Post by Rip Purr on Mar 10, 2007 20:05:22 GMT -5
Oh man, I just had my first and worst marijuana experience. I've never been able to smoke the stuff because I have shit lungs, so someone finally made me some cookies.
Me and a friend ate them, one each. We then went into the city to bar. At first, he got the high and I sat around for and hour and half, cursing the guy who'd burned me or thinking I had some sort of intolerance to it. Just as I was getting pissed off, ZANG! It hit me. It was ok at first. I started thinking I could burrow into my friend Andrew's thoughts, literally burrow in like an 80s mining game. But then the whole bar started getting really scary, and I was sure everyone was watching us, waiting for us to do something really stupid so they could call the cops and throw us out.
The cops were a big scary monster man, totally terrifying. Finally, we just had to leave the bar. It was too terrifying. We walked to the tram station and we weren't too bad, although I was all giggly, but then desperately trying to hide my giggles because otherwise 'THEY'D KNOW'.
At the tram stop, Andrew went into some bushed and puked his guts up. I had to sit down and just luaghed and laughed and laughed, feeling really bad about laughing while Andy was puking, but unable to stop. Once he felt better, we sat at the stop again, but a police car drove past. It stopped at the red light, and that few minutes of us sitting there, trying our hardest to look natural, stone cold frozen with fear, was the longest couple of minutes in my life.
We got the tram but had to get out a few stops too early because Andrew needed to puke again. By this point i was completely gone. I was really tired and had to lie down, rolling in the twigs and pine needles. We then walked what felt like forever, and I could barely see, except for the odd smear of light and the wall of the zoo we were passing. I was shit scared I'd stay like this forever and had to calm myself down all the time.
At my place, we drank water because our mouths had become disgustingly dry. Then we silently went to bed. I started crying, certain my brain had snapped. I could barely see or feel anything. Eventually I drifted off, but I kept hearing andrew on his mobile phone, talking to someone, but he was saying the same four things over and over on loop. The person on the phone seemed to get really scared and I was worried she'd call 000 and get the police of ambulance sent over and we'd have caused a big fuss over nothing. It took me ages to get the strength to pull myself out of the fog and ask Andrew if he was ok. He said he was and I went to sleep.
I couldn't tell what was real or what I'd imagined and my god it was one of the worst experiences of my life. By the time my girlfriend got home from her party, I'd sobered up enough. Awful!
Me and a friend ate them, one each. We then went into the city to bar. At first, he got the high and I sat around for and hour and half, cursing the guy who'd burned me or thinking I had some sort of intolerance to it. Just as I was getting pissed off, ZANG! It hit me. It was ok at first. I started thinking I could burrow into my friend Andrew's thoughts, literally burrow in like an 80s mining game. But then the whole bar started getting really scary, and I was sure everyone was watching us, waiting for us to do something really stupid so they could call the cops and throw us out.
The cops were a big scary monster man, totally terrifying. Finally, we just had to leave the bar. It was too terrifying. We walked to the tram station and we weren't too bad, although I was all giggly, but then desperately trying to hide my giggles because otherwise 'THEY'D KNOW'.
At the tram stop, Andrew went into some bushed and puked his guts up. I had to sit down and just luaghed and laughed and laughed, feeling really bad about laughing while Andy was puking, but unable to stop. Once he felt better, we sat at the stop again, but a police car drove past. It stopped at the red light, and that few minutes of us sitting there, trying our hardest to look natural, stone cold frozen with fear, was the longest couple of minutes in my life.
We got the tram but had to get out a few stops too early because Andrew needed to puke again. By this point i was completely gone. I was really tired and had to lie down, rolling in the twigs and pine needles. We then walked what felt like forever, and I could barely see, except for the odd smear of light and the wall of the zoo we were passing. I was shit scared I'd stay like this forever and had to calm myself down all the time.
At my place, we drank water because our mouths had become disgustingly dry. Then we silently went to bed. I started crying, certain my brain had snapped. I could barely see or feel anything. Eventually I drifted off, but I kept hearing andrew on his mobile phone, talking to someone, but he was saying the same four things over and over on loop. The person on the phone seemed to get really scared and I was worried she'd call 000 and get the police of ambulance sent over and we'd have caused a big fuss over nothing. It took me ages to get the strength to pull myself out of the fog and ask Andrew if he was ok. He said he was and I went to sleep.
I couldn't tell what was real or what I'd imagined and my god it was one of the worst experiences of my life. By the time my girlfriend got home from her party, I'd sobered up enough. Awful!
