I Had a Siezure Tonight.(Long Read)

I had a siezure tonight,an occurance that left me with more questions than answers. The reason; an eighth of some very potent golden caps that look so god damn delicious sitting there on my counter begging for me to gobble them up in a crunchy peanut butter sandwhich. They sat there for days, no hours, i litterally had them for half an hour before pigishly indulging. I admit im weak when it comes to high quality pchycodelics.

Instead, I packed the magic fungus in some warm pizza rolls which seemed logical but it left my stomach in knotts until the cartoon world set in. Soon after i started to feel as though i was in a real life movie version of Rockos Modern Life(old cartoon, nevermind why am i telling you this) when my best friend from High school called me to tell me he had bought a Hookah on whim and that he was coming over. I was overjoyed to share

some rasberry shisha with my best friend on shrooms, good times. He jumped through the door as he always did,"Hey bra, want some druuuugs." Then he set up the smoking device which looked inspired by the Disney version of Alice in Wonderland if you know what i mean. I puffed the sweet smoke for 10 minuites before i felt my head fill with air and my eyes sank into the back of my head and periferral vision was completely gone

(extreme tunnel vision). Then "Flip" like a light switch, "Oh Fuck" I had an overwelming feeling of intense uncontrolable fear, I could litterally see dagers of light penetrate my body and cut me to pieces(I was flippin seein this shit happenin). I decided to sit down on the Python, I mean the chair, it was a python chair!!, why the fuck am i sitting on a snake I thought as my stomach tightened and let out a depressing squill,"Jesus Christ

save my ass", Last thing i heard before i died, i mean siezured was my friend say,"Hey man you need to hide this weed", then I dozed off into a sleep that seemed to be controlled, as if i were being put under by anesthesia. As soon as my eye lids shut i was hurled in to an ocean of twisting oak trees and outlines of sail boats that were riding a tidal wave of blueish green intertwining trees, lots of fucking trees ok? The huge trees

swayed with a horrible sound that can only be described as a commercial airliner crashing into the World Trade Center(RIP). It was HELL, or as close to it as my 19 year old eyes have witnessed. As quilckly as it set in I was back to reality wondering "Why the fuck is this big nosed German holding a trash can in front of my face?","Why am i covered in Mountain Dew?", Did I die? Was I out? I could have done anything in those 30 seconds,

or was it hours? "What the Fuck! no seriously dude, what the fuckin FUCK!" I grasped the python chair as securley as i could realizing how unsettling is was to have such a gap in space time that even my drugged out, porn fetish mind couldnt comprehend it. Its as if some mad scientist Googled my brain for my deepest fears and made them my main focus for 30 seconds. It was deep and it was dark. The person channeling the light at

the end of my tunnel was a sick, swine motherfucker, ide like to think it was Satan but it was devine in its own right. My friend asked as i slightly came back into sane thinking,"whats the trouble bro". I yelled in a sarcastic voice "The trouble is Im sitting on a god damn snake you nazi", he laughed and said "You Fucking siezed bro" and i cried. Ok i didnt cry but i could have. I was deeply disturbed that this horrible occurance had taken place and that I was the lone culpret. I thought of some inspiring quotes that

would calm me down because My German friend had left me in this cartoon world of sorts(I was still very high) I thought of my favorite piece of litterature Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (If you havnt read it, please do). Hunter S. Thompson wrote"You can turn your back on a person but never turn your back on a drug", I turned my back on shrooms, i paid the toll booth with a siezure, fuck my life. I decided to pick up the pieces and go home, now im writing to you beautiful people here on GC, what do you make of my Freak Out? If you think this is a rambling pile of shit, it probably is cause im trippin balls, goodnight.

 

thanks bro, im a print communications major at University of Tennessee chatt, im a gonzo jornalism fanattic

 

glad you guys like it, god knows ive been burning my eyes out writing that thing on my bright computer

 

bump, cause im a douchebag

 

thanks for the good words, just curious, have you ever had a siezure while on pchycedelics, im still trying to figure out if my experience was an isolated one

 

ya the hospital was a no go cause im still way to high as we speak, im definatley gonna get checked out,im just lucky i had my German with me to dump some soda on my face

 

im glad, i wrote the story especially for you man

 

thats the truth, DXM is nothing to fuck with

 

i appreciate it bro, unexpectedly good responses tonight