Last night i had the worst weed trip ever.

I have smoked before, but only had buzzes, and never really gotten high cause i never had a huge amount. So me and 2 other of my buddies decided to smoke a 5 paper J after school yesterday.

We were all takin lil baby hits until i come up and do one mondo hit, man i was coughin for like 5 mins after that. my buddy basically forced the J into my mouth and said "if you take 2 more hits you will be FUCKED" so i did, and fucked i was. i didnt even cough. breathing seemed pointless. if i didnt concentrate on my breathing i would just automatically hold my breath. everything was like frame by frame. a slide show in really slow motion. it felt like i was swaying from one side to another in the wind. the very first thing i thought when it started was "oh man i dont like this, i can't control it". cause ive only been drunk before, and being drunk i can control.

i kept phasing in and out of reality. almost as if i was high on and off. i tried to get my discman out of my pocket which seemed like an impossible task. the zipper of my pocket seemed like it was a mile long. i put the music on and i barely even noticed it was there. all i could taste was weed. then when my buddy and my other buddy were finishing it off i see my buddy's lil brother looking out the window with a phone in his hand. this freaked me the fuck out so we went inside to see if his brother called anyone. he said he didnt but i didnt believe him. i grabbed some candy from my friends trick-or-treat left overs and went into his room. we sat there and had a good laugh for what seemed like days. i didnt know what i was laughing about. him laughing just made me laugh. during this whole point i was trying to open the candy, which again seemed like an impossible task. after a while i started getting scared about his brother that he called someone so i just told them that we had to leave.

the paranoia was setting in. all i could think of now was people on the street knew that i was fucked. the police were looking for me. my buddy's parents knew what i did and were going to tell mine. are my parents home? i hope they arent. what am i going to do if they are? i was so cold...

i knew what i was thinking but nothing i said came out right. i knew i must be sounding like an idiot. everything was a blur except for every white vehicle i saw i thought was the police.

on the walk to the bus stop i knew where i was going, but i didnt know where i was. when i got to the main road where the bus stop was i couldnt tell which way to go. i finally figured it out and waited at the bus stop. my friends left. all i could think about was the guy at the bus stop knew i was high. the lady across the street was staring at me. why is the bus taking so long?

every car i saw after a while started to look like a bus from the distance, but as it closed in, it took it's car shape again. the bus seemed to take an eternity to get here. on the way home i was lucky i got off where i did. it was more of an instinct cause i didnt really know where i was. on the walk from the bus stop home i realized my parents were home so i walked in, said that i had eaten at my friends house, and went downstairs. i tried to sleep. i felt like i was going insane. everything that was being said on the TV show sounded like a song of some sort. i slept on and off from 5.30-10.00 at which point i completely fell asleep. i smoked at 4.30. at 6.30 i was still extremely fucked up when all of a sudden it stopped. i was completely fine again, but just really tired.

this freaked me out completely. i have never felt so bad in my life, and i dont think im going to try weed ever again.