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Vroota! - you should read the whole thing - it's only 12 double-spaced pages and a quick read despite. It's at least about something you're actively interested in, right?
As for overdosing on weed I certainly have; while it was nowhere near a lethal dose it was certainly incapacitating. Sophopmore year I went home for christmas and didn't smoke for three weeks. I came back and on the road I called my friend to have an 8th ready for me because my ass needed to fucking smoke (I hate long drives without any weed), and so it's all set, and I get back, and we get down to the Tubin'. Now, for those of you unfamiliar with my gravity bong, it gives lots of people very uncomfortable highs and has given a couple of people panic attacks (one girl got abducted by aliens in her car and the other guy lay in bed and got sent to Mars). I, myself, decided that I really needed a good baker's dozen g-tubes to get me high, after having not smoked in a month, and I proceeded to get so high I could barely walk. Somehow I did manage to get to my bathroom where I stayed for an hour and a half or so, vomiting profusely as the world spun about around me. I ended up laying my arm across the toilet and putting my head on my arm facing the bowl (the whole time thanking myself that my mother taught me to clean house before leaving on a trip on not when you return) vomiting each time I so much as turn my head or try to sit up. It got easier to just go with it and try to remain still. Pretty hard-core, not a whole lot of fun, but I remember it actually wasn't that unpleasant of an experiance, either. Especially considering it included lots of puking.
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