Well, here is my story, and its not a pretty one.
I was 17 years old when I first started smoking spice.
I had been into drugs for a while at that point. I was 14 years old when I started to smoke pot and do pills.
I ended up trying acid a few times and had shrooms, but nothing compared to the severity and intensity of spice.
Anyways, I first started smoking it one night after a long grueling day at work. I was talking to a co-worker about how I needed something, and I cant smoke bud cause I’m on probation. I asked if he knew of spice, and he was all for it.
So we went and got a bag of some stuff and went to his house to smoke it.
It was like shwag K2 but a pretty decent high that didn’t last long at all.
That was it, I was hooked.
I wanted some stronger stuff, so I got a “stronger” kind of stuff called 8:40 and my first night smoking it, my heart started racing.
I was having a complete and utter panic attack on my front porch. I thought I was going to drop right then and there.
I went inside and calmed myself down and ended up making it through it.
It was scary, but I didn’t want to stop because I was so high, and figured if I just lightened how much I smoked it wouldn’t be as bad.
After a week of smoking, I started to hang out with this girl that was doing it, we were sitting on her couch BSing, just sparked a K2 blunt, and I had an hour or so to go back to work.
As we are sitting there, smoking this stuff, I started to fade in and out of consciousness and I started to ask her what was going on. She said she didn’t know, and I was scaring her.
Next thing I know, I’m waking up right before my work shift with her still sitting there next to me.
This experience still didn’t stop me.
I started blacking out all the time, woke up to my step dad honking his horn at me, and my mom knocking on my car window.
Then I started to puke, I starting puking green bile looking stuff, not your normal food throw up.
Then the catastrophic meltdown happened.
I started reading into religion and ended up convincing myself that I was a part of the Bible, granted I wasn’t religious up until this point.
I had woken my sister up one night, cause I was getting interested in space, space-time continuum, and basically thought the world was coming to an end and I had to stop it.
So basically I ran away and went to my friends house, where they were terrified of me ’cause I was tripping balls. I ended up in the hospital so they could treat me and monitor me.
I still have trouble remembering stuff.
I feel disconnected from other people, and I have trouble pulling together sentences without speaking really slow, kind of like Alzheimer’s.
I like to distance myself now, and try to stay quiet in crowds or with people, when before I was outgoing and wanted to have a good time.
I know these are side affects from the K2, and I’m not sure if they will ever go away.
It definitely affects the way I bond with people, and how my relationships are. It’s almost like a living hell.
My advice to others is stay away from it, and go to school, keep your nose clean, and do something to make a difference.
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