smoked ALOT of weed...i had never had a bad trip or anything...once before i puked from coughing to much....so try to understand my mind set
side note i have made a theory of a condition called perma-high as you can tell it is based on myself and the fact i deviate from main topic alot even
not blazed
I ended up moving to NJ and settling down with a great paying job and a marriage. One weekend I decided I want to smoke, however I do not have any
connections and had not smoked for a long time because my wife never liked it anyway (we dated 2y and 6m). So I figure okay spice it is then. After
looking through tons of shops I found that it was not easy to find, but I was successful. I had landed "Head Trip" 1g for $15 (I picked it because the
looked awesome). Immediately I headed home to start rolling, I ended up with one joint with .5g in it and 2 with .25g. I figured I would start with the
bigger one and save the two smaller ones for later. I head outside to go smoke and my wife starts fighting with me over me wanting to go smoke, but I
was not going to listen to her reason and walked out anyway. When I made it to my selected spot and sat down I realized I did not want to be high while in this mood; I wouldn't be able to enjoy it fully. So I walk home and go back inside where my wife started to interrogate me as if I did smoke, in turn I
became more upset and went back outside to smoke a cigarette and she followed me out still freaking out thinking I was high. Well I recollect myself and explain her I didn't smoke and apologize for my part in the argument and we kiss-and-make-up. Headed back inside as I reach my front door it is locked
and neither my wife nor I had brought our keys and it is almost 9pm and the landlord with spares is unavailable. Great. After trying to get in with the
good old gift card I had given up and decided to smoke some of the frustrations away and I was still eyeing that .5g joint. Again I go for a walk this time my wife by my side and smoke a little over half the joint (I started to feel the high coming and I knew the rest would creep so I was content). Then it hit me how to get in so walking back I have a cigarette in one hand (unlit) and a lighter in the other and I can feel them slipping out of my hands, but
cannot really get my hands to get a firmer grip, I make it to the window and sit the cig and lighter down and try to push the window open of its rail; it
worked. Great. Now just to get a stick and slide the lock open. As I walk around looking for a good stiff stick I perceive myself walking in the 3rd person
(cool looks like I got better spice then ever before, this was on par with weed). By the time I got back to the window it was difficult to move and hold
my body up, I did not feel heavy, but more or less weak. I manage to get in the window regardless and even remembered my cig and lighter I was so
proud of myself. Now the high intensified drastically and I felt kind of sick so I layed down with my eyes closed for a bit going on an imaginary visual trip
in my head. This is where it gets bad (It is hard to express in words how this was, but here it goes), so I'm lying there and my little mind trip started to
go down hill and wasn't very pleasant and my legs were shaky; I decided to take a shower thinking it would help snap me into reality a little. I was wrong very very wrong. I ended up not being able to move much not that I felt weak anymore, but simply my body wouldn't move no matter how much I tried
to make it, I was standing in the corner of the shower leaning against the wall with my facing towards the corner staring down at my legs violently
shaking and not stopping and in my head I would drift from this miserable state to this psychofuckmess going on inside my head where there where...not really patterns, random, symmetrical, rapid, over whelming flashing of colors with static bass-y like sounds matching the same rhythm going on with the
mental images (it wasn't fast like just fast, it was the kind of fast where the flashing would put someone with epilepsy in a seizure) and a figure of just a head (no one in particular) chanting to me periodically "you have crossed the boundaries and will never return"... I went in and out of this for a bit and
then turned the shower off and just sat there with my knees in my chest with my arms crossed over them struggling in my head to not fall back into that crazy mental state. Nevertheless it kept happening, and then I started to feel sick and knew I was going to puke. I managed to pull myself together and open my eyes again to try and make it to the toilet, but what I saw was not simply the toilet, nor the bathroom it was all different (not that the objects had turned into spiders or anything, but instead of the toilet being some what of a standard shape it looked like a bowl on a stand and everything had a
strange saturation to it like a faded olive green for darker shade and vanilla like white for highlights) I couldn't make it and ended up puking in the tub. My wife had then heard me puking and rushed in there to see what was wrong. I was uncontrollably puking pretty badly while fading in and out of reality
back to that psychofuckmess. Any time I could hold onto my sanity long enough to tell my wife to not call 911 or anything (she was freaking out, inside
I was too) it would very soon be followed by more vomit. It was hard to see clearly, but I was able to identify pieces of pickles from hamburgers I had for lunch that day and blood...a lot of blood. Every time I puked this image would flash in my head, but not only like that it was like it was living like it had a presence it was a image of like a blood splatter and each time I hurled I felt this image as though it was a live-being constricting my heart/lung area as though it/I was expelling my very soul from my body. Of course this was just in between me drifting back from the psychofuckmess. eventually I
managed to gain enough control of my body to move it, I was covered in my own puke (1in. high in the tub...yeah no bull shit); my wife of course
supporting most of my weight and keeping me in balance took a rag and got most of it all off and led me to bed. For the most part most of the physical
aspects were gone aside from shaking mildly and puking once more, but the things in my head kept going on for a short while. At this time it was a tad bit after 11pm and I managed to pass out and it was over when I woke up, but I had a light body high the entire next day.
I feared that night and I still do it was the most horrifying experience ever (I have almost drowned as a child, gotten side-swiped on my door, fell off a 2
roof, had a slab of concrete weighing roughly 1 ton, by less then a foot, almost fall on me and co-worker.......but nothing compares to how close I felt to dying as that night)
after math well I still smoke...i follow a strict rule, 2 hits wait 10 mins and ill judge if i want another...hasnt happened since still worry a little bit sometimes though...
I did not type this up as a warning or whose dick is bigger story (after rereading I notice I hold myself in high regard comparatively to others) for some
reason I just had to share the story
I love weed and always will the only crappy thing about weed is that it just costs to much and is illegal. Spice can be not so nice.
thanks for reading
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