I smoked something my neighbor called colombian thunderfuck when I was 12. It's the only time I ever wondered if weed was lethal. Visuals were like mescaline, vivid color and object outlines 'crawled'. Physical effect was like sitting on the couch and becoming part of it, like a major barometric pressure drop.
The good was short lived, full blown anxiety so intense I knew I was a goner. I'll be 50 this June and 38 years seems like yesterday, walking home and thinking I'd die before I made it.
Low tolerance can be a terrible thing.
The good was short lived, full blown anxiety so intense I knew I was a goner. I'll be 50 this June and 38 years seems like yesterday, walking home and thinking I'd die before I made it.
Low tolerance can be a terrible thing.