Bad Experiences

[ahhshibal]

ON 4TH OF JULY, ME AND MY HOMIES COPPED HELLA FIRECRACKERS. WENT TO AN ELEMENTARY SCHOOL BLAZED AS FUCK, JUMPED TO THE ROOF, AND LIT EVERYTHING. SHIT WAS CRAZY. AFTER A COUPLE SECONDS, WE SEE PO'S RUNNIN' AT US. SHIT WAS CRUCIAL MY NIG.

[smooginlikeitsmyjob]

me and my 2 friends just got baked out of our minds and went bak to one of their houses...so we're in his basement playin pool not paying attention wen all of a sudden his mom pops up and says "you know, smoking pot causes skitsofrinia.." i shit my pants on the spot and was like..SHE FUCKING KNOWS..she then walked away never to say anything like that again

[starry]

i made a batch of pot brownies, and i guess they were stronger than i thought. i ate 1.5 brownies, and after an hour i wasn't high. so.. i went to sleep. i wake up completely fucking out of it. i was shaking uncontrollably, and muttering to myself. complete nonsense even. mostly numbers and odd words. i tried several times to just concentrate on my breathing, but then i would get scared that i couldn't breathe and that i wasn't really breathing i was just imagining breathing. then i threw up. then after i threw up, i sat on the floor rocking back and forth like a mental patient. i didn't think i was going to die.. i thought i did die and was in hell. my perspective was off.. every time i blinked it was like i saw the room through different eyes. every now and again i would feel completely sober, and then fall back into whatever it was that i was feeling. i tried to just go to sleep but then i started shaking again.

eventually i fell asleep, but i didn't feel right for 2 days. i'm scared to even smoke again. every time i think about it i start feeling anxious and scared. it's probably just 'all in my head', but i really freaked out like i've never freaked before. i'm one of those generally centered people, so this was fucking awful. lol.

[pixel]

is your friend new to smokin? haha i remember those days

[Inferius]

My only really bad expirience with pot was my second time. I was 14.
I live in cali, and my brother is really into drugs, has a bunch of connections all over the state.
He had gotten ahold of the most potent pot he'd ever seen.
The night was great, he did a shotgun to me, one HUGE blast of smoke. I barely remember that night. I remember standing on my street, looking up at the stars as faces appeared out of thin air. I realize now, I was too stoned to really enjoy it, to really KNOW how good I was feeling. Just gone.
Well, the next morning, I was still high. 12 hours later and I was still pretty baked. And then I had to go to my house in order to get ready to spend the night at a friends. And then everything just went downhill.
Massive Paranoia. I couldn't eat, my heart felt like it was shriveling into itself. I was shaking constantly. Somehow I managed to pull it together in front of my mom(psycho bitch, mainly the reason I was paranoid), and when I arrived at my friends house, I just laid down on one of their beds for two hours. I was so freaked out.
Moral of the story... sometimes short highs can be a blessing. And long highs can turn into hell.

[ganja is my game]

ive had two bad experiences from mary jane today was my second. i think it might be due to a low tolerance since i quit smoking for a couple months and then started again but i cant smoke more than like 2 bowls out of my little tiny bing without getting really sick. the only times ive gotten sick were from joints though and each time they were decent sized and i smoked them with two other people but i start spinning really bad and cant focus on anything and my stomach hurts or like today felt like it was on fire and i will get really sweaty but i couldnt tell if i was really hot or really cold and that tripped me out and the first time i puked........alot and was stumbling all over like i was piss drunk but this time i just got sick feeling and luckily didnt hurl. although today was really cool because i was camping and some kid asked me for a lighter and i gave him one to light his cigarette and then he offers to smoke me out, so naturally im like "hell ya dude" and he brought his brother over and we smoked on the picnic table, needless to say it was pretty sick except for the part about GETTING sick.

[think green]

it was about 9 at night, and it was pouring outside. my mom was over at my grandmas house so i decided to smoke a few bowls. so a few minutes later i was sitting in my room high as fuck and i get a call from my mom saying "my car ran out of gas on the freeway come pick me up"
so.. faded as i was, i had to drive in the pouring rain out along the freeway to stop and pick her up, go to the gas station, get a gallon of gas, drive back out along the freeway, and help her refill. i managed to drive relatively normal and she didnt notice. i was nervous as hell though.

[Nocturnal Stoner]

i was high the other day, and i went to bed,but all i could think about was death an how short life was.

[mojoke]

one saturday i picked up a half of some good stuff and some opium, which i had never tried before. I went to my friends house and we smoked about an 8th straight up in 2 hours. I was hella baked but still had more weed to smoke so i made a couple weed snacks with about a gram and a half. a little while after i ate these i was hallucinating and had the munchies hella bad. since i was uncomfortable i thought it might be a good time to smoke some of the opium. i had never done it before so i just got a pretty good sized pinch of tar and spread it on a bud. this was a bad idea because i had to walk home about 3 miles that night because my friend was too fucked up to drive (bitch move). by the time i was on my way ho0me it was hella dark and the hallucinations got worse. i kept seeing bears in the trees and i saw a unicorn in themiddle of the road every time i looked behind me. was more scared than i had ever been and i now know that walking home in the dark while hallucinating will fuck your mind

[Briandamage]

One time, at my friend's open house I decided that I had to get as fucked up as possible for whatever reason. So I start poundin beers with my friends as fast as i could. I was pretty glad because i was beginning to like the taste of beer again after a bad experiance a few months before.
Anyways, about an hour and 8 or 9 brewskys later i decided to split a nicely wrapped blunt with two friends. Now by this time i was plenty high (you know when your mouth starts gettin dry), and i crack open another beer, telling myself i have not yet reached the limit...
My friend had a couple of those terribly dutch master cigars lying around so i lit one up thinking it was all in good fun (i had never smoked a cigar in my life).
It was after i finished the cigar that it hit me.. I felt so sick I thought I was gonna die! I collapsed on the couch a my friend brought a bucket over for me to throw up in. I felt like i was suspended in animation or something because an hour of me not moving an inch felt like 5 minutes. Finally i began to puke my brains out but i still didnt feel any better, so i started to panick and somehow managed to call my dad to come pick me up. (i figured that if he found out i was obliyerated it would be better than my mom).
How i got out of that apartment i dont know... If you have ever seen the comfortably numb part in pink floyd's the wall where the guy is dragged out to his limo, well, that scene is the best way i can think to describe this horrible moment.

lmao my dad didnt catch me though.... it was a miricle from God

iv'e never had a bad experiance unless alchohol was involved