good story

oh man that brings back bad memories. it was about the 4th or 5th time i got high. and all my previous highs were really good, the perfect highs to start smoking weed. not too strong not too weak...

anyway. it was me and 2 other friends in the woods. i smoked with one and the other built a fire. i had close to 20 hits of some pretty good shit. than i checked the time and it was close to 10:30 pm nd i had to be home at 11. i started freaking out. i freaked out and started screaming and running around a tree really fast, i don't remember what i was saying but it seemed to scare my friends. the next thing i kno i'm sitting on a log near the fire and i jus stare into the fire. than i go like psycho and start pacing and saying all this weird shit really loud. next thing i know im sitting on the rock to the fire pit and my leg is practically in the fire. my pants were so hot they burnt my legs. i came back to reality and asked my friends what happened and they said i really freaked out big time. i look into the fire and i start hear chickens clucking and i say " did you guys hear those chickens" and my friends are like "wtf are you talking about" than i guess the flames represented the devil and i started hearing like evil laughter or something. i wanted to leave so badly. my friends finally convinced me that i didn't seem high at all. so i went home and my folks immediately knew something was up. they kept telling my friends and i that they knew we were up to something. i blew my cover by taking some cookies and saying "why don't we always buy these cookies, they are so good" when it was the cookies we always bought. than i went in the shower and practically hallucinated getting beat.

one fucked up night...
at the beginnging i always used to freak out like crazy. after some experience you learn how to handle things. im happy i gave it a couple trys cause now i toke like crazy