I got this serious sativa cross that flattens your head a little (hatband buzz) and then 30 minutes later starts to kick you all over the carpet. The yield is in the dirt - you get maybe an ounce from a plant under ideal conditions, but the creeper is the grim creeper. Bastard sneaks up, slams your ass right on the floor (too many hits means you will be puking sick from marijuana poisoning) and then you lose all cognitive abilities. All that goes through your head is static. Concentration is for the other guys as you are just doing good to be able to breath in and out without having to consciously make the effort. Your cheeks start to burn and you ask yourself (for the umpteenth time), "why did I have to push it?" The next few hours of the day (or night) will now be realigned due to the changes in color perceptions and "mini-star" light flashes that accompany movement of the eyes. You look at your watch and try to remember when you took the first hit and that is no longer a driving concern; now you just want to be able to function - to test your abilities to do something other than remain frozen in time and yet it will not be. Cleaning up yourself will have to wait; it's important but the wall is far more interesting and the television suddenly became the greatest invention since air.
Creeper is something like that I guess...
Creeper is something like that I guess...