Wooba
June 24th, 2012, 09:37 AM
You know how people tell you not to do synthetic marijuana (spice), or bath salts or any of that stuff? Yeah. Listen to them.
I'm going to share my experience from last night. It is the scariest thing i have ever had to go through in my life. As i'm typing this i'm still kind of recovering, i don't remember sleeping, and i'm not sure if i'm tired.
Here we go..
So a few weeks ago my buddy matt told me and my other friend mike about a spice (synthetic marijuana) called Mr. Happy. The three of us had been in a little smoke circle for quite a while, and we'd hang out every friday night. We'd smoke every time we hung out, but never spice.
Anyways he said that he'd tried it before, and that it's basically just really potent weed. So me and mike agreed to go for it and take a few hits. Matt couldn't spend the night though, so we all sneaked out at around 11:30pm and met out in a field. We smoked it, and it was just really intense. You start to trip out a little bit, not too bad though. None of us could move or stop laughing for about 15mins. Then we started to come down and walked back to mikes.
Based on that experience i didn't think Mr. Happy was all that bad. So we continued to use it periodically through out the next couple of weeks. Well last night, i decided to smoke alone in my room. I'd done this before, even with spice, and everything went over great. So me, matt, and mike all got on webcam. I walked over to my window and took three hits of mr. happy. That shit kicked in within about 30seconds. Everything became much more defined, my walls were pushed back, and some things were popping out at me.
So i just sat down at my computer desk and looked at the screen. That's when i lost my mind. Everything went black and white, and started moving wicked fast like i was going through a tunnel. I started to question everything, and slowly i started to forget who i was. I forgot what i did everyday, what school was, what i was, what my name was, everything. I completely reevaluated life. Every little thing that i had ever been through i remembered and thought it over. I kept hearing "but is this who i am?" in my head over and over again like it was a song.
It felt like i was ripping my hair out in my mind, but i wasn't sure if i really was. Everything was a question, i didn't know if anything was real. I started to believe that questioning everything was my life, and i was going to be trapped thinking in my mind forever. I wasn't sure how i got there, but that's all i could think of.
After about what felt like forever of that i started to see again. My friends were flipping shit over webcam, asking if i was okay, if i was gonna die, what i was doing, how many hits i took.
Everything i saw, i had to reassure to myself that it was real. My phone started ringing. I looked at it and started talking to myself out loud.
"That's my phone, it's ringing. Of course i'd understand that, because i am a human and this is my species and this is what i do. I use my phone to text sometimes, i text a lot actually. This is my desk. My mom bought it for me for $75 dollars. I really wanted this desk."
I rambled like that for a half hour about everything. (mike recorded it)
I sat on my bed and puked my brains out for the longest time. I even had to reassure myself that i was puking, but i didn't know why i was puking. I totally forgot that i did spice for the duration of my trip.
Anyways i woke up this morning with dried puke on my shirt. I'm alive again, and i understand life. I didn't loose any of my memory, nor did i have a heart attack or die. So for now, i'm fine.
Seriously. Please, if you're going to do spice, be careful. Take one hit and sit down for a good hour. You'll loose your mind.
I'm going to share my experience from last night. It is the scariest thing i have ever had to go through in my life. As i'm typing this i'm still kind of recovering, i don't remember sleeping, and i'm not sure if i'm tired.
Here we go..
So a few weeks ago my buddy matt told me and my other friend mike about a spice (synthetic marijuana) called Mr. Happy. The three of us had been in a little smoke circle for quite a while, and we'd hang out every friday night. We'd smoke every time we hung out, but never spice.
Anyways he said that he'd tried it before, and that it's basically just really potent weed. So me and mike agreed to go for it and take a few hits. Matt couldn't spend the night though, so we all sneaked out at around 11:30pm and met out in a field. We smoked it, and it was just really intense. You start to trip out a little bit, not too bad though. None of us could move or stop laughing for about 15mins. Then we started to come down and walked back to mikes.
Based on that experience i didn't think Mr. Happy was all that bad. So we continued to use it periodically through out the next couple of weeks. Well last night, i decided to smoke alone in my room. I'd done this before, even with spice, and everything went over great. So me, matt, and mike all got on webcam. I walked over to my window and took three hits of mr. happy. That shit kicked in within about 30seconds. Everything became much more defined, my walls were pushed back, and some things were popping out at me.
So i just sat down at my computer desk and looked at the screen. That's when i lost my mind. Everything went black and white, and started moving wicked fast like i was going through a tunnel. I started to question everything, and slowly i started to forget who i was. I forgot what i did everyday, what school was, what i was, what my name was, everything. I completely reevaluated life. Every little thing that i had ever been through i remembered and thought it over. I kept hearing "but is this who i am?" in my head over and over again like it was a song.
It felt like i was ripping my hair out in my mind, but i wasn't sure if i really was. Everything was a question, i didn't know if anything was real. I started to believe that questioning everything was my life, and i was going to be trapped thinking in my mind forever. I wasn't sure how i got there, but that's all i could think of.
After about what felt like forever of that i started to see again. My friends were flipping shit over webcam, asking if i was okay, if i was gonna die, what i was doing, how many hits i took.
Everything i saw, i had to reassure to myself that it was real. My phone started ringing. I looked at it and started talking to myself out loud.
"That's my phone, it's ringing. Of course i'd understand that, because i am a human and this is my species and this is what i do. I use my phone to text sometimes, i text a lot actually. This is my desk. My mom bought it for me for $75 dollars. I really wanted this desk."
I rambled like that for a half hour about everything. (mike recorded it)
I sat on my bed and puked my brains out for the longest time. I even had to reassure myself that i was puking, but i didn't know why i was puking. I totally forgot that i did spice for the duration of my trip.
Anyways i woke up this morning with dried puke on my shirt. I'm alive again, and i understand life. I didn't loose any of my memory, nor did i have a heart attack or die. So for now, i'm fine.
Seriously. Please, if you're going to do spice, be careful. Take one hit and sit down for a good hour. You'll loose your mind.