So, I tried something different today. Something called "Pure Evil". My God was that a trip. That was very bad. Here's the story:
So, I sat down with the intention of only taking a single hit. Which to the best of my memory I did. Suddenly, it hit me. I got nauseous and felt like throwing up. So I went to the toilet and sat there for 2 minutes (according to me). Then I remembered a tip from a friend to drink water to counter the effect of the nausea. So I took some mouthfuls of water. Then the rhythmical breathing hit me. For some idea about what it looked like I was doing, it felt like I was doing the worm standing up. Still feeling nauseated, my heart sped up and I started shaking. I was scared then, but when my reflection in the mirror turned into batman, I calmed down some. I told him to turn back, and he did. Soon after, the nausea wore off and I got the full story from my friends on the couch. Apparently I took 2 hits, and then a third hit of some other stuff. I only remember one, then 5 minutes of blank, then 25 minutes of heaving in the bathroom. I kinda liked the high, but if I can't count on myself to do this responsibly and keep my memory, then I can't touch anything again. I could have died right there. If I hadn't kept (what I thought to be) a cool head then more things could have happened. Man, after this, its only going to be good weed... I swear it on my life.
So, I sat down with the intention of only taking a single hit. Which to the best of my memory I did. Suddenly, it hit me. I got nauseous and felt like throwing up. So I went to the toilet and sat there for 2 minutes (according to me). Then I remembered a tip from a friend to drink water to counter the effect of the nausea. So I took some mouthfuls of water. Then the rhythmical breathing hit me. For some idea about what it looked like I was doing, it felt like I was doing the worm standing up. Still feeling nauseated, my heart sped up and I started shaking. I was scared then, but when my reflection in the mirror turned into batman, I calmed down some. I told him to turn back, and he did. Soon after, the nausea wore off and I got the full story from my friends on the couch. Apparently I took 2 hits, and then a third hit of some other stuff. I only remember one, then 5 minutes of blank, then 25 minutes of heaving in the bathroom. I kinda liked the high, but if I can't count on myself to do this responsibly and keep my memory, then I can't touch anything again. I could have died right there. If I hadn't kept (what I thought to be) a cool head then more things could have happened. Man, after this, its only going to be good weed... I swear it on my life.
