Ego Trip
About
Ego Trip
About
- Joe Rogan (via gypsy-tits)
Me and my two other friends went to this park, at like 9. I haven’t smoked before this, in like 4 months or so. I took like 7 hugeeeee hits of whatever this shit was and got on a swing. This slowly started hitting me and I swear this was the scariest thing that’s ever happened to me in my whole life. I couldn’t even hear my two friends talking to me, I couldn’t even feel my body swinging on the swing. It felt like I was fading into a different dimension. I kept getting really weirded out because the I couldn’t tell if they were laughing, or if it was the swing making the noise. I couldn’t even make sentences that made sense. It sounded like the laughing of little kids. Everything around me was just really blurry and swirling around, and I was like WHAT THE FUCK. The shadows on the ground were almost 3D. What freaked me out the most was I was I felt like I was the farthest from reality that I’ve ever been. I seriously could not tell what was even real anymore. They were talking to me trying to call me down, in the back seat of their car but that was impossible, because I could barely think or hear what they were saying, and I was pretty sure we were spinning around and everything was in black&white. It’s hard to listen to someone when you can’t even tell who they are. I felt like I couldn’t tell what emotions my friends were feeling, like they were just talking with no emotions behind anything they were saying. I couldn’t even comprehend what I was saying or doing. I couldn’t feel anything, most of my body was completely numb. The only thing that could calm me down, just a little, was if I held my friend’s hand. That was like the only thing I could even feel at the time. But her face kept changing and I couldn’t exactly tell who she was anymore. It was like half of the things around me were moving super fast, and the others weren’t moving at all or they were moving slow as crap. While we were driving, I kept looking out the window trying to figure out where we were, but I couldn’t, because I kept getting the places I saw confused with other places I’d already seen. Then I kept feeling like we drove around the same block 4 times, and I’m pretty sure we did because the person driving was half as fucked up as I was. It took us like 30 or 40 minutes to drive what should have taken us 15 minutes to get to mcdonalds. You know how hard it is to eat fries when you can’t feel your whole mouth, it’s pretty ridiculous. If someone would have saw me, they would’ve tried to take me to the hospital or something. We drove around for what seemed like an hour after that to get home and then I fucking threw up in their car, ON MYSELF. By the time we made it home, everything was starting to get kind of normal, I could pretty much distinguish who people were and where I was going. And I fell asleep. Covered in my own puke. Which was lovely to find this morning
Now you tell me that was just weed
None of that made any sense at all
