In 2012 when I was 15, I smoked marijuana on a daily basis.
When my friend alex mentioned k2 (spice) I wasn’t really interested, but one day I decided to try a bag of spice from the convenience store. I paid 10$ for 2grams of some stuff called “three monkeys”.
The package made it look harmless, and despite the fact it said “not for human consumption“, they most definitely advertised it as a type of drug.
Alex and I took a ride to a park near the store, found a bench and sat down. When I opened the package, it all just looked like a bunch of parsley, small sticks and strange colored leaves. I packed my bowl and took my first hit, I was waiting for something trippy.
But as turns with the bowl went on it ended up feeling like just another weed high, so we kept smoking more. We figured what a deal, to spend 10$ at the store and get two grams of some stuff to get us high.
So as days went on, I began to tell my other friends about it, I said “hey man we can get high legally now!” Some weren’t interested, others were ready hop on the three monkey express.
That Friday night, when I tried it with my friend Matt and his girlfriend, I rolled up an extra fat blunt to make sure we’d all get pretty lit… And we did. After not even two rotations Matt and his girl said they were way too high and that they needed to go inside, making me a little paranoid.
Come to find out, the next day matt’s girl had a panic attack after I left and had a crazy trip! I felt bad, I thought maybe she’s just a lightweight, but that next day changed everything.
It was my first day of school, I woke up extra early to smoke a bowl of some spice to get high beforehand.. And that I did. I took one hit, looked in the mirror and said “mission get high, accomplished” and as I walked out of my bedroom, something hit me.
Everything went whack, I started tripping out, I didn’t know who my dad was, my heart was racing, he asked me what was wrong, “just tired” I told him. As I walked out I tried getting a hold of myself seeing as I was on my way to school!
But things only got worse. I walked to Matt’s so he could give me a ride, and when I approached his driveway there he was in plain sight just standing there. This terrified me because he was missing a tooth and he looked like a cardboard cutout, turns out he chipped his tooth off opening a Dutch. But it wasn’t settling.
I explained to him in the car that I was freaking out on some spice, and for the first time he looked genuinely worried about me. My heart was beating through my chest and then my legs started seizing. I didn’t want to scare Matt so I kept quiet until we got to school, I figured I’d walk it off.
I made it through the day, but it wasn’t for another six months did I gain my clarity back.
That trip had me so scared I vowed never to touch it again, ultimately leading to me giving up marijuana as well.
After I quit k2, every time I’d smoke marijuana I would have a similar trip to the one at school.
I had lost touch with reality and became a full on hypochondriac, thinking I was dying 24/7. I would have severe panic attacks, causing shortness of breath. I began questioning my existence, and life itself.
K2 had ruined my life, it de-humanized me.
I’m okay now but, don’t ever mess with that stuff, it’s the devils drug. I thought things no man should ever think during this time.