My friend was NOT OKAY last night.

Prepare yourself for a long story / thread, I'm one of those spare-no-detail storytellers here, so bear with me.

Alright, so last night, I'm just chillin' at home when I get a call from one of my friends, M (the one referred to in the title of this friend). He says that him, C, and G are hanging out at the nearby park, and wants to know if I can come chill. I'm down, so I get in the car and drive over there.

When I get there, I park my car and get into my friend C's car, and we spark up a blunt and smoke a little bit. Then C whipped out a fifth and some orange juice, but we knew one of us had to drive, so we kept it to about a shot or two worth of vodka for each of us. Deciding that we needed to get some more weed, we pooled our money and dipped out to some dealer's house that G knows.

We roll up to the house and walk in through a sliding glass door. The guy who was gonna hook us up seemed pretty cool, he let us all in even though neither I nor C knew him at all. So we buy about 1/8th of "Sweet Tooth" off of him and then he offers to let us hit his Volcano vape. Of course, we're all down.

We ended up passing around two full vape bags between the five of us, and damn was that shit supreme. It felt like there was electricity bouncing around inside my head. The guy also passed around a little bubbler that each of us hit once or twice. Then, G, M, and the guy rigged up a gravity bong and each proceeded to hit it. Me and C chilled on the couch, not wanting to get any more high. Once the gravity bong was done, we all sat back down and started watching Napoleon Dynamite on TV.

THIS IS WHERE SHIT STARTS TO POP OFF.

So M is holding the mini bubbler and then drops it on the floor, looking down at it confusedly. I look over at him and he looks back at me, lookin' super pale and sickly and tired. All of a sudden, he tenses and draws his whole body up, as if he was about to stretch or something. But instead, his arms go super rigid and zombie-like, and he suddenly just slams them down and across the coffee table, sending cans and dishes flying everywhere, then he proceeds to collapse backwards into the fireplace.

At that point, we realized it was time to dip out, so we hauled him up off the ground and walked him out to the car. On the way there, he kept repeating, "Dude, dude, dude, dude, dude..." After a while, he started to spout random single words, like "Three... Red... Arm... Josephine..." We finally get him in the car and pull out, as he starts yelling, "I NEED TO RELEARN TIME!"

We hit up the Taco Bell drive through with our remaining cash, with M passed out in the back left seat. We get some Taco Bell, then pull over to a spot in the parking lot. Somehow, C and G end up with all the food, and M and I are left with nothing. All of a sudden, M seems to wake up, and the first thing he looks at is the taco in G's lap. He begins to wave his hand at the taco and repeat, "Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that," like a robot or zombie or something. We all have a good laugh, but as the laughter dies down, M just keeps on waving his arm and saying, "Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that, GIMME THAT!" in increasing loud volume. All of a sudden, he is just screaming bloody murder, slamming back and forth in his seat and staring dead ahead as if he's either about to kill someone or is about to get killed, as we desperately try to calm him down. We seriously thought he was about to die or something.

We got him calmed down and gave him the burrito. He took a bite and let it sit in his mouth for a while and then started mumbling, "I'm sorry guys, what did we just do, what's in my mouth?" All of a sudden, he leaned over and threw up. Then, he seemed super energized, and was buckling up his seat belt and yelling, "NO, I'M COOL, LET'S GO, LET'S GO, LET'S GO!"

After much flipping out and screaming, we realized we had to get him to a safe, quiet, secluded place, so we started up the car again to head for the parking lot of a nearby school. As soon as we started driving, M flips out again, and starts throwing up all over the back seat. I remember one moment where his arms (which were all zombie-locked again) were waving all over the back seat and he grabbed my face in his fingertips and stared at me like he wanted me to rescue him or some shit. Then he passed out.

We finally get to the parking lot, and proceeded to spend about two hours there, waiting for M to wake up from his sleep. A couple different people rolled through to pay their respects, just in case he died (kidding, kidding, people just wanted to know what was up with him). He woke up a couple times, then vomited, sat down on the ground, and proceeded to go into another screaming trance (this time he was shoveling the air in front of him into his mouth and making "NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM" noises). Finally, it started getting late, and even with M's lap and C's car covered in puke, we knew we had to take him home.

Long story short, we drove him back to the park, I got him back to my car, he cleaned himself up at my house, and then I drove him home. Seemed to be getting better around 1:00, about 3 or 4 hours after we first smoked.

CONCLUSION

Honestly, I've heard stories before about people passing out or throwing up or tripping on weed, and that's probably just what happened to M, but still, I've never seen anything like that happen before. The way he went into zombie-mode and started knocking shit all over the guy's living room, the way he was screaming "GIMME THAT!" like he was in physical pain for like 5 straight minutes while looking like he was about to kill someone, the way he would rapidly get better and then worse again... I don't know, but it was some SUPER SCARY SHIT.

Again, sorry for the long, overly-detailed story.

EDIT:

SEE MY POST ON THE SECOND PAGE TO READ MY FRIEND'S SIDE OF THE STORY.

 

As far as any of us know, he has no preexisting medical conditions (and neither do his parents), he is not on any medication or pills, and he did no other drugs that night.

And yes, we were EXTREMELY careful to keep him leaning forward with his mouth open and head facing down for the ENTIRE time he was sick.

And he seems to be fine now... I texted him to ask if it was okay to tell other people the story (I hate to just be spreadin' people's shit around without asking permission) and he said, "Yeah, but you might want to wait on that, 'cause it'll be about 10 times better once you hear MY half of the story..."

hahahaha

 

No, we didn't really consider taking him to the hospital, because:

1. He smokes a lot (he is a MUCH bigger smoker than me) and so if he had some sort of condition, it probably would have become apparent by now.

2. G, the more experience smoker amongst us, knew the guy we bought the stuff from and knew it wasn't laced or fucked with or anything, and he just kept repeating, "It's just really good weed, that's what'll happen to you."

3. Plus, he's not one of those guys with the chill parents who would give him a lecture on moderation and then drop it... If he went to the hospital and got caught for this, he'd pretty much be fucked for life. (I know, kinda stupid to place not getting in trouble ahead of physical safety, but the other two reasons make up for it i think).