Well I just gotta say when I find the guy who sold me this, I'm kickin his ass. At first I went in the basement and started smokin' it. I knew somethin tasted different but I ignored it since I spent $5 on it. Plus I convinced my self it was my joint paper. Anyways when I finished smokin those 2 joints I went back upstairs. First I was watching Martin Laurence again. I was relaxed and the stuff was extra hillarious. It was going well like a good weed experience...Then it happened. The t.v. started coming towards me and then back to the screen..it was flipping to, I was like "WHAO SHIT" at first I liked it, then I cupped my hands on the back of my head, then my tounge felt numb and it felt like my tastebuds were supurb, being able to over-taste the gum. Then my whole mouth felt like glue and goowy substanced and the t.v. was viewable but lightly tinted with red and my head felt like it had some gay medicine injected in me. The only thing that went thru my head was "Oh shit, I cant believe they laced my shit!". I went in the kitchen imagining the laughs of them when they found out I died, I got a drink of water and thunk about all the shit I never got to do. I was feeling even worse, songs kept playing in my head and I felt like I was gonna collapse, my heart was beating like "dun *one microsend* dun dun *one microsend* dun *one microsend* dun". It was like a fast-heart pattern. I went in my room and prayed to God, telling him if I made it through this I was only gonna smoke the weed I grow, never from ANYONE else. I felt sorta better but I went in the t.v.room and shit got WORSE, I was tripping out, songs (R&B songs which I hate) kept playing in my head and everything dude, it just went grey. I kept thinking "So this is how death is?" Everything turned grey, like my vision was my room sketched in the sand and the image just blowed away. My life flashed before my eyes and I kept thinking of my mom coming here to find me dead, crying sobbing. And my Grandma was mad, It just went dark and I felt like I was lying down and it was all black and I felt like there was no flesh, just cold bones. I thought that was how death was. I felt like I had consciousness, I could still think but couldnt see, I went in my Grandma's room, told her I was gonna die. She said "Shut up" I was like "IM SERIOUS HELP!" So she told me to lay down, she felt my heartbeat and got me a cold towel. I heard you dont feel any pain when your high off of cocaine, I wanted to test to make sure I was really laced (I was in complete denial at this point.) I kept punching my self in the nose and it started bleeding, I didnt even feel that shit :confused: She put it over my forehead and I felt I was gonna die again. There was 4 visions just going fast in a clockwise motion. I was laying there feeling like I was out of my body. I could talk but couldnt feel shit, I felt like I could rob a bank but barely. I told her the whole story. I almost couldnt do that with a straight-face even just with weed making me high so I knew this was some laced shit. Eventually I was fine then I kept getting these weird feelings, I thought being calmed down will help my heart slow down thats the only thing I could think of "Orange, slow your heart down, dont die you can make it." Eventually all the blood, it felt like being on a hot tub after you were reallllly cold it just rushed back to the rest of my body, I felt better, heart beating fast but not as fast. I fell asleep and now I'm here. And I look at life in a new vision. When I see this guy I'm gonna confront him. And if I kill help, oh what the fuck ever he tried to kill me so we'll be even.
