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PreStory in Gray, important in black.
Well, as a few of you knew (and some assumed, with my signature and all), I enjoy smoking a little pot here and there. I recently took a month off from smoking, just for the hell of it. On Friday, it was exactly a month so I decided to have a bit of fun (I smoked starting at school, ending around 3ish at night - about four times).
I chilled with some buddies, and they were talking about how crazy this kid John is, and how his parents dont care at all - and their new friend 'Angel'. They invited me to smoke with them on Saturday (some purple haze).
So its Friday night around 9:00, I meet them up at TGI Fridays. We sit down in the bar, and we all talk for a bit. They smoke a few cigs and we head off to Johns house. As we get there, the neiborhood is very shitty.
We get in, and the house (with the parents walking around normally) reeks of pot. I meet him, and we begin smoking. Together (the 5 of us), had about 5~ grams of chronic. So we smoked in a blunt, then in a pipe. THEN he took his bong out and I cleared off a gram by myself in two huge hits. Now we are all just sitting there, stoned, laughing and this 'Angel kid' (he is a gang member), starts joking around with me about how he wants my hat.
Something happens in my mind, and I freak. I start getting afraid, parinoid, and disgusted in myself. The kids life was fucked up - he had nothing. His parents were getting evicted. The house was in shambles. This is not the effects of smoking pot - it was laced with crack. I couldnt see straight, I was sweating, freaked out. I thought about my life, and this kids life, and his dads life. I dont want that.
I was deathly afraid of this kid (for good reason, he had a gun, was a gang member, was high, and wanted my hat). This was an experience that changed my life.
I talked with my buddy alone, explained to him the situation and said that I could not drive - so him and my other buddy followed me home, dropped my car off near my house. I sat in my car for an hour waiting for my brother, passed out and awoke.
Im done for a few months, or even longer. This was one of the worst experiences of my life.
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