This Is “Steve’s” Story
The first drug I ever tried was K2 that my friend made. At first everything was ok I only tried it a couple times and I was having a good time. I only tried it for a couple days at this time. Well about a month later of not doing it I decided to start doing it again, and at first I was having a good time like the last time I tried it, and this time I was doing it more frequently. My friend decided he wanted to make it more “potent” I guess, so it would last longer and you would get higher. Again I was ok for about a week. Then all of a sudden I took a hit that would change my life completely. I was pretty tired this day I just got off work and it was hot outside and even hotter in the house. We were listening to “Somebody that I used to know”. I was just chillin there resting my eyes everyone else was bullsh****** with eachother and then someone asked me if I was ok? For some reason I just started playing the air drums and make it look like I was ok but for some reason I started gagging like I was going to throw up, so I went into the bathroom and layed on the cold floor for about an hour to feel better.
Later that week my buddy told me about all of his friends that were having bad trips off this new stuff he made and it just made me laugh because I thought something like this would never happen to me. Another couple weeks went by of smoking it and nothing bad ever happened to me and I didn’t even think about it ever happening to me because it felt like I was always having good highs which I was. Well my buddy moved into a new house and we smoked on his back porch. His back porch was enclosed and was an add on to the house so there was a window there that connected the house to the back porch where he put his air conditioner. The A/C was always on in the house so it made the back porch extremely hot which always sucked. For a few more weeks I was good, smoking the good ole synthetic marijuana until one night.
We came over to his house went on his back porch and lit up taking rip after rip off the bong. I was tired so I was resting my eyes again. At this point my highs on k2 consisted of my laughing and barely remembering what was going on during the high. I don’t remember what was going on in my head this night at all except worrying I was going to have to have the ambulance come and take me to the hospital and then getting fired from my job. Well I was half way through my trip when all of a sudden I like snapped into a trance of me feeling like my life was spiraling down and once I got to the end of my high I was going to die. I was scared for my life because I remembered the whole thing from beginning to end. I was stuck rapping trying to get the comfort of my friends and if each one of them didn’t give me the comfort I needed I was going to die.
The mind is a powerful thing and I’ve witnessed people having seizures off this stuff so I wouldn’t have doubted still to this day I might have died. After that night I was never the same, its been almost a year and 2 months since I’ve smoked it and sometimes feel like nothing is real and that I did die that night.
This stuff is no joke especially when messing with chemical you barely know about. Since then I have smoked weed only a couple times because the high feels the same and I worry that I am going to have a bad trip again. It honestly has ruined my life and I really want to get over it. People might not take this as seriously as others but if you know someone who had a bad trip like I did, you really need to talk to them so they know they aren’t alone in this world.