Getting high and then getting caught and being lectured to is a pretty big buzz kill.
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Getting high and then getting caught and being lectured to is a pretty big buzz kill.
last summer i got really high with about 12 other people in one tiny room and it was at least 35-40 degrees celsius so it was very hot and muggy out, and i started overheating after a few hours and my vision went completely black except around the lightbulb and under the door leading outside. After i went outside into the shade and breeze i cooled off and my vision went back to normal, and i went back inside. But i was so freaked out because i though i was going blind and i just kept telling myself that i was just trippin out and that i needed to cool off.
Me and my blazing bud bought nine grams of some poootent mush. Although, at the time, I was unaware how potent these bad boys were.
So we drop at around 11:00ish, and wait for things to get going. All of a sudden, my friends house phone rings... I can't remember why we missed the call, but for some reason we did.
...Then my cell rings. Why on god's green earth would my parents be calling me at 11:20 while I'm sleeping at a friends? Now remember, these were some potent, potent caps. So I pick up the phone, and sure enough, there's my mom on the other end. "Hey mom, what's up?"... "James where are you?"... "I'm at ****'s, was that you that just called? I'm here don't worry." I could deffinately feel things picking up, noticing a few peculiarities "I'm coming to pick you up." she said in that voice... that voice she gives me when she's dishing out punishments. "WHY!?"... "Because James, I asked you to clean your room, and do the bathroom, and BOTH are not done."
For the next half hour, my friend was freaking out because he knew he didn't want to be alone for an entire trip...
I just kept telling myself that peaking in a car while my angry mother was lecturing me wouldn't be too bad...
SO sure enough, she rolls into his driveway, and I get into the car. SHE SAYS NOTHING THE ENTIRE DRIVE BACK. My god was I happy about that. I was also pretty sure there was a black person in the back seat. Not african black, but like... pitch black, with orange hair.
So we get home, and I retreat to the basement. I was fine for probably the first three hours or so... but then it became difficult, very, very difficult. I was sweating profusely, I felt the need to moan, I kept trying to fix things, like my bed, or tidy up my room (which turned out to be quite funny when I looked at it in the morning lol).
All in all, I don't understand what went wrong... I was fine for three hours or so, and then all of a sudden I'm bad tripping. To this day I can't figuire it out... Because I was literally feeling great to freaking out.
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Originally Posted by diche
HAHAHA that made my day man LMFAO:dance: :thumbsup:
ya, i love comin home from gettin high then disappear into the basement. its great down hear. my room, computer, TV, bathroom w/ shower and a couch, and a microwave.
other than weed. [[dxm]]
:pimp: :pimp: :pimp:
damn you guys had some pretty crazy trips!
Me and a friend took some acid and then drove from Saint Louis to Lake of the Ozarks on July 2nd, to stay the holidays with a wealthy friend who owned a resort in the Ozarks. We ended getting pulled over and busted for a little pot and some paraphernalia. Man, dealing with a pot bust and cops and drug dogs is really hard when you're tripping balls.
I had two major problems because of the acid. First, I was really having problems not laughing, at just about everything. And second, after they took all our luggage out of the trunk to search it, then told me it was okay to put it all back into the trunk, I couldn't do it; it was like playing a very hard game of Tetris, the luggage just wouldn't fit back in the trunk, which was making me laugh. Luckily my friend noticed my difficulties before the cops did and helped me get the crap back into the trunk and we got the hell out of there (with a ticket for each of us).
Ok so this was like first expereince with teh mushrooms. I didnt intend to buy any mushrooms we were just going to get some weed and maybe some oil...then we two friends of mine see this kid from school who's like dudes I have some mush! Now at first i was trying to decline him but being allready baked off my ass didnt help he kept coaxing us on that shrooms will make everything better and more fun (and after expereince this is true)
So long story short we bought the shrooms and we ate them i had about 3.5 grams everyone else a little less than that..then we walked to one of my dealers places we bought a eigth of weed and some hash honey oil a vial. Now at the dealers house i could feel them start kicking in this was my first time as i said and i noticed things were a little bit different than usual..but then we walked behind a canadian tire and beside a transport truck and begun smokeing our weed..and then we allso did the oil wich was my first time to. I think the oil made me feel really sick and gave me a powerful headrush because we used a bottle toke with ciggaretts.
We then begun walking around it was very cold that day I'm positive the shrooms had kicked in at the point it had been about a 1 hour and a half of time I somehow became disoriented and fell into the freezing cold sun bank and i was so confused i couldnt move I was cold very cold but i didnt realize that i was layin g in the snow then my friends stood over top me and theyre faces become mosiac and swirling patterns it was rather weird and i think i had begun setting in hypothermia.
. as it was freezing cold and i was tripping out on a snow bank drenched in ice water.. They kept yelling at me to get up but i was so conufsed i couldnt....well we somehow managed to get to tim hortins where we tried to get food well it took us about a hour sitting theyre aruging who would get food because we were all so confused and caught in thought loops about who could get some people were staring at us and in between zoning out and aruging who would get food we laughed our asses off...until then i had a a moment where i had to go into the bathroom for whatever reason i was still freezing cold sitting in the stalls the walls were morphing and i think something scared
me i started crying im not sure why and i had people come into the bathroom and start asking if i was ok or not i cant remember if it was my friends or not i then had enough courage to walk back out cept i forgot my shirt i walked out half naked outta the bathroom. We then decided to go to a sub shop for whatever reason and yet we ordered a pizza we ate the pizza but we ate it so that we had a slice we put it down and then we ate a different slice we ended up ditching the pizza...then some weird rastafarian dude offered to smoke a big fatty with us and for whatever reason i declined i have no idea why probly because i was still tripping my face off and didnt wanna intensify it and then he started talking about playing hockey for whatever reason and thats basically the end of the interesting trip..
HAHAHAH bad high?
let's see, hmmm, once when i was 13 i was smokin out the bathroom window. I knew my mom would flip and go crazy if she knew i was smokin, so what i did was turned the shower on to make it seem like i was takin a shower. I had no pipe/papers, being a new little aspiring stoner, so i smoked out of a plastic coke bottle, using matches. So i'm smoking it out the window, and my mom knocks on the door. 'Matt, what are you doing?' i was like 'FUCK!' and was like 'Uh... takin a shower!' and she was like 'I smell pot. It's a very strong smell...' then she starts crying goin' I HOPE YOUR NOT SMOKING POT! THAT SHIT IS SO FUCKING BAD!!!! WHEN I WAS YOUNGER IT WASN'T BUT NOW IT'S BAD AND YOU CAN DIE BLAH BLAH BLAH! so i convince her i wasn't (somehow) and just wanted the high to end so bad so i could be normal. lol
but you know what? After a long time of trying to convince her it wasn't bad, she's finally come around and on some occasions even smokes it with me! :stoned: