From having existential crisis, to destroying a cornfield with no recollection of the event, 16 people share their worst drug experiences.
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1. Beyond existential crisis
My current boyfriend used to smoke a lot apparently in high school. You wouldn’t know that now, by the way he acts around things like synthetics and marijuana itself.
One night, we had gone out to smoke some fake, cheap rose herbal stuff. A friend of mine swore by it. I had a couple of tokes, but I stopped because it was really harsh. My boyfriend kept hitting it. We’re walking back to his dorm when all of a sudden he gets this look on his face, and he asks if he can sit down. We sit. Couple minutes later, he’s like Am I dying?” and then it just goes downhill.
I take him back to my dorm, and he’s rocking back and forth on my bed, crying and seriously freaking out. Every few minutes he asks me if he’s dying, and that if he is I need to promise that I’ll call 911. He hasn’t been able to smoke, consume or vape ever since.
2. A life saver!
I dated a guy whose roommate was always tweaking or experimenting with drugs. That itself wasn’t a problem, but I remember being slightly drunk at their apartment and watching a mutual friend have a violent seizure/foam at the mouth/vomit/piss his pants while people laughed and poked him. I’m only 5’2″ so I instructed my boyfriend to turn him on his side before I called 911 because everyone was too messed up to understand what was going on.
3. When drugs kick in at odd times
So, it was the mid-90s and I had an idea. Freaknik was going on and I bought a bunch of those little green army men and glued little sponge balls to their heads and intended to sell them as “Souldiers.”
At the time, I was doing a lot of acid. I decided to have some before heading downtown with my friends. I had two types of acid in my parents’ freezer. One was strong, one was really weak. Neither had designs on them, but I thought I knew which was which. I didn’t know and ended up taking 90 some hits of the strong one.
I was somewhere near the perimeter on the edge of the city when the drugs kicked in.
I started freaking out pretty quickly so we got off the train and went back the other way to our car. My buddy was driving and I started feeling sick. Not wanting to throw up in his car, I jumped out of the car as it was still going (accounts differ, but the average is that the car was going around 20-25.) and puked there. Then we got to my house.
I don’t remember much of the night, though I know I tried to drown myself in the little pond in the backyard. I was convinced that I had gone insane and that I would be that way forever. Finally, about 4 or 5 hours later, my friends pointed out to me that I’d taken acid. I immediately came down and was fine.
I only tried acid one more time in my life after that – and that was also a bad trip.
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4. The song that changed his life
Okay, so my friend had one bad experience from weed and never wanted to do it again. I argued that he had only the one bad experience and that because he’d been drinking, it might have been the booze that made him sick. After about a year of debating it, he agreed to smoke with myself and some other friends.
It goes good for a bit and we decide to play Rockband, specifically, The Beatles. My friend is laughing and having a great time, and we’re laughing with him. We play “I am the Walrus” and he talks about how he finally understands it and we laugh. We take a break after that and while we’re just goofing off, we ask my friend what the song meant. He starts to say something, goes really pale, and says, “I don’t want to talk about it,” goes into one of the bedrooms, and goes to sleep.
To this day, he has no idea what he was going say, but he doesn’t like the song anymore.
5. This could have been prevented
Not mine, but a close friend of mine. He was out climbing with 2 other friends after they consumed some shrooms. One of the people with him had a bad home life, and has been suicidal in the past, we’ll call him Sal. He was a generally happy kid, at least outwardly. The day got progressively colder, which is strange for this part of the world. They were climbing the final stretch to the summit, prepared to smoke a few bowls at the top. Sal was a little behind the my two other friends. Suddenly he started screaming, saying he needed to go home. My two other friends tried to calm him down, but since they were climbing there was not a lot they could do. Sal got quiet, so my friends thought he had come back to reality a little.
They got to the top and looked down just in time to see Sal do a gainer off of the cliffside, which was ~100ft. The fall instantly killed him. The other two people scrambled down the hill as fast as they could, but there was nothing they could do. Search and Rescue was called, body collected, and that was that.
6. My heart beats like a drum, like a drum, dum dum dum
One day I was beginning to get very concerned that my prescription of Adderall was building tolerance too fast so I took an extra dosage in an attempt to rediscover the genuine profound interest that I had in learning at the very beginning when I started taking my script, instead I ended up feeling my heart tap against my rib cage for awhile. Very different experience I will say.
Bonus Story; The First time I took Adderall was from my friend who insisted that I have ADD (Which is very true) but I was not for taking drugs, but eventually gave over because I had a hard night and had to work the next day. Well she wasnt very smart about it and gave me a 30mg IR for my first time, and well it ends with my Manager being impressed at me trying to work an entire Little Caesars by myself.
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7. Losing touch with reality isnt always as pleasant
It was the second time I grew some Cubensis B+. I ate 2.5g with my wife, as usual. But this harvest was very powerful for unknown reason.
