The last time I smoked was when I was in Jamaica (5 years ago) with my now husband. Two hits and I laughed my ass off for five minutes, then passed out cold for four hours. Unfortunately, my husband gets very paranoid when he smokes and my condition (or lack thereof) only exacerbated it.
I woke up with him holding a mirror under my nose to see if I was still breathing.
Whammo,
Same thing happened to me. I know exactly what you mean about forgetting to breathe. I also felt like my heart was gonna pound out of my chest. This was after ingesting some pot brownies I’d scored from a friend who belonged to the local cannibas club (medical marijuana), which my friend told me were very potent. After waiting about 45 minutes for the effects to kick in, I decided the stuff was weak and ate another one. Big mistake. When it did hit me, I was knocked for a loop. I had previously smoked pot for a while with no side effects other than giggles and the munchies, but after this experience I found I was really anxious every time I got high, and consequently had “bad trips.” Finally I decided to give it up altogether, since I could no longer get into the right frame of mind beforehand. Now I’m supposed to be quitting cigarettes after tomorrow. Jeez, I miss my vices.
I do recall something from back in the day we called “Death Weed”, so called because it (it was rumored) had sent some guy someone knew to the hospital. I don’t remember those 3 months very well, so i’ll assume i had a great time.
One of my few memories of the time was a good friend trying to clean up some water, which had spilled on the floor. It was VERY important we catch this water before it hit the electrical wires on the floor so it wouldn’t cause the massive explosion we all had decided would follow.
While we were all cowering in a corner awaiting our doom, this friend (who had spilled the water) some how got his head stuck in the paper towel he was going to attempt to clean the water up with which had, naturally, gotten wound ‘round his head.
Convinced he had been captured by an octopus (and this scarce moments after getting his head stuck under the couch, causing the water spillage in the first place) he began to jump around the room screaming “There’s a an octopus on my head! Jesus guys! Help me! There’s a fuckin’ octopus on my heaaaaaaaaaaaaad!!” while trying to get the towel off, which just made it tighter. This wasn’t helping us any, as the water was still creeping towards the wires and now Jay was being eaten by an octopus none of us could see. Personally, I was of the opinion that it was actually a Giant Squid.
I don’t recall how this mess ended, though i do recall somehow having the paper towel wrapped around my head at some point and an apple catching fire. I do believe Jay later ate said Apple, core and all, or maybe i wasn’t there for that… anyway, I’m reasonably sure this was all on the same occasion, though not really.
Also, one fine evening, i made the mix of lots’n’lots of rum with some (a bunch) of what must have been pretty good (daaaaaaamn good) stuff.
As i recall i was playing a drum, and then watching Stand By Me on my friends TV which wasn’t actually on at the time. Good times, good times…
Anyway, to answer your question, YES i do believe pot can have certain effects on reality. Whether it’s a “good trip” or a “bad trip” is entirely up to your mindset going into it and what you’re into.
(As an aside, if anyone is interested in reading the Book of Quotes i don’t remember keeping during this period, but know i did as it’s on my table, i’ll be happy to let a few of them out…)
Later later
Upham
Lord god that’s a long post…
Sorry y’all
Upham
What’s that painful chest-wheezing noise you get after laughing too hard?
Warn me before you post something like that, Upham!
–Tim
them’s were the days, duct tape on the door, incense burning it’s heart out, someone laying on their side drooling…
Makes me wonder why i ever left University (then i remember i did the same thing last summer and it didn’t cost $15,000 to do it…)
Upham
I once had a friend who bought a bag off of a guy who said, and I quote, “Dude, this is the shit that killed Elvis!” It was laced with something (God knows what) and to this day, my friend says he clearly remembers having a long, in-depth converation about Marxism with a Holstein cow.
I’ve smoked quite a bit, especially over this past summer, and my best friend always said that I “took weed to the acid place.” If I smoked too much, I’d hallucinate, spinning, colored circles would whirl in and out of my vision, and if we were driving somewhere, I’d feel like I was flying. Man, add a cigarette and I was catatonic!
Tha last time I smoked, it was KB and it was powerful. I was hugely fucked up. I could barely speak, and I tried my best not to blink for fear of what I would see when I closed my eyes. It was before my work party, and we went to a get-together at Friday’s beforehand. I had tried to put on my lipstick in the car and it was smeared all over my lower face region. I managed to fix it with the help of two strangers in the restroom. I could only stay for 10 minutes though, and had to go sleep it off in a parking lot before I actually went to the party.
After that, I decided my three-times-a-week habit should be dropped to three-times-a-year.
I never had a conversation with a cow, but the God I don’t actually believe in and I had a long discussion about my life’s purpose on a pier once. It was a few days later when I realized that “God” had just been the friend I was smoking with. 
um not to sound like an overprotective parent (I don’t even have kids) but do you really think this is a good idea? don’t you have enough issues to deal with at the moment?
Upham you will have to post some of the quotes from the mysterious book!!!
Puhleeeeeeez!!!
Happy new year by the way… to all of you (ex) pothead…
dodgy
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um not to sound like an overprotective parent (I don’t even have kids) but do you really think this is a good idea? don’t you have enough issues to deal with at the moment?
