It’s basically the same thing, except spice has a different high. Both are basically suppose to mimic a high.
Deathgrip, Dreamchaser, Mr Nice Guy, Scooby Snax, IBlown.
I’ve tried them all.
It’s all the same thing, that small 15 to 30 minute out of this world feeling.
It made me either laugh, trip out, or enhanced whatever I was doing at the time. Which was usually either hanging out with other spice users, which at the time I called them my “Friends” “Girlfriend” “Homie”.
I had a wide variety of friends I would smoke with.
Basically, anybody, because I was that type of guy who just liked to have fun, trip out laugh, whether it was in the country, the streets, at parties or in my own house playing the video game. Honestly that was my favorite of them all.
As for me, though, it all went downhill after a couple of years.
To me, it was all fun and games, enjoying the high, the social life, and in and out of relationships that revolved around spice.
I was harming my family, destroying my image, because I’m sure even though I thought it was cool to party, trip out on video games, and hang out in the streets – everyone around me saw me as a addict.
I stole money from my family daily to fund my addiction. I ended up having some pretty harsh trips that sent me into rehab.
Also of course the withdrawal symptoms kicked in.
- Couldn’t eat or even drink any type of fluid including water. It would come up not even a hour later.
- Long sleepless nights, waiting for either my “Dude” to wake up if you know what I mean or either the shop to open.
It was destroying my life.
At the breaking point, I was vomiting green fluids and becoming overweight because of my eating habit when I was high.
As my family described it, life was hell.
They loved me so much and hated seeing what I was going through.
Finally one day, in rehab a women told me, “you have visited us 4 times this year. When are you going to stop hurting yourself and your family?”.
I’ve heard it a million times.
That time, though, something clicked in my heart. After she said that, I went into the bathroom vomited and looked down and that time it was my own blood.
I knew I was running out of time.
I finished my time in rehab and went through withdrawals. I said my prayers and asked for strength.
Prayer does work.
It’s been almost 2 years now, and I won’t say life is perfect but it is better.
My family eventually started trusting me. I went to the doctor and my lungs are normal, but i’ve dispensed myself on what I eat and drink.
I have a lot of memory problems and also still remember some of my highs the good and bad ones.
I do understand, though, that spice and/or synthetic marijuana is a horrible drug.
It can kill you and eventually will. It has chemicals in it that will harm you.
I’m writing this to whoever is using, for whatever reason.
You can overcome it. I’ve overcome it.
It’s not worth the loss of family, a loved one or yourself.