We lost control and have no idea what happened so far. Some pieces of memory are about walking in another dimension and changing it with my own mind. In real world I broke everything in the flat, left several hematomas on my wife. (She lost her memory too, but did not move around like I did.)
And I fell from 3rd floor with no pants. I broke my spine hard, luckily bone pieces did no damage to spinal nerves. I found myself in the circle of frightened neighbours with my penis naked.
8. Feeling like the awkward Yeti
I’ve tried over 10 illegal drugs in my time, from class C’s to A’s. The only, and I repeat the only bad experience I’ve ever had was this.
I was very stoned with my brother and came home to find our house full of my step dads family. Now anybody that’s ever experienced similar knows what an awkward experience this can be. Anyhow we came in and got some food and sorta stood around awkwardly. Then the stepdad’s family started making subtle jokes. “Oh you’re hungry”…..”Got munchies? That sort of thing. It wasn’t done in a funny way. We were both in early teens and had a group of adults we didn’t know particularly well laughing and making fun of us in our own home. I was left feeling slightly sick and full of resentment over the issue.
9. Giving everyone a bad trip
We were doing shrooms (5 people, 2 of them for the first time) at a friends’ house (or rather his parents’ house). At first it went pretty well but the friend in whose parents house we were tripping began to freak out. He was sure his parents had returned from their trip and was very paranoid. He insisted on keeping the door locked and turned down the music we were listening to.
Soon, there was a strong tension in the air. His paranoia really brought the group down and we all started to get closer and closer to a bad trip. Our efforts to calm and comfort him weren’t really successful.
In the end, 3 of us decided to leave him and his girlfriend to go to my house. Of course, we assured them that nothing would happen to them and that tomorrow they would be back to normal (I’ve had bad trips before and would repeat this to myself to keep a grip – it works. For me at least.) We were feeling really bad for leaving them but I think it was the only option to keep the whole group from experiencing a bad trip.
The 3 of us went to my house and we had one the most fun trips I ever had, playing with my cat, laughing and talking.
The 2 we left at our friends house just went to bed (of course they couldn’t sleep right away, as anyone who ever took shrooms can attest you) and the next day it was all okay.
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10. No memory of anything
So, my friend and I decided to do shrooms together with one of his friends. We did them, then decided that it would be a great idea to walk over to a party that was near his house. At this party, we ended up drinking some and hanging out with this guy who I can’t remember his name. Let’s call him Alfred for now. Afterwards, the three of us, along with the new guy, decide that we need to get high. We go over to my friend’s pot dealer’s house (I have no idea who drove, but I’m fairly certain we were all not in a position to drive).
We get to the pot dealers house, which is a solid 10 minute drive away. This is when I can’t remember anything else. I woke up in Alfred’s car (I assumed since it wasn’t any of the three of us) with Alfred not being seen. We were also in a cornfield about 30 minutes away, and we destroyed a ton of corn so we were around the middle of the field. There was crap in the backseat of the car and I was bundled in a sleeping bag without my shirt. We decided that we should just tell the farmer about what happened, and he was surprisingly cool about it. He just asked us to work for him over the summer to pay off the damages. He called the police to come pick up the car, so the three of us never got in trouble. To this day, I have no idea where Alfred is.
11. Someone has to be the responsible one
Me and my friend were bored at our halls in uni so we decided to smoke a lot of weed. We went out in to the park and for the first hour or so it was hilarious, talking complete crap, laughing uncontrollably and then staggering to the late night corner shop to get a load of Doritos. All was well and I felt like my start to university was going just as planned.
But then we get back into my room/flat, and the giggles wear off a bit but we’re pretty happy just chilling to some music. Or so I thought – she suddenly starts going on about how ‘boring‘ everything was and I how boring I am, and generally just being a complete jerk about everything that I tried to do to cheer her up a bit (because frankly, I was pretty damn happy with the spacey feeling I had.) Anyway she finally goes back to her own room and I settle down to watch some good old Robot Chicken and giggle to myself, and then 10 minutes later she comes knocking and screaming at my door trying to get in because she’s convinced her tongue piercing is swelling up and she’s going to die in her sleep.
It took me 2 hours to calm her down, not to mention I had no to time to get dressed properly so trying to comfort your friend while you’re only in a old thin tshirt and some knickers is pretty damn awkward when she’s trying to hug and grab onto you and making you promise to stay up all night so she doesn’t choke to death. Euuuuchh, never again.
12. When a popsicle and toothbrush brings you back to reality
A bunch of friends got together to trip one night. I was staying sober (well, drinking) to make sure no one did anything stupid, as some of them tended to do. Everyone is having a good time – listening to music, playing Katamari Damacy, talking, just hanging out – when my significant other at the time and I decide to go outside and look at the stars. We had been outside for 10 minutes or so when he tells me he wants to go home, he thinks he ate to much acid. I told him we would leave soon. I didn’t want to walk home in case he had a freak out on the street and I wasn’t up to driving just yet.
