I was 16, got invited to go camping with my boyfriend who was older than me at the time. We were camping with his friends, I didn’t know anyone, and they were passing around a joint. It was K2, but I was told it was the weed.
I smoked weed a few times before that so I didn’t think it would be a big deal. I was doing wrong.
After two hits I felt it hard, I got so paranoid, I tried to walk back to the tent that was so close to the fire, but it took me 20 minutes. I couldn’t even stand.
When I finally got to my tent, I tried to call my brothers because I thought I was dying. It was horrible. I’ll never touch that again. I do smoke pot regularly now, but it’s been ten years since I tried K2.