My story starts just like almost any other. I was on probation on FEB 16, and that allowed the state to take my marijuana away. Being unable to “get high”, I called a buddy and said hey man let me try some of that Yellow Giant Potpourri.
I went to friends, as I didn’t want to do it alone, we made a pipe out of foil, and we went to town. Instantly I felt Euphoria, the paranoia. Oh, my god! I’m going to die; you’re a fuck up, etc., etc., etc.
The time immediately slowed down; hours took ions to pass by, and that was the norm for about 2-3 months, 3-4 times a day… $15 a week turned into $15 a day.
Every time I smoked it, I would sit them until it was gone. If and when it was gone, or I didn’t pass out first I would pass out or sleep (it off) as they say and you never truly do unless you get to the 24-hour point.
Today has been seven days since I last touched the stuff, and I will not be going back. For me, spice changed me, enhanced my laziness although I am fortunate enough never to get sick from it but I craved it, and my stomach hurt so if that is any indication.