I was 16 at that time.
I am now 18, this whole story takes happened within a 2 month span.
My friends and I always smoked weed together.
It was normal for us to go skate for about an hour, get high and skate some more.
Well I was caught by my manager who drug tested me and I failed.
However she said, in a few weeks I’ll order another test, if you pass you can keep the job, but for the time being I was suspended.
This sucked but hey, I needed money so I agreed.
A few days later my friend “Tom” said he heard of a drug just like weed, that doesn’t show up on a drug test.
What do I have to lose?
I remember the exact location it happened the first time; it was on a trail right next to a river.
Tom pulled out a bowl, we packed it and we started little “piece circle”.
I’m just thinking we just wasted 20 dollars.
The bowl made another circle I was about to take a similar hit to the first one I had, got it ready, realized I passed my lighter to another friend.
I asked him for my lighter back, but he didn’t understand what I said, not sure if he didn’t hear me or I was speaking gibberish.
This is when shit got bad! My vision looked like 2-D, the world was spinning, I was dying laughing.
This soon after turned into a panic.
Then I thought my friends were trying to harm me, not sure why so I tried running into the river.
Tom tackled me to the ground.
After I got up, everything seemed like a dream colors, seeing things, seeing demon like figures just flying around.
Then I would just replay in my mind Tom tackling me.
It just kept playing like a scratched DVD.
After I got most of my senses back, we decided to walk to the car.
That walk took forever. I was in a picture trip, like my brain was skipping frames.
Later on, when I was sober, I looked like a pale ghost.
I swore to myself I would never do it again.
About a week later my dumbass thought what can possibly happen and went round 2, then round 3, then round 4, and after that I stopped counting.
We were going through at least 2 and half bags a day for around 4 to 5 people! It became the norm.
I never tripped like I had for the first time.
Eventually I started having fucked up dreams, demons holding me to my bed, then I would wake up able to see and hear but I couldn’t move a muscle.
They just kept getting more and more intense.
The worse dream I’ve ever had was me and my friends were at the same location, we all took a hit and another friend (who was never with us at the time was there) took one hit and fell over! I tried to help him but as I tried, my vision went black and everyone was staring at me laughing.
A few days later I got a call from Tom saying the kid in the dreams, his heart stopped as he smoked alone in his bedroom.
He was revived by paramedics after his mom found him shaking on the floor! After that I have never seen the drug again and just typing this brings back horrible memories.
Modern day: All the names have been changed, but this story is true…
I am currently on my last year of high school and signing for the army!
The Kids whose heart stopped, is graduated and now is in the Army.
Tom is currently in a rehab school still for being caught with 2 bags of spice (will he ever learn).
I’m still currently haunted by those dreams now and then
but just remember for everyone going through addiction/withdrawals there is always hope.
Stay strong guys and good luck