I'm not sure if this post will be deleted but we'll see. This past weekend I was at a friends house and in the basement some guys were smoking marijana. I've been around it a lot and have a lot of friends that have done it but I've always seemed to just not be appealed to it. I smoke hookah and an occasional cigarette and even drink, I even smoked bud from a pipe once but felt virtually no effect.
Anyway, they were using a vaporizor. Basically it heats up the marijana to the point where the THC will vaporize and then fills a bag with 100% THC smoke. I was jamming with a guy on drums and guitar and this guy that had the vaporizor was watching and said "thanks for letting me watch, let me pay you back" The other guy said no just because he was already too drunk, I myself was pretty drunk off of 7 shots and about 4 glasses of wine but I figured what the hell.
I took two hits (and I mean BIG hits, a complete lungful, why not if I am gonna do it, I might as well get the full effect, my two hits almost emptied the bag)...waited a minute...felt nothing. The guy insisted I take a couple more if I wasn't feeling anything, so he filled up another bag, and I took two more.
So I went back upstairs when we decided to watch yellow submarine in the basement. We waited out on the Balcony and smoked from our hookah. I started feeling it. I was amazed at how interesting it was. I was laughing at everything, acting like a complete jack ---. I noticed my tounge felt like a damn sponge.
So I started walking down to the basement when I got to the door it HIT ME BAD. I couldn't stand, I fell into a chair, I started to feel pain in my chest, my eyes were burning, the veins in my neck felt like they were going to explode. I felt sick, and dizzy, I had the spins.
My best friend came downstairs and I told him I can't walk I am in a lot of pain. He started telling me, "Don't worry about it, it will go away in a few minutes"
I started to feel like I was on fire, literally, I felt pain, absolute torture, My --- hole was burning (I am not making this up), I was falling over in the chair. I yelled for some ice water. People started speculating that the Marijana could have been laced, the guy who brought it already left. I could feel my heart beating a million times a second it seemed. Finally my water came and I started drinking it. I downed the glass in a few seconds. My pain was at it's worst at this point. I told them I think I might die. I needed more water.
I passed out while waiting for my friend to get the rest of my water. I woke up when it came and I drank it quickly, I still felt horrible but the pain wasn't as bad. I passed out again and woke up.
I don't remember much after this but apparently I came into the basement and fell asleep on a bean bag for an hour and a half. My friend came and woke me up and told me to go upstairs, they made a bed for me on the floor. I walked up the stairs crashed on the bed and slept until noon the next morning.
It was the most miserable experience of my life. The next day some more people were smoking and I got a whiff of the weed, it immediatly made me feel sick. I am hoping I scarred myself for life and can never do that again.
Sure I see why it can be cool, but man I want no involvement in that sort of thing.
Anyway, they were using a vaporizor. Basically it heats up the marijana to the point where the THC will vaporize and then fills a bag with 100% THC smoke. I was jamming with a guy on drums and guitar and this guy that had the vaporizor was watching and said "thanks for letting me watch, let me pay you back" The other guy said no just because he was already too drunk, I myself was pretty drunk off of 7 shots and about 4 glasses of wine but I figured what the hell.
I took two hits (and I mean BIG hits, a complete lungful, why not if I am gonna do it, I might as well get the full effect, my two hits almost emptied the bag)...waited a minute...felt nothing. The guy insisted I take a couple more if I wasn't feeling anything, so he filled up another bag, and I took two more.
So I went back upstairs when we decided to watch yellow submarine in the basement. We waited out on the Balcony and smoked from our hookah. I started feeling it. I was amazed at how interesting it was. I was laughing at everything, acting like a complete jack ---. I noticed my tounge felt like a damn sponge.
So I started walking down to the basement when I got to the door it HIT ME BAD. I couldn't stand, I fell into a chair, I started to feel pain in my chest, my eyes were burning, the veins in my neck felt like they were going to explode. I felt sick, and dizzy, I had the spins.
My best friend came downstairs and I told him I can't walk I am in a lot of pain. He started telling me, "Don't worry about it, it will go away in a few minutes"
I started to feel like I was on fire, literally, I felt pain, absolute torture, My --- hole was burning (I am not making this up), I was falling over in the chair. I yelled for some ice water. People started speculating that the Marijana could have been laced, the guy who brought it already left. I could feel my heart beating a million times a second it seemed. Finally my water came and I started drinking it. I downed the glass in a few seconds. My pain was at it's worst at this point. I told them I think I might die. I needed more water.
I passed out while waiting for my friend to get the rest of my water. I woke up when it came and I drank it quickly, I still felt horrible but the pain wasn't as bad. I passed out again and woke up.
I don't remember much after this but apparently I came into the basement and fell asleep on a bean bag for an hour and a half. My friend came and woke me up and told me to go upstairs, they made a bed for me on the floor. I walked up the stairs crashed on the bed and slept until noon the next morning.
It was the most miserable experience of my life. The next day some more people were smoking and I got a whiff of the weed, it immediatly made me feel sick. I am hoping I scarred myself for life and can never do that again.
Sure I see why it can be cool, but man I want no involvement in that sort of thing.
