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Bluelighter
this is my christmas story. "karma is a bitch"
bought this synthetic cannabinoid, 5 grams because, oh, the uk government was gonna ban it's sale.
it is worse than awful. and worse. i'm not going into the specifics as you can get them from bluelight. let me just say that i had one of those bloody death experiences were you plead with the objects in the room to let you continue existing as the guy you thought you were
this friend of mine came over and, i can't comprehend why to be honest, he said he actually liked the bloody synthetic. well... i thought about giving him the whole lot, maybe exchange it for some real weed, but i had this bad feeling, a premonition, and i just gave him a bit.
then a few days after i made a rookie mistake. I mistook the labels when intoxicated... -like one of those bloody fools i like to laugh at when i read their trainwreck stories in Erowid.com- had a massive overdose, parachuting 300 milligrams (i thought i was consuming a different chemical for which that amount would be a low dose)
-aside from the horrible psichedelic like dying bad trip, gf fearing i had gone permanently insane- i went deaf for a whole day with horrible tinnitus
that was a week ago, and i'm fine now. i had forgotten about it. yesterday evening i was walking down the street when i saw my friend making a spliff with *real* weed. he offered me a puff, and after i had the second drag, he smiled at me saying "oh it has some dust"
-what do you mean? -i asked
-lol -he laughed, showing me the bag of weed with a white powder accumulated in one of the corners -"i had no where to put it, so i just kept it in the same bag you gave me the other day"
-the same bag...? -said i
-yes. the bag with the synthetic cannabinoid - he smiled
by then i was frozen. i was getting the same heart-racing anxiety i had when I had overdosed. shit. luckly it was much milder, but still
i had the sense to throw away the rest of the cannabinoid when i came back home, down the toilet (well, the plastic bag went to the rubbish bin) but kids, let this be the moral of the christmas story, a taoist moral: everything ripples, so be very careful with what you do. i'll never invest in something when i don't know what it is -just out of fear of losing an apparent oportunity-, that is, not knowing what the consequences could be.
the cannabinoid in question is am2233
bought this synthetic cannabinoid, 5 grams because, oh, the uk government was gonna ban it's sale.
it is worse than awful. and worse. i'm not going into the specifics as you can get them from bluelight. let me just say that i had one of those bloody death experiences were you plead with the objects in the room to let you continue existing as the guy you thought you were
this friend of mine came over and, i can't comprehend why to be honest, he said he actually liked the bloody synthetic. well... i thought about giving him the whole lot, maybe exchange it for some real weed, but i had this bad feeling, a premonition, and i just gave him a bit.
then a few days after i made a rookie mistake. I mistook the labels when intoxicated... -like one of those bloody fools i like to laugh at when i read their trainwreck stories in Erowid.com- had a massive overdose, parachuting 300 milligrams (i thought i was consuming a different chemical for which that amount would be a low dose)
-aside from the horrible psichedelic like dying bad trip, gf fearing i had gone permanently insane- i went deaf for a whole day with horrible tinnitus
that was a week ago, and i'm fine now. i had forgotten about it. yesterday evening i was walking down the street when i saw my friend making a spliff with *real* weed. he offered me a puff, and after i had the second drag, he smiled at me saying "oh it has some dust"
-what do you mean? -i asked
-lol -he laughed, showing me the bag of weed with a white powder accumulated in one of the corners -"i had no where to put it, so i just kept it in the same bag you gave me the other day"
-the same bag...? -said i
-yes. the bag with the synthetic cannabinoid - he smiled
by then i was frozen. i was getting the same heart-racing anxiety i had when I had overdosed. shit. luckly it was much milder, but still
i had the sense to throw away the rest of the cannabinoid when i came back home, down the toilet (well, the plastic bag went to the rubbish bin) but kids, let this be the moral of the christmas story, a taoist moral: everything ripples, so be very careful with what you do. i'll never invest in something when i don't know what it is -just out of fear of losing an apparent oportunity-, that is, not knowing what the consequences could be.
the cannabinoid in question is am2233

