Posted 02 October 2008 - 10:17 PM
Me and my friend went to amsterdam this summer for two days. Our goal was to go into every coffeeshop we encountered. We went into about 7. We collected probably a half ounce of white widow, super skunk, and trainwreck. We probably smoked about 20 bowls out of various bongs and a sherlock homes pipe. We found one really chill shop and stayed there for about an hour puffing on these huge cone J's of super skunk (if you ever get a chance try super skunk, it makes white widow seem like pet dander) and we each had a space cake. About an hour goes by and the cakes start to kick in REAL HARD. I buy one more and we leave. Then we were sitting on this big weird sculpture and i'm laughing harder than ive ever laughed as i feed a pigeon some space cake crumbs. I remember thinking to myself "this is it, there's no way a human being can be higher than this" I eat space cake # 2
My friend said his mouth was dry so we went on a search to find some juice. On the way i smoke two personal J's (at this point its just a habbit). About 20 minutes later we're back into a coffeeshop and im smoking a bowl of trainwreck out of a bong. I offer my friend some hits and he says he's two high as is. I probably smoke 10 bowls as fast as possible. All of a sudden this french guy comes up to us and asks if he can borrow the bong, and i gave it to him. My friend says he cant believe i gave it away, and i said "yeah, well, who knows. He could just be trying to save us from a great day gone wrong"
For about ten minutes we sit there laughing at the dutch commercials on tv. My second space cake has more than kicked in by now, i keep seeing little things in the corner of my eye. All of a sudden my friend says "OH FUCK, IM NOT FEELING GOOD, SHIT, FUCK, THIS IS NOT GOOD:eek:." and he stands up and briskly walks out of the coffeeshop leaving me confused as fuck. I go outside and he's having a panic attack of epic proportions. "this isnt good man....im not feeling good, ooo shit, this is bad, i might have to go back to the hotel" (which by the way is in amstel and i dont know what tram to get on)
The next two hours consist of me sitting with him as he repeats "this isnt good, NOT GOOD" he also tells me he thinks he has weed psychosis, and when i tell him theres no such thing he yells at me insisting there is and he has it. Several times he busted up laughing, and then i laughed because i thought it was over, then he would freak out and yell STOP LAUGHING AT ME I DONT FEEL GOOD. The problem with this is that I'm sure i was at least twice as high as he was, as i had smoked and eaten about twice as much as him, and he was drowning me with the most overwhelming fear. I really thought he lost his fucking mind. At one point the police walked past us he yelled "FUCK, COPS!!!!" At this point i got us a taxi and we went back to the hotel. I continued to talk him through it, telling him the worst is over. Then i put No Sex For Ben by The Rapture on the stereo. He thought it was such a funny great beautiful song that his bad trip ended and we went downstairs to eat a few pounds of french fries then pass out.
The worse part of the whole experience was that Ice Cube was in town that night, tickets for only 20 euros and we were fucking psyched to see him, and thats why we took the train that particular weekend. I can confidently say that no one on this board has ever been THAT high.
Sorry about the long post, but you all know how it is:smoking:
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