horror business
03-04-2006, 10:23 PM
Well last night, I spent 30 on a quad (it was a good deal because it was my best friends neighbors) of really good mid-grade. My friends and I made a bong out of a Smirnoff Tripple Distilled Vodka bottle, and it was my first time smoking out of a bong. Well, it was the most high I've ever been.
Before smoking the new stuff, I had smoked 3 bowls of comercial which didn't do that much of anything, so I wanted to get blazed, so within about a 2 hour period, I took like at LEAST 20 huge hits out of the bong. HUGE hits. I kept getting more high and more high.
Then something happened.
I started seeing images of my life, from now, to when I was a baby, then I saw what it was like to be in the womb, and to die. I kept seeing my life flash before my eyes. When I looked in the mirror, I had some visuals of my face, it was all distorted. No, this wasn't laced with anything, I just smoked a shit load.
I couldn't concentrate, or move, or anything. My misfits poster of their skull turned into my uncle, and I wanted to rip it down. I was afraid I was dying. I thought I Heard my mom crying in the other room (she wasn't home), and in my mind I feared that I was in the other room unconcious and they were trying to revive me, and I wanted to cry, or call 911 or something, because I thought I was going to die, but then I just remembered, "what's the point of life, I just saw my whole life flash ebfore my eyes, should I kill myself?" buit then I decided against it, and realized I smoked a shit load, and that's why I was so fucked up. Two of my three friends went home, but the one who was spending the night stayed. I just remember him saying "do you want to watch a movie" and I said "No man, I'm watching a movie in my head, I'm having these crazy visuals" then I must have passed out. I woke up at like 8 in the morning, andm y friend was infront of th eocmputer jackign off or something, so I juts went back to bed. I woke up at 4, and searched my freezer for ice cream, it was strawberry so I ate it, and it tasted amazing, and when I woke up, I wasn't having visuals, but I'm still a little buzzing,a nd i'm confused and things are funny, so after I ate ice cream and pudding, my mom stopped home with mcdonalds for me (she was spending the night at her boyfriends house) so after I ate my mcdonalds she left, and then my ex-girlfriends cousin came by to get his game cube, cause he let me borrow it last year, so I just finished giving him his game cube, and now here I am. I'm never smoking that much again. It was a terrible experience. I kept seeing my life. Like, I kept seeing images of memories that I had forgot, starting form now, and then going down until I wasn't born yet. I thought I was going to die, or was dead, or something, and I realized "now that I saw my life, and know what death is like, why am I living? is this even reality, or is it just a memory I created? Am I god? But once I passed out,a nd woke up this morning, all of those strange thoughts were gone. If my friends come over tonight, the most I'lls moke is like 4 bong hits, NOT 20.
Well that's my fucked up experieence.
EDIT: P.S. Also, while I was seeing my childhood and my infancy, etc... I kept looking at myself in my head, seeing how young I was, and innocent, and all my childhood, and somehow I forgot, or there was a 'gap' between the last four years, and I couldn't figure out how I got from there to here... Like, I didn't remember my early teen years. But now I do. Now I realize I was just too fucked up.
Before smoking the new stuff, I had smoked 3 bowls of comercial which didn't do that much of anything, so I wanted to get blazed, so within about a 2 hour period, I took like at LEAST 20 huge hits out of the bong. HUGE hits. I kept getting more high and more high.
Then something happened.
I started seeing images of my life, from now, to when I was a baby, then I saw what it was like to be in the womb, and to die. I kept seeing my life flash before my eyes. When I looked in the mirror, I had some visuals of my face, it was all distorted. No, this wasn't laced with anything, I just smoked a shit load.
I couldn't concentrate, or move, or anything. My misfits poster of their skull turned into my uncle, and I wanted to rip it down. I was afraid I was dying. I thought I Heard my mom crying in the other room (she wasn't home), and in my mind I feared that I was in the other room unconcious and they were trying to revive me, and I wanted to cry, or call 911 or something, because I thought I was going to die, but then I just remembered, "what's the point of life, I just saw my whole life flash ebfore my eyes, should I kill myself?" buit then I decided against it, and realized I smoked a shit load, and that's why I was so fucked up. Two of my three friends went home, but the one who was spending the night stayed. I just remember him saying "do you want to watch a movie" and I said "No man, I'm watching a movie in my head, I'm having these crazy visuals" then I must have passed out. I woke up at like 8 in the morning, andm y friend was infront of th eocmputer jackign off or something, so I juts went back to bed. I woke up at 4, and searched my freezer for ice cream, it was strawberry so I ate it, and it tasted amazing, and when I woke up, I wasn't having visuals, but I'm still a little buzzing,a nd i'm confused and things are funny, so after I ate ice cream and pudding, my mom stopped home with mcdonalds for me (she was spending the night at her boyfriends house) so after I ate my mcdonalds she left, and then my ex-girlfriends cousin came by to get his game cube, cause he let me borrow it last year, so I just finished giving him his game cube, and now here I am. I'm never smoking that much again. It was a terrible experience. I kept seeing my life. Like, I kept seeing images of memories that I had forgot, starting form now, and then going down until I wasn't born yet. I thought I was going to die, or was dead, or something, and I realized "now that I saw my life, and know what death is like, why am I living? is this even reality, or is it just a memory I created? Am I god? But once I passed out,a nd woke up this morning, all of those strange thoughts were gone. If my friends come over tonight, the most I'lls moke is like 4 bong hits, NOT 20.
Well that's my fucked up experieence.
EDIT: P.S. Also, while I was seeing my childhood and my infancy, etc... I kept looking at myself in my head, seeing how young I was, and innocent, and all my childhood, and somehow I forgot, or there was a 'gap' between the last four years, and I couldn't figure out how I got from there to here... Like, I didn't remember my early teen years. But now I do. Now I realize I was just too fucked up.