This experience to me was terrifying despite the fact it was my first time. So one day I minded my own business calling my dealer, and they all kept saying they were out (dry).
I was desperate to get my hand on weed and get high as hell. I had then gone to my homeboy house were out of nowhere I spotted a thin rolled half-smoked J.
Well my dumbass thought it was a sign of God telling me “there is some free weed.” Man, I told my homeboy about it and took off to smoke in somewhat a small forest with the bumpy and crappy landscape.
Once we got there, my friend called out sparks, so he lit that shit up. We wanted to get high if so we hold our shit long and took big hits.
After four hits my homeboy passed me the roach, and I puffed four hits also. Damn!!! Worst mistake ever.
After taking the last hard hit my friend told me he was already fucked up and I seemed to care less until I took a glance away from the joint to my friend.
He was screwed up, and so were I and imminently I felt extreme paranoia and muscle pain in my legs. My homeboy started to tumble and fell to the ground, moaning and crying saying he couldn’t feel shit.
The landscape made it worst as we tried to navigate our surrounding. I couldn’t walk straight, and my homeboy couldn’t walk, and I was scared than a bitch.
I picked him up and ran for my life as if the police was chasing me the whole time with many people, watching me cross the street, fucked up carrying a crying boy, moaning loud and whimpering to the point where I fell, and couldn’t navigate anymore.
I was praying to God and worshiping angel telling them to help me throughout this terrible situation. Out of nowhere my friend showed up knowing we were fucked up but he didn’t know what.
He carried my friend, and I stood up on the way to his house. Once we got there, I vomited, and I tried drinking milk, but the milk wouldn’t kill my high, but instead it made my stomach hurt.
I couldn’t keep the milk down and vomited many times even to the point where nothing was in my stomach no more. I still wanted to throw up and gagged and gasp for air.
I felt under much pressure while my other friend passed out and then a couple of hours later so did I.
My friend that took us to his house woke us up, and after waking up, my homeboy who passed out threw up worst than what I did and start doing the same thing I was doing in the bathroom.
I’m thankful for my friend because I felt like I was going to get caught smoking because I had no place to go to kill the high.
Whatever you do, stay away from this stuff, it isn’t cool, and it will fuck with your mind, eyes, smell, taste, and your navigation.
Shit will have you gasping for air, and you won’t like it cause of my trip I stopped picking random joints from the ground and to think my dumbass was a sign of smoking today.