About five yrs ago, my husband called me from work n said “Babe”, some guy just smoked something with me, and you have to try this out. It was called Black Budda.
I picked him up; we went to the gas station and bought some. I hit it once and didn’t want it again. But we still had a bag. So, of course, we smoked it. I always thought I was good because I never over did it.
2 hits Put it out, Spin out, and then hit it again. To me, it was like going up a roller coaster for a 20 min high. We smoked this for probably two years. We fought. He went to prison. While he went to prison, I quit.
He spent a year there and came out to a halfway house. After being out 4-5 months, I noticed he’d been smoking. I got upset, but he wouldn’t quit so instead of joining him to keep the peace plus I liked the high.
We figured what’s a problem. We make real money. Our bills are paid. Our kids are OK. We’re not hurting anyone. For the past two years, my husband and I have been smoking bout 1/2 oz a day. Of the street stuff, can’t find brands here. It was banned five years ago.
A few times I’ve gotten bad batches. I have been sick with hot and cold sweats and vomiting. I’d quit then eventually we’d start again. This time, I was close to death. We were gotten a pretty dominant strain that was completely zombie in us out.
Sadly we loved it. Then that was gone, I started getting sick and didn’t sleep one night, so my husband got some from somewhere else to help me not get sick and sleep.
Only like 4gs, I smoked it. I’ve now laid five days with no food or sleep, Hallucinating, Hearing things, Diarrhea, vomit, and tremors. I can’t feel my fingertips. Can’t taste anything. My muscles all keep cramping on me.
I’m dying. 5 DAYS!!!!!! This is nothing like marijuana. And because of smoking this so long, I couldn’t go back to weed if I wanted to. Even medical treatment does nothing for me. We’re very far in debt, and it got the best of us.
I’m still worried I’ve done permanent damage, and my husband is worried as well. We’ve decided that we would both like to start a group in our home for spice addicts as in our area it is an epidemic. Marijuana Anonymous, they say for me to go to.
ITS NOT THE SAME! It is not the joke guys. All fun and games till you see your life flash before your eyes.
My eye opener, One day I went to work at 6 am. Came out at lunch at 12 pm to find my four years old still in the van. I forgot to drop her off at the babysitter.
That’s when I knew, I was done…. I hope all of you have a chance to get an eye opener before it closes your eyes for good.
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“This time, I was close to death” – Scared To Death
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