met this dude at the mall i used to work at for about half an o for a music festival coming to my city.

i waited in the parking garage for about an hour as he kept texting "5 minutes away sorry". once he finally pulled up in some beat up acura that honestly screamed "pls pull me over" (i say this bc he rode around with his windows down, all sorts of smells (not even the good kind) pouring out and music bumping out of shitty subwoofer system that sounded like rattling broken plastic) he parks next at me and literally STARES at me and texts me "u gunna com in or nah". at this point i'm annoyed and i just want my bud, so i get in the passenger seat and he first comments on my appearance saying i'm "naturally sexy" and smiles at me with his kentucky teeth (some here, a few there but not all there) as he's bragging about how his "boy" got him the finest medical grade doja. then he weighs it out for me...on his fucking dashboard in broad daylight. he then says it'll be $160 and i immediately tell him nah take the bud, just because i'm a girl doesn't mean i've ever bought or sold weed before, i could eyeball it and tell you that it wasn't anywhere near worth $160. so i haggled him enough to get it down to $110 because it didn't look "medical grade" (living in florida all through middle and high school, i've came across legit medical grade and didn't look close to this. tbh, this looked like mids) as i was desperate for weed and all my other guys were dry and the festival started in a few hours, i bit the bullet.

this guy sold me laced weed with what i believe to be laced with meth or possibly speed. a friend smoked a j of it and had a fucking breakdown in the middle of a show, but i didn't think much of it because she has high levels of anxiety and i was too sauced to focus on her as i was having the time of my life. about a week later, i have a solo sesh at my house alone...i start to tweak out heavily thinking someone was in my house and i was going to get kidnapped. i hide out in my attic sweating and TRIPPING balls so bad that i literally greeted my dad at the front door swinging a golf club at him while my pupils were shot. i took that as a warning that this is possibly laced...so of course my yet curious-dumbass smokes again to see if it was just a fluke or that this weed was actually fucked, so i pack the bong around noon the next day. i was fine until i started driving to walmart to grab some groceries, i was having episodes of black outs and was severely paranoid that any car that was driving behind me was a cop and that i was going to be arrested for DUI. so i pull over to kinda regroup myself and i just got worse as i started to tweak out and thought i was having a heart attack by how my heart was palpitating, at one point i was contemplating texting my dad that i'm going to the hospital because i think i'm going to die. i raced home and put myself to bed to sleep off the high.

i wasn't asleep, but i was lucid dreaming some weird shit and eventually just blacked out to what i believe was me falling asleep. i knocked out for 10 hours.

a day later dude texts me "shits good ain't it? ;)" i don't respond and about an hour after that, he texts me again "need any?" still don't respond...a few days pass and i get a "hmu when u need it ;)". after a week of not responding to any messages, i finally get a text the saying "don't contact this number again"

TLDR: bought weed for a music festival that ended up being laced with meth from a sketchy kid in college (i'm a 20F who smoked heavily up until this point and got this kids number through another dealer) and i tweaked hard on two separate occasions not thinking much of it. shady dealer weirdly texts me on multiple occasions asking if i need more of the laced weed (i'm pretty sure he knew that it was laced and just wanted to fuck someone over for money)