Back in the latter part of 08-09, I got in a little jam. I’ll sum that up to sheer stupidity on my part. After a few trips to the courthouse and some more stubbornness with alcohol, I’ve decided to go for treatment.
I wound up in this place that conducted regular random urinalysis all the time. After seeing people there get kicked out for failing these tests, we all decided it’s not going to happen here.
No way around it. Anyway, one night I went out back for a cigarette, and it was just this other kid and I. He was smoking a cigarette. He just happened to ask if I smoked weed. So after answering honestly, he passed the cigarette my way. He said the effects were just like weed.
He was right, but it’s odd because after having that I didn’t have an adverse reaction. Fast forward a couple of months; it was before graduation. My friend and I decided, we were going back upstairs and relaxed.
It was Sunday afternoon, and the building was mostly vacant as a lot of the residents were out with family or just out of the building altogether. Feeling a little hazy, I go to my locker and grab the bag of Mr. Nice Guy.
I’m not sure why I was in that mood I was in, and instead of grabbing the plant material I went straight for those crystals on the bottom of the bag. Big mistake!! The crystals contain the most of the chemicals that are in this crap.
I hollowed out about a half inch of a cigarette and put the crystals in, seal the end and proceed downstairs. Not too many people around and after scanning for one of the many snitches, I fired it up. Now more people came out, and that’s when it happened.
I started to feel like I’m going to faint. Next thing I know, I’m on the ground. A friend of mine stayed with me until the houseman came. By this time the ambulance arrives.
The paramedic asked me what happened. I wasn’t honest of course. Wrote it off as stress related and they were suspicious nonetheless. I’m being stared down by the Houseman as if saying wtf are you on?
I get to the hospital and am checked in. The doctor came in and said I almost died because I almost stopped breathing. There were other times as well, but this one is the most relevant.
Look, I’m not trying to tell you what to do or how to live your life. Honestly, if you want one to live, don’t do this. Your life is more important than trying to catch a buzz due to not having real weed or are unable to smoke. I hope this helps someone out there planning on trying it. Don’t.
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