Worst few hours of my life. I remember thinking "this is it. This is what hell would feel like." I couldn't even think straight and all I could manage was "dude this sucks. I can't do this for much longer. How long does this ... this sucks."
I don't smoke, never eat edibles, tried on a whim. I hate half but it turned out to be a 100 mg gummy. Meaning I ate 50 as a total newcomer. Online recommends a few MGs lol. Like .5 to 3. I did 50.
No wonder I freaked the fuck out... internally at least.
Then I had the heart pounding through the chest worrying me I might have a heart attack. I contemplated calling EMS or something, than I would laugh and be like "I'm just high dude, it's not a huge deal." I never seriously considered calling an ambulance, but I was thinking that I might need to if it got worse or if it didn't go away.
I would shake my head and come back to reality for a bit, look around at familiar objects to remind myself who I was and where I was. Then the heart pounding would come back and I'd be worrying about a heart attack until I laughed again and felt calm. It came and went in waves, each peak a little less overwhelming and each low a little more clear and back to "reality."
My big worry was that I had no idea how long it was going to last either, like NO IDEA. I thought I'd heard 8 hours somewhere before and that was terrifying me. If that lasted 8 hours I'd have lost it. It went away a little bit after like 45-60 minutes, to the point where I could calm down and go to sleep, enjoying the spinning room and light show along the way. As I fell asleep I thought, "ok, now I can kinnnd of see why people like this. It could be cool if it was like, 75% less intense."
I truly didn't know weed could do that to a human being. That's how I imagined a terrible acid trip or something.
I swear I HATE this narrative and it is incredibly ignorant. It WAS NOT ABOUT THE TAX AMOUNT. Hell, it was hardly about the TAXES. Ever heard of the Magna Carta? No? It was British law, very old British Law, that prohibited taxation without representation. He was taxing colonists yet they were allowed no seats in Parliament. This was a clear violation of law and the Crown would not budge.
The rallying cry was not "no taxes!'" ... it was "No taxation with Representation!"
As I said before Floyd fucking knew. meth and fentanyl are nothing like percs. Two percs will barely hold off withdrawal for an addict (10-20 mg of hydrocodone) two fentanyl/meth combo pills will turn your brain inside out. He knew. He had also used them before.
Because Floyd voluntarily ate fetanyl/meth pills? Or what, bc he told them they were percs? Dude Floyd knew, meth and fentanyl are nothing like percs. Two pervs will barely hold off withdrawal for an addict, two fentanyl meth pills will turn your brain inside out. He knew.
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