Well this one isn’t technically crazy, but it’s pretty damn funny looking back at it. I was 15 on PAT ( Pre-Trial supervision for juveniles) and I always had to be with a parent, since my dad was always working, I was with my mom. Now my mom is a character, she’s the most loving, caring, and understanding person I know. I’d go as far to say that she’s literally my best friend. One time she went to go to her friends house to see if she could score some Oxys to sell off, and I met her friend Caleb. Now this guy is a Stoner by heart as he says, and I will never forget him. He wanted to celebrate me getting out of jail, and he rolled a 4K packed to the brim. We smoked on his front porch and he had this recliner (really white trash right? Lol.) He basically left the blunt to myself, and me spending most of my time smoking out of homemade one jitters and bongs, I was never one to smoke blunts or joints or anything that involves smoking a lot at one time. Now after about 5 minutes it was just a huge ass rush of just “wow, I’m pretty high aren’t I” and he only took a few hits. I had the whole blunt to myself and it was pretty great. His house was really close to a whataburger (shout out to people who know what it is) and me and him walked there. My mom drove cause she just isn’t one for walking ig, but while we were waiting inside, we were standing in line for like 10 minutes cause we had to wait for the Friday night drunk people to go and get their patty melt. I started to close my eyes, and mellow out, I was about to fall asleep, and next thing I know I bang my head on some dudes tray and I open my eyes to feel a honey butter chicken sandwich under my head, as I was falling down I guess he was walking past me and I ruined his late night dinner. Looking back I felt bad, but that was one of the best memories I’ve had of smoking with people. Sent from my iPhone using Grasscity Forum
Back about 20 years ago, I was working at Cracker Barrel in Evansville washing dishes at night. We'd part like rock stars all night. I was off or quit (don't remember) and two buddies showed up after work with this monster joint about half smoked. Sat there for a while, and the whole time I'm smoking away on this hooter. I was hearing this song. Low volume like it was the neighbor behind me. I'd never heard it before. I asked what song it was. They didn't hear it. I went outside to see if I could hear it better, but it was gone. Song must've been over, right? Ok. So I went back inside to get ready to go. I sat down to put on my shoes, and I heard it again. I asked them again if the could hear it. No. I turned around, and the only thing on the window sill was an aloe plant. That was some really good weed.
One time I smoked too much hydro and I felt like the world was shifting, sinking and blasting me in the face. It was so intense that I got paranoid and freaked.
My fourth time smoking weed my Uncle gave me Death Bubba. DAMN. My older cousin was supposed to look out for me. She accidentally swallowed a tiny piece because my Uncle rolls without filters. So I was left to smoke the rest of it. I did. I thought I was the little yellow guy from google maps. Everything I saw was in google maps view with random pokemon appearing. Everything else I saw is just unexplainable.
When I was in college, my roommate and I rolled a HUGE joint, like 4 papers in a rectangle sized. It was so big we could only smoke about half of it, so we went down to the TV room and the only thing on was Sesame Street, so we just watched that. As the end credits were rolling, Big Bird's voice said "Party Time". We looked at each other and I said, "did you hear that?" He said, "Yeah, I did. I thought it was just me". So, we went back to our room and smoked the rest of the doob.
Not exactly crazy, but one of the funniest times was when I was at uni. My housemate and I were having a joint waiting for the Simpsons to start on BBC2. They were doing a wildlife series of people’s back gardens at the time with Bill Oddie, and there was a 5 minute preview before the Simpsons started. It showed some infrared footage of a cat wandering by and another clip where you could barely see a fox sticking its nose out of a hedge... exciting stuff. Bill then said “I hope you’ll join us later for some more of last night’s highlights”, my friend and I looked at each other and laughed our arses off for about 5 minutes. Our friend next door heard us, came round with another joint. It was just one of those special moments, you know?
I think it was near christmas time 1977 and I was at a party with everyone I worked with. Someone brought brownies and I ate two not realizing what the hell I had done. Shortly after eating the second brownie, and still before the first one kicked in, 5 or 6 of us decided to go hear a band on the other side of town. It was easily 45 minutes to the bar from the party and would be another 45 minutes to my apartment. About a half hour after getting to the bar I noticed that I didn't like the way the company I was keeping was acting and decided to leave. No sooner had I made that decision that I realized how frigging stoned I was. I knew I had to leave quick. I made it to my car and out of the parking lot and I was still doing OK, but before I got more than 3 miles down the road I couldn't recognize my surroundings and I had no idea where I was driving to. Where the hell am I? Where the hell am I going? I still had enough self preservation instinct to know that ANY contact with law enforcement was going to land me in jail, so I pulled into a 7-11 parking lot and they were closed, so it was pretty dark. I got out of my car and paced back and forth trying to remember where it was that I was driving to and where I was right then. Eventually, I remembered I was on my way home, but I needed to figure out where I was and walked a couple of blocks until something looked familiar. I made it home, but I was panic stricken the whole way.
I've seen a guy eat his own shoe. Something came on telly about a guy that ate a bike and....well he went home that night minus a shoe. Must've been a dull yin getting that back out the next day.