Remind me again why marijuana is still a schedule 1 drug while providing obvious medical and economical benefits yet spice isn’t and is still sold in stores of all places!?
Spice will consume you easier than any other drug you can imagine.
The simple fact that its sold in stores, or easily shipped to your door, is as good as your death certificate.
I first tried it several times, randomly, probably 2009 -2010. seemed just like weed, a little different, sometimes weaker, other times stronger. i had never bought my own or used daily.
In 2011 I met a lover, and he used it somewhat regularly. never seemed to get “f**ked up” on it.
so i smoked a little bit with him from time to time. eventually the high grew on me a bit, and was waaay cheaper than real weed. barely a few weeks after starting to buy it, it didnt even feel like weed. I started to notice how it affected me. Every time, increased heart rate, “stoned”, vision seems off, and cant think normally, makes u pretty dumb or cloudy minded, way more than weed.
Eventually it grew into a serious addiction. we each smoked around 3gs a day of really strong stuff at $20 a bag, so $40 every day +tax&gas.
At this point i had completely forsaken weed in lieu of this demon drug.
We smoked this amount daily for over 2 years…
i Spent thousands on it… we did everything we could to slow down, to save a few bucks. barely “helped”
Like every other addict on this, we regularly scraped the black out of pipes and picked up flecks out of rugs and carpets trying to get even a little more.
After only a few months of starting, i had a hallucination, almost similar to shrooms.
i took one hit a decent sized one, then tunnel vision, then i slowly leaned back into the side of the bed, and all went black. i was floating and bobbing up and down through a sunset sky of pink clouds and hot air balloons, possible some strange unrealistic things floating in the sky as well. suddenly snapped back into reality and was in shock. i couldn’t believe that just happened, and i kept smoking for a long time after that….
We knew we had to quit, but simply couldnt. and most people dont even know it can be addictive…
its when the psychosis and severe palpitations began that i knew it needed to stop NOW.
I swear i felt my heart stop beating a couple of times on this shit. It felt as if my heart stopped beating for a couple seconds, while building and swelling up with blood, followed by one single massive beat of the heart that is quite painful and followed up by a rapid heart beat… TERRIFYING…
I cried, hard, out of fear, out of depression, self-loathing, a feeling of failure, and hopelessness
How much longer until this claimed our lives?
A few months more of smoking after that traumatic experience, is when the psychosis hit, it was unreal, i first remember it happening to me, and i dont really remember it the way it happened.
I thought i was sleeping/dreaming and had been woken up, thats what it felt like. Supposedly, we were just smoking in bed, and suddenly i passed out, and began speaking irrelevant unintelligible things in a rude/loud tone. “Yes i did it already!…CHOPSTICKS!…
double.DOUBLE…CHOPSTICKS DOUBLE!” then snapped back into reality and realized what i had been saying.
The other way around was what really hit home for me… we were just sitting on the bed smoking
and again reminding you, at this point the sh*t really gets you f*cked up, on enough, but other than that only helps you feel “normal”.. so he hands me a sewing needle and like a AA battery, or a chopstick, or something really random. he passed them onto the bed one at a time slowly and carefully, and then looks at me and says “here..” ?? “so you can fix the remote..” remote? what remote? “THE REMOTE!! YOU KNOW!!! FOR THE SPACESHIP!!! BECAUSE THE MOON!!” my jaw dropped… i wanted to cry.. “WHAT!!?” ‘what are you talking about? are you listening to yourself?’
“NO SH!T! OF COURSE I KNOW WHAT IM SAYING—” followed by some unintelligible sentences and anger….
I was so determined to get off of this hell spawned drug, i talked to a friend, and told them everything… and said we cant do this alone, the drug has a mind of its own and i dont even feel like im talking to him anymore…. im in denial myself, and feel lucky that i can still realize that..
She made me flush whatever i had left in front of her.
Good God, it felt soo good to just flush that and know im on the path to recovery. after that we went to the drugstore and got sleeping pills, anti-nausea, and valerian root. Made the withdraws so much easier. I wanted it gone soo much that the withdraws did not seem that bad to me, but i was also used to fiending for it for 9 hours a day while at work. He had no job, and had 24/7 to smoke it. Needless to say we had to send him to a relatives house that could care for him for a week.
He went through hell to get off of the sh!t. no food the whole time, barely water, constant sweats, body tremors, and vomiting at LEAST every 15 minutes. It really can seem so much easier to just kill yourself than to go through the withdrawl. Obviously dont, its not worth it you will get better.
After we kicked it for good, life was great, amazing, and better than it had been, probably ever in my life. close to 2 years later, we smoked some weed out of a pipe that had some of the resin still in it without thinking about it. could even taste it in it. barely phased me, though it did bring back all of the horrible memories. It was enough to get him hooked again.
I already see the denial happening again, hes already hiding it, angry, violent, and irritable, and its been less than 1 week since we used that pipe. and once he picked it up, he stopped smoking the weed out of the pipe, and only began smoking the resin, and now im sure hes bought a bag behind my back already. We did together before, now hes on his own, and he bought that knowing how i feel about it, and ive said many times, you bring this in my house again, it will be the last thing you bring in my house.
Now he has a life, a job, and is close with our friends again. and with how addicted he must already be from that tiny tiny bit of resin, (enough to buy it and hide it, and lie about it, and yell and get in my face trying to defend his lies) He is definitely going to have to withdrawl again, and if i dont see that withdrawl, however small it may be, it will be the biggest regret of his life…
I dont know what to do right now. but i do know that spice is evil, that i will not tolerate it in my life, and that it has already caused so much damage to our lives, that i should contribute to these stories here. If you have smoked this sh!t… may God have mercy on your soul….
Im not even religious, but im praying for him, and for everyone reading this…..