Man oh man. I know the notion of "spiked" weed is generally a joke given that it would make the weed cost more not less. But picked up a 10 last night to have a couple of joints with a friend, and when i was looking at the bud there were two parts where there was just a solid sheen. Not individual trichs, just like a 3mmx3mm flat glassy solid shiny bit.
Smoked it anyway.
After just half a joint my heart beat went through the roof, started feeling sick, started losing my vision and upon trying to get to the bathroom just in case, legs just gave up and i collapsed on the carpet and started sweating like i've never sweat in my life, literally pouring down my face, before going ice cold. Very very peculiar. Gonna roll up another now and see what happens
I had an experience like that in Poland a couple of years back.
Me and the girlfriend were sightseeing round Krakow and I came across a sort of tiny little head shop down an ally,all smiley rave face stickers on the window and stuff.
I steps in and the Polish guy behind the counter stands up says hello,the only thing in this shop is the guy and a glass topped display counter like in a jewellers.
Looking inside the counter I notice this guy only sells two things,a few pipes and 'legal' smoking mixtures in packets (about 7-8 kinds). I got the girlfriend to ask him (I speak very little Polish) which in his opinion was the best.
He said he doesn't smoke himself but "this one" and "this one" are very popular,so I worked out the price and they were around £8 each for about 0.5g (expensive I know). I thought I'd give them a try as I was in Poland with no weed and not much chance of getting any. I don't fancy getting 3 years in jail just for possession and those Polish coppers are all roid heads with Glocks,they make our lot look like G4!
Anyway I bought a bag of his 2 best sellers and a little 1 hitter pipe. He then muttered something to the girlfriend as we were leaving and she said "Oh he say's be careful with that one it's quite strong", I'm like "Yeah right babe what's it gonna do,it's legal? And I'm a boss! ".
Oh Yorkie you silly,silly little boy!
About an hour later I have a pipe of the 'strong' stuff,taste's like crap but gives me a bit of a sativa type tingle in the back of my head. "well at least I'm not completely straight" I thought to myself and then we go for a steak and a beer. After this I have another pipe,same chemical straw taste and the tingle gets stronger. We go back to the hotel to change ready for the cinema as the girlfriend had found a little family owned boutique type place with only 20 seats and a custom JBL sound system,they were showing 'Inception' 6 weeks before the UK release date and with the conversion rate it cost £1.50 each!
So while getting ready I blasted another few pipes to get me set for the night,4-5 I'd say and we then set off to the cinema which was about 15 mins walk away.
10 mins into the film I started to feel a little dizzy with a thumping head,like I was hungover. It gradually got worse and worse to the point of me sitting sideways in my seat,hunched up in the fetal position nearly crying with pain from my head. She said "you pissed?" and I said "not likely,I've only had 2 halfs with me steak". I excused myself and went to the toilet sensing imminent vomit, I didn't manage to get anywhere near the toilet cubical before I pebble-dashed the entire 6 basin sink unit and mirror with projectile steak chunks!
I stayed there sweating my tits off with my head in the toilet bowl 'whitey-ing' like a good un until the movie finished and my girlfriend quite concerned,came to find me.
She took one look at the sweat pouring out of me and said "shit you look a mess,you OK?", I sheepishly replied with a shaky voice "er....no".
She said "right we'd better get you to the hotel down the back streets before a copper sees you,thinks you're some kind of junkie and locks you up", I'm like "are you serious?" and she's like "do I look like I'm joking?".
So then I mop myself up (leaving the pebble-dashed sink unit and mirror in a right state,I wouldn't have wanted to hear what the cleaner had to say in the morning!) and we set off,staggering zig zag along the streets I'm so fucked up and unable to focus by this point that the 15 min walk back to the hotel took 3 hours! I kept having to stop every few yards or so to throw up,how passing tourists didn't have me arrested I'll never know.
We got back to the hotel and she went mental "do you know how long that's just taken us? fuck you mash head,I'm off to bed!". Now it's about 2.30am and I'm well wrecked,Like I've done a 24 case of Stella cans! I then stripped off naked and tried to lay on the floor without holding on,still sweating buckets.
I think I passed out about 5.00am,as soon as I woke up (still feeling fucking strange) I binned both bags and the pipe but I still wasn't right for the next 2 days.
The moral of the story is when some guy who makes a living from selling nothing more than 'legal highs' tells you to be careful with that stuff,you should listen to his advice!
I think it was sprayed with something from the JWH family and not a good part of the family either,more like the 'black sheep,ginger stepchild'!
