Well, it was like 2009 or 2010, I can’t really remember. But anyway, I was with some friends, and we went to our buddy’s house to smoke some weed.
We get there, and there were already a few blunts rolled up, and we started smoking. It wasn’t until all 3 blunts were gone did I realize I wasn’t smoking shitty ass weed, but I was actually smoking this shit called “zombie matter.”
Everything felt fine for about 10-15 minutes until we were walking up the road, and I started seeing my vision multiply and go to the right. I don’t know how else to explain it.
But then shit started feeling real fucked up. I felt like my tendons were all getting pulled towards my heart. And then they started ripping through my body tearing through my muscles and organs and everything.
I even felt my dick getting cut in half. I told my buddies what was going on, and they all were experiencing similar things. Not precisely what I was feeling but none the less fucked up shit.
So, we’re still walking at this point, and we finally make it to my buddy’s house, and we decided to go swimming. This whole time I’m feeling my heart explode and my body being torn to shreds.
We get out of the pool, and I dried off, and the towel felt like it was taking my skin off the muscle and bone. Then I laid down on my buddies couch thinking if I just go to sleep, maybe this shit will end.
It didn’t…I felt my neck getting cut and blood running down my chest and arm. I immediately went home after that, thinking I’ll be safe at home.
I was only 13 at the time, I believe. But anyway, this horrible ass trip lasted 16 hours, and to this day, if I smoke weed, I feel similar shit as I did 11 years ago. I ate a gummy about 2 months ago, and it was only half, and it was great in the beginning.
I almost felt drunk stumbling and shit laughing hysterically about shit that wasn’t even funny, and then it hit me. My whole body is pulsing toward my heart.
K2 or whatever has ruined me as far as marijuana and or any other psychedelic drug is concerned. I’m too scared to try shrooms or acid, or at least I was too afraid, I have no interest in drugs now.
But it would’ve been nice to at least try them growing up, and now that weed is legal, it would be nice to smoke again.
If anybody else has had a similar experience let me know I’d love to talk to you about it. I’ve only ever met one person like me who never recovered from what K2 has done to me.