alright here is a story from when i was first started smoking . anyways, i was with some friends, one of the (we'll call E) had two joints. me and my bro who was with me had a ghetto bong we made with a bowl of some chron in there. so me e and two other people fit our way into a small closet in an apartment closet. this closet was outside next the sliding glass door, the whole apartment is below ground level so you have to jump to get down in or out. well i was sitting and the rest were standing because it was so cramped. after toking up the joints/bowl, one of my friends starts getting all paranoid so we decided it time to leave. at this point, i am still fine and nicely stoned but that will change. i get out first and jump on this little trampoline they had set up to get out. after clearing the rail i started to walk quickly away from the area. at this point i experience a massive head rush from being cramped up all that time then quickly jumping out and running. me vision completely goes and i end up having to hold on to the fence to keep from falling. after i recover, i was more baked then i have ever been up in tell that point, nothing even came close. my friends come up to me and their heads looked normal but their body had a cartoonish look to them. when they walked, it looked jerky and such. being the noob that i was, i said "was that shit laced man". trying to trip me out, one of them said it had cocaine in it. another buddy said it was fine, after that i was tripping in a good way. we make our way to autozone then split up, me and e were left chilling there for a little bit. while i was sitting on the curb, some guy walked up close to me and i looked at him wondering wtf. after getting a good look, he said "looks like you're having a good day" . anyways after walking around for a little while i went home. i was high for like 5 hours, it was truely one of the best stones ever