I dated a guy that was addicted to spice for a year and a half. The other day I decided to try it with him. Everyone I know besides him has said how horrible the high his. They all say they feel like they were on fire, and dying. My boyfriend even told me how terrible it is.
He tried keeping me from doing it because he didn’t want me to be like him. Depending on it to be happy, I took three hits. I got the most intense body high I have ever gotten. It was amazing. For me, it was like smoking the world’s most potent weed. I loved the high.
My boyfriend, however, was getting so high he was nodding off. I guess falling asleep? His head would fall and his mouth wide open, he would drop the blunt and lighter on the ground, sometimes knocking stuff over because he is passing out (he always does it in his tiny RV bathroom) when he comes out of the bathroom, he will be so baked he can barely talk, and hardly sits down.
It’s heartbreaking to see. I have no craving to do it again. Maybe it’s because I’ve seen him ruin his life on it. What this drug does to him is horrible. He refused to go do anything with me/for me, but the second his drug dealer needs a ride somewhere he’s put the door faster than you can say “spice.”
I’ve been him sober. I’m glad this drug didn’t take over me because it is entirely heartbreaking to see what it does to him. It turns a smart, fantastic man into a lying one. I’ve watched him trade everything he owns for a 20 sack. I’ve watched him put his freedom on the line to drive dealers around just to get blunt.
This man when sober doesn’t take shit from anybody, but when he’s getting high we allows his dealers to treat him like a little guinea pig. Doing whatever they say exactly when they say it. It’s heartbreaking.