So one night I hit my girl up I usually smoke with, and she scooped me up, and we drove to a smoking spot and chilled in her car.
But I’ve smoked before that just with a pipe, though.
So we started smoking. All was well; I was taking huge hits because I didn’t know what I was doing as I said. But after my second hit, I started feeling a lot more different than I usually do when I smoke.
I felt like I was a lion with its hair blowing in the wind. That sounds ridiculous, but I felt as if something was ripping my soul out of my body.
I started tripping out so bad; I kept shaking my legs over and over to try to get myself together, and at this point, she asked me “dude what you are doing?? Are you okay?” And I kept rubbing my legs nervously and paranoid “yes I’m okay”.
My head was shaking very aggressively because I couldn’t focus, and when I stared at one object, my head felt like it was coming off my shoulders.
So I said, “Hey it’s getting late can you drive me home?” And we started driving down the road, and I couldn’t focus on anything but the road and the yellow lines in the middle.
I felt like we were going so fast, like when you drive while it’s snowing the snowflakes are coming at you fast.
Long drive short, I puked in the car by how tripped up I was, got home my older sister chewed me out and lectured me while I was puking my head off.
I felt pity for myself, and there was a thing of bleach by her toilet, I wanted to stop tripping out so bad I thought of drinking the bleach.
But I got my shit together and kept hitting myself over and over. Long story short I got lucky it wasn’t that bad.
Don’t be stupid and don’t trust easily.