I was in my apt with my boy and my mom wasn't home and I bought some salvia before (we had smoked a couple of bowls of weed) and I thought no one was going to be home for a couple hours. I packed a bowl and took a rip and passed it to gregand he gave it back, and I put it down on my bedside table and as soon as I do my arms begin to feel REALLY heavy and clumsy and had I taken longer, I could've dropped the bowl and broken it... I started going on a crazy trip-- my covers had this zig zag patterns on the corner and in the middle another nice african style print and I looked at it and thought that the bed was half of my body and that I had broken away from my lower side (which was the bed) and the patterns started taking a life of their own and warped into weird colorful doodling which was awesome. The I just couldn't stop LAUGHING. I was laughing so hard I fell from my chair and was on my knees gripping the bed with my arms to prevent from falling but I was doing a shitty job at that.... So I'm laughing my ass off and my friend is too when my mom walks home and said hi as she walked in-- she was 15 feet from my wide-open bedroom door and heading towards it with a bunch of exotic (but mostly ineffective) legal drugs I bought online, and had some mushrooms and wild lettuce resin and crazy stuff like that...aside from a bowl with salvia in it right there. I pulled myself out my stupor and was able to gather everything under the bed in record time and she walks in and says, "what was so funny earlier?" I said nothin, and she started to detect that stuff was weird. She says to me- "did you do drugs?" I'm like holy shitttt inside and nonchalantly brushed it off my shoulders and said I needed the bathroom. Inside I was still deep under the effects of salvia and I couldn't even stand straight so when I get out of my room I brush against her pretty sloppily and she had a friend over and asked her if I looked high. I was so GONE! She ended up believing my ruse and like 5 mins later the salvia lost its hold and I was able to act normal so she didn't know what to make of it .... That night, needless to say, we proceeded to smoke a fat joint.
Atta boy. Smoke that shit. LOL. I hate when shit like that happens. Completey ruins my high. I need to go smoke some more and its no fun for anyone. btw. fuck salvia
He lives under his moms roof, which she probably supplies him with food and such, it's her house, her rules.
what up spruce, ya dude salvias fun once in a while but it gets to you if your in a bad mood. bad mood, bad idea.
Funny thing is it's usually always the mom that is suspicious. I came home one night with the tiniest eyes (no, not because im asian) and she asked if I had smoked weed. Ofcoarse denying it and ran straight to bed.