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.