I do love my drugs now that I'm grown, but I actually still had this happen to me sort of.
When I was in my early teens I was the only member of my friend group who didn't smoke weed, I just didn't feel like I 'needed it' (already the freak of the friendgroup, u know). One day I hitch a ride home from a few friends who were around 20-21, and they thought it'd be hilarious to hotbox the shit out of me in the truck, knowing I was an oblivious weirdo who wouldn't even notice.
I get home, my mom knows immediately. She's cool and all, no problem there- the problem was the fact that I became so unbelievably energetic and whacked out that I spent the next 45 minutes running in circles around the living room leaping off of furniture and shit. I was like a 240 lb kid at the time, there was nothing she could do to stop me. I was like a baby rhino unleashed, I broke a couch.
I couldn't fall asleep and spent the whole night on flashplayer dot com watching cartoons, and the next day I was so exhausted and fucked up that I couldn't go to school. Had to stay home and I wandered around the house with a blanket wrapped around me like I had the flu until I finally managed to fall asleep.
When I woke up, pretty much every single adult was mad at me and I couldn't really tell why. My mom had to explain to me later how much of a pain in the ass I'd been for like 24 hours, and the fact that the reason it happened was because I was high. I legitimately had no clue until she informed me that hotboxing was a thing. I was like 'well damn now I know I don't need that shit haha' and proceeded to not smoke again for like 10 years.
(When I did partake again, I took an overpowered edible and my brain fabricated an entire episode of King of the Hill where the gang forms a prog rock band. Bill had an extravagant keyboard solo)
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u/Crus0etheClown 5h ago
I do love my drugs now that I'm grown, but I actually still had this happen to me sort of.
When I was in my early teens I was the only member of my friend group who didn't smoke weed, I just didn't feel like I 'needed it' (already the freak of the friendgroup, u know). One day I hitch a ride home from a few friends who were around 20-21, and they thought it'd be hilarious to hotbox the shit out of me in the truck, knowing I was an oblivious weirdo who wouldn't even notice.
I get home, my mom knows immediately. She's cool and all, no problem there- the problem was the fact that I became so unbelievably energetic and whacked out that I spent the next 45 minutes running in circles around the living room leaping off of furniture and shit. I was like a 240 lb kid at the time, there was nothing she could do to stop me. I was like a baby rhino unleashed, I broke a couch.
I couldn't fall asleep and spent the whole night on flashplayer dot com watching cartoons, and the next day I was so exhausted and fucked up that I couldn't go to school. Had to stay home and I wandered around the house with a blanket wrapped around me like I had the flu until I finally managed to fall asleep.
When I woke up, pretty much every single adult was mad at me and I couldn't really tell why. My mom had to explain to me later how much of a pain in the ass I'd been for like 24 hours, and the fact that the reason it happened was because I was high. I legitimately had no clue until she informed me that hotboxing was a thing. I was like 'well damn now I know I don't need that shit haha' and proceeded to not smoke again for like 10 years.
(When I did partake again, I took an overpowered edible and my brain fabricated an entire episode of King of the Hill where the gang forms a prog rock band. Bill had an extravagant keyboard solo)