SuisseSmoker
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- Jan 29, 2008
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I was able to acquire a good three grams of premium white widow cannabis. It was a Saturday and I decided I wanted to get fucked up, so I figured I'd try a firecracker. Still new to drugs in general I wasn't sure how much to put in, so I eyeballed a bit, than added a little more for flavor! I baked and ate roughly 2 grams. Waiting around for about ten minutes I was feeling a bit perturbed at seemingly wasting weed. So I hotboxed a joint and proceeded to eat lunch with my mother.
I had just finished my sandwich when everything started zooming outward. I felt completely numb and couldn't think straight. Mumbling something about not feeling well I ran to my room, put on some tunes, turned the lights out and laid down on my bed. About ten minutes of trying to figure what was going I felt my entire body begin to spasm. I could barely move and everything was spinning. I closed my eyes and began to see purple skulls leering at me from an eternally dark and empty space. That was when I began to freak the fuck out. I had never experienced anything more than getting a bit too high at this point.
Telling myself it was all a drug trip and it would be over soon I cracked the joints in my wrist (A slight tick that I have when I'm nervous). The crack sounded like breaking glass and I left my hand go warm. I thought I had broken my wrist, but I was too afraid to open my eyes to see what had happened. My mouth was dry and my tongue was spasming as if it had a mind of its own and I had almost swallowed the damn thing.
Sirens continually passed by, I live on the directest route to the hospital, and I assumed my parents had walked in on me freaking out on me and called an ambulance. I began to become really depressed and apathetic, not caring if I lived or died and even coming to the point where I pissed myself and didn't give a fuck.
I blacked out for a good four hours and came to still in my bed. I got up, puked in my trashcan and tried cheering myself up by watching funny shit on the internet. I occasionally saw flickers of purple in the corner of my eyes for the next three hours or so, but otherwise was fine: besides having a bed full of piss and one of those wire mesh trash cans full of puke.
In retrospect I did learn a bit about myself. It's hard to explain, but I feel as if i am more in touch with my feelings and much more self aware than I was. I also learned that there is no way in hell that I'm trying any hallucinative drug. That shit freaked me out, well maybe Salvia, but that's a future story.
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I had just finished my sandwich when everything started zooming outward. I felt completely numb and couldn't think straight. Mumbling something about not feeling well I ran to my room, put on some tunes, turned the lights out and laid down on my bed. About ten minutes of trying to figure what was going I felt my entire body begin to spasm. I could barely move and everything was spinning. I closed my eyes and began to see purple skulls leering at me from an eternally dark and empty space. That was when I began to freak the fuck out. I had never experienced anything more than getting a bit too high at this point.
Telling myself it was all a drug trip and it would be over soon I cracked the joints in my wrist (A slight tick that I have when I'm nervous). The crack sounded like breaking glass and I left my hand go warm. I thought I had broken my wrist, but I was too afraid to open my eyes to see what had happened. My mouth was dry and my tongue was spasming as if it had a mind of its own and I had almost swallowed the damn thing.
Sirens continually passed by, I live on the directest route to the hospital, and I assumed my parents had walked in on me freaking out on me and called an ambulance. I began to become really depressed and apathetic, not caring if I lived or died and even coming to the point where I pissed myself and didn't give a fuck.
I blacked out for a good four hours and came to still in my bed. I got up, puked in my trashcan and tried cheering myself up by watching funny shit on the internet. I occasionally saw flickers of purple in the corner of my eyes for the next three hours or so, but otherwise was fine: besides having a bed full of piss and one of those wire mesh trash cans full of puke.
In retrospect I did learn a bit about myself. It's hard to explain, but I feel as if i am more in touch with my feelings and much more self aware than I was. I also learned that there is no way in hell that I'm trying any hallucinative drug. That shit freaked me out, well maybe Salvia, but that's a future story.
substancecode_Marijuana
substancecode_Cannabis
categorycode_recreational
categorycode_solo
categorycode_indoors
categorycode_highdose
categorycode_powerful
categorycode_difficult
explevel_inexperienced
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