I do not comprehend why I thought it was so fun.
The final time I did it was, and, is the reason I quit.
I was at a little get together, “kickback” or however people refer to that as these days.
My cousin’s friend had loaded me a bowl, and I proceeded to light it. Thoughts of how it should be and would be were on my mind as I inhaled.
At first, I was sitting there feeling pretty loopy and out of it. Typical, right? I kept swaying from side to side.
That’s when the effects that I was not anticipating happened.
“Where am I?!” I started screaming.
All of the people around, my “friends”, I was not able to recognize at all. Not even my own cousin.
I was terrified.
My cousin told me his name, who he was to me and tried calming me down, telling me I was okay.
“Angel, I don’t even remember my own name”, tears rolled down my face.
It felt like I had been pulled out of the reality I had always known.
Never did I expect to experience that, that is why I chose to never smoke spice again.