I freaked out paranoia one of the first times I got high (way back when I was 11). My dad was a NYC cop and I didn't know he was going to be home when I came home stoned. I thought for sure my saliva was black and he was going to bust me if I talked with him. Wow was I stoned outa my head.

hard to believe but one of the most peaceful times I ever had when I was stoned was in my cell in prison; on a 24 hour lockdown after a guard was attacked and had his head split wide open.