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Well Slowhand, I don’t mean to be mean or anything, but what “issues” could come up with smoking some pot? Please keep in mind that I am not exactly sober right now (2001, wooooooooooooooooooo!) But I am just curious as to what you mean.
Peace
Whammo: I’d been smoking up regularly, one summer 21 years ago. Then one night I had a bad trip, had trouble breathing, felt like my tongue had a mind of its own, was convinced I was going to die etc.
I haven’t used the stuff since.
It was a really horrible experience. Indeed, it was the worst experience of my entire life. Whenever I hear people saying how benign marijuana is, I can’t help but remember that night. If I’d known I’d have to experience that, it would have been better never to have touched it in the first place.
I wonder just how commonplace this is. It probably happens more often than people let on.
These days, when I want to get mellow, I meditate. It’s turned out to be far more productive, and it never weirds me out.
BornDodgy:
They’re pretty senseless, but enjoy:
http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?threadid=53454
Up “THOSE were the BEST years of my life???” ham
I don’t know what it is, but I think some people just can’t handle pot, for what that’s worth. That’s not a slight or anything, it’s just an observation.
Back in the day, there was this guy who used to hang with our crowd from time to time. He was loud and obnoxious, he always scammed beer or pot and never paid, real pillar of society kind of guy. But every time he got high, without fail, he would freak out. He’d sit on the couch laughing hysterically. Then after about ten minutes he’d get all serious and tell us he could no longer feel his legs, at which time he would decide he needed to concentrate on his nerve ending to make sure they were still working. The beauty of that situation is he would actually shut up for a half an hour and then leave.
So, every time we’d party and he’d show up, … “Hey Mike. wanna get high?” - “Yeah, cool!”
The moral of the story is - Pot is a useful tool for shutting up freaks who can’t handle it.
No, no, I mean the moral is - Don’t do drugs. Yeah, that’s it.
What Jack said: only people with fat 'nads should dabble in drugs.
How do you like these polyester pants?
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But every time he got high, without fail, he would freak out. He’d sit on the couch laughing hysterically. Then after about ten minutes he’d get all serious and tell us he could no longer feel his legs, at which time he would decide he needed to concentrate on his nerve ending to make sure they were still working. The beauty of that situation is he would actually shut up for a half an hour and then leave.
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My god that sounds like me! For the first few months I did it I would freak out and do crazy shit like roll around in a parking lot or go talk to cops who were busting people for…smoking weed! God talk about retarded. I remember one time being really stoned and drunk and I felt gravity slowly pulling me to the floor, and then it proceeded to flatten me like a pancake. Really funny, have it on video. People would always get mad and say “you’re gonna get us caught”. Of course I was the only one being silent and gettin my groove on with the floor while everyone else is like “holy shit I am fuckin stoned!” Fuckin hypocrites. Now I just sit there in my own little world.
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uhh. let’s start w/ some background
she’s 16.
she admit’s to being a cutter.
her mum spends too much time yelling and not enough time nurturing.
she’s having relationship problems.
so what kind of issues could there be?
while i support legalization, there has to be limits. personally I think the laws should be similar to current alcohol laws (at least here in NJ).
besides the age issues, and I take from personal experience here, when you are in the mental funk that she appears to be in you tend to have a really bad high. as stated above, weed like every other drug enhances the mood you have going in.
how ballistic do you think her mother is going to get when(not if) she finds out.
I just wanted to say that weed does not help nor make things worse (unless you get caught… that d make things worse definitely…)
Never smoke and expect it to change your mood to the better. If you feel shitty before you smoke your high will be a big low instead. But if you feel okay and smoke, you ll have a fine time.
There is nothing wrong with smoking if you are a cutters, bulimics, psychotics, unipolars, bipolars… and so on…
as long as they dont think it is gonna help them out of their problems.
But if your parents are already alarmed because they see your cuts they might go crazy if they find you high… remember: for most parents weed is just as bad as h.
They are too afraid to think straight.
Before I forget…
when I started smoking I was already pretty okay. There was some cutting now and then, and I was still slightly depressed, but I had a lot of good times and my psycho lady took the smoking as for what it was:
Just something I like to do with friends . Her only warning was not to overdoe it, cause if you are a regular smoker you might get indiffrent to things around you… the wrong kind of layed back…
dodgy
sorry for the preaching…
What exactly are the age issues? Just because I am younger than most, doesn’t mean that I have less of a hold on myself. And anyway, wouldn’t most people say that smoking weed would be a better alternative to cutting in the first place? Granted, my mom would have a cow if she found out, but she would also throw a fit if she found out about half of the other stuff I have done.
Whammo, it is very important that you drop trou right now and check to see that you still have both your nads. It is not at all uncommon for guys to experience a delayed reaction, about 5 days after an experience like yours, wher one - or in extreme cases both - gonads are spontaneously absorbed into the inguinal cavity. If one is gone, you may be able to save the remaining soldier with appropriate immediate medicat attention.
Yes, my friend, it sounds like you were definitely the victim of some suspect weed. However, any further advice will require extensive testing. So simply send me whatever you have left, or go out and buy me some more. I’ll get back to you.
If you don’t think pot is dangerous, you haven’t watched enough Streets of San Francisco or Hawaii 5-0. That shit will make you jump off of buildings, tinking you can fly (generally while wearing really unflattering clothes, a crappy haricut, and muttering “Everythings groovy, man.”)