My story is probably a little shorter compared to some of these other ones, but my experience with synthetic marijuana was bad.
It was only the second time smoking fake weed when I had the bad trip.
I also am an experienced [real] cannabis smoker for about a year.
I was smoking the fake weed it called “tunechi”, and we rolled it – but surprisingly it wasn’t even tightly packed.
We rolled it in a swisher sweet and then my friend (we will just call him D) hit it and then I took a small hit because I heard of how high you can get, then i pass it forward, then they said, “aye take another one”.
After they asked me if I felt it hitting me, I responded no.
After that I took a slightly smaller hit.
Note that this was my first time.
So it’s about 3:00 pm, about 20 minutes after I got out of school.
Then I felt it hitting me.
At first I was a little nervous, because I didn’t want to get so high I start freaking out, but then I just felt calm.
We started laughing, because I started to make like mumbles then my laughing started to sound funny, and we were all having a ‘good time’.
So after that I walked with my friend K to his house, then I remembered that I had to go home so my parents weren’t worried [[[*note that its about 4:30pm; I usually come home right after school*]]], to drop off my book bag, change my clothes, and leave to go back to his house.
I picked up K and went back to D’s house.
After that I arrive at around 5-6. after hanging out for a lil while we still had some tunechi left so then we went back into the car to smoke it, same thing, rolled it, not to packed, and passed it.
***its about 6;30 and it started to get dark out***
At this point, I thought to myself that I felt comfortable with this drug. So I unwisely took about 5 hits and held them all in.
I felt it starting to kick in, in about 5-7 minutes.
I got really paranoid and didn’t wanna be more high then I am now.
I exited the car, because it was starting to create a hot box and i didn’t want to inhale any more smoke.
So I sat outside the car til they were done.
Then I started having a minor psychotic episodes.
I started to have very weird altered perceptions of the world such as why religions are here, whether I’m a test subject to show kids how much of a f*ck up you are, and then started to think about God and that He’s giving me a sign to stop this.
Then they got out the car when they were finished with the blunt.
I kept telling them it felt like I was on crack, and they just kept laughing because i was tripping badly.
They kept asking if I was ok, and I kept saying no.
It’s about 6:50pm and they wanted me to go back in the car with them to help calm me down.
My altered perceptions are still happening at this point, and I just kept remembering I had to be home at 10:00pm or my parents will start to look for me and that would bad.
After that, we went to the store where I started to calm down and the high was coming down.
We then went back to D’s house, I then stayed there, but then walked K home and went back to my house.
Moral of the story is that spice seemed like an inviting drug… to a fucking hell house!
It’s bad and when sober thinking about it makes me cringe.
K continues to do it (it’s been about 6 days after the incident: 10-18-15)
DONT DO SPICE!!!!! IT FUCKS YOU UP!!!
I SUGGEST STICKING WITH REAL WEED!!!