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In the house there were these big red buttons that when you pushed them they started yodeling. We always joked that when the zombie apocalypse happened we would alarm the house by pressing them. Someone pressed one and my S/O lost all connection with reality. He started screaming and screaming and screaming. He was convinced something actually [cut] terrible had happened and it was all because of him. I stayed up with him for 3 or 4 hours. It was terrifying. Not being able to get through to him and help calm him down, watching someone I love be in such an awful place and not be able to do anything about it.
He came to a couple times and I knew it was safe to get him to the car and get home. We got home without incident. He had a few more episodes but seemed to be coming out of it. Around sun up he told me he wanted to try and get some sleep. While I was helping him load up his toothbrush he told me he wanted a popsicle before he brushed his teeth. He was standing in the bedroom with his frozen treat in one hand and toothbrush in the other and he looked so confused. He had a sudden moment of clarity and said “I just made a huge idiot out of myself didn’t I?” I told him it was his own damn fault.
The next morning he made a huge batch of homemade soft pretzels and took them to our friends house as a sort of “sorry for being that guy” gift.
13. Creepy out of mind and body experience
4 of us, three close friends and a girl we kind of knew, got a half of shrooms for a nice sunny saturday. threw them on peanut butter crackers and an hour later we were off. It started amazing. We played on a trampoline, talked about random but incredibly deep stuff. I think we may have devised a plan to fix the whole world, but as with most plans made when high, it was forgotten.
Anyway, we decided to go for a walk since it was so nice outside. Went through a neighborhood to a park and greeted everyone we saw. It was great. Until we get to the park. As soon as we get there we sit on this grassy hill. The girl we are with silently stands up, and walks over to a park bench to sit alone. One of my friends walks over to see if she’s okay, takes one look at her face, and hits the ground in front of her and starts shaking. Me and the other guy run over and look at him and he’s full on shaking. Not talking, responding, anything. Turn around and she is actually, cut/copy/pasted right out of the exorcist. Her eyes are rolled back in her head. Her mouth is foaming. Joints and spine bent at what seemed to be impossible angles. I tell my other friend to sit with her and see if he can help her find her way back. My other friend looks at me and says “I need your phone, I think she needs an ambulance. He stops shaking and says “Yeah, here. He’s back. I am on the phone with the ambulance telling them I think she is possibly having an allergic reaction to some mushrooms we ate.
When I look at her again, her whole body kind of… writhes, and her eyes snap back down. She has tears rolling out of her eyes and a huge smile on her face. I tell the ambulance dispatcher Never mind she is okay, send the ambulance back. She asks me for my name and location and I say, “We have to go now, we will not be here if the ambulance shows up, but we are fine, thank you. My other friend is still shaken and to this day he will not be around her. He describes her kind of like the dark man in “the stand. Later, she describes what was going on as like a full mind and body orgasm. It lasted about 5 of the longest minutes of my life.
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15. Don’t accept unknown drugs
I was 19 years old, and my group of friends decided to get together for the usual booze and card-playing Friday night. One of the guys was the brother of a prominent dealer in town, so it was decided that we’d score some weed at discount pricing.
We weren’t prepared for what we were to receive. Included in our package of goods was what was referred to as “kief”. Now even to this day, I am not an experienced smoker, and this was the first time trying weed. Long story short, we share a large blunt completely covered in the white, powdery substance. I ended up taking 6 full hits in a row at the urging of my buddies.
20-30 minutes later, my heart feels like it’s going to explode, and I’m completely terrified for no reason. I spent the next 8-10 hours freaking out, to the point of needing to be lightly restrained. One guy (experienced smoker) is rolling around in the highway moaning. It took two other people to drag him off the road just before a car ran him over. Another guy is trying to pull mailbox posts out off the ground, and cannot be reasoned with. The whole night was total chaos, and I can say it was the worst night of my life.
In retrospect, I’m pretty sure that powdery substance was not “kief”. The lesson here – never accept what a drug dealer refers to as “his good stuff”.
16. How did they end up in different places?
I was 18 at the time and not making my best decisions, I took on the advice of a young man to consume Dramamine for recreation. Problem is that we didn’t accurately discuss quantity so a friend and I bought a family sized box of pills to consume each. This was in downtown Portland on a Saturday night. Well I’d drank plenty of Robo in the past along with psychedelics, but nothing prepared me for this trip. I’d had about 2/3 of the box of pills in me and my body got really heavy. As in, had to pull myself along on the sidewalk, like in a dream. We made it back to a nightclub populated by friends but didn’t have the ability to walk in the door, so we inched our way near a dumpster and tried to put our thoughts together. There was a really disconnected moment where I was being yelled at for blindly consuming that crap, while trying to communicate with my friend. Our words wouldn’t line up and we couldn’t figure out how to pace a conservation, just talking nonsense on top of each other. Suddenly I watched a skyscraper bend in the middle and come down on top of me, crushing me.
I wake up in a cop car, my friend wakes up in a hotel.