Ohhhkay. So when i was 19 and spice was just getting popular. I managed to snag a small rental house with 3 friends when I was 18, because we all had full time jobs, and it was actually pretty cool we had a good time there. One weekend we were having a pretty soft party, about 8 or 9 kids getting sloppy drunk and smoking weed and cigs and shit, yelling at each other, you know what I'm talking about. Well a friend I hadn't seen since I was 15 hit me up, wants to hang out, I'm like fuck yeah come on over. He comes over with a few grams of extremely potent spice... I wasn't smoking weed that night because I wanted to get really drunk, but at that point I was about a half liter of vodka and maybe 5-6 beers in, AKA really fucking drunk. He rolls a spice joint while I was outside smoking a cigarette. He came out and asks if I want some, I say no, he says it's pretty light stuff, my drunk ass is like 'well when you put it that way!'.. It was not light stuff. I found out later it was the strongest stuff his brother could find on the internet. I blacked out completely. The last thing I remember was grabbing the joint. When I came to I was in the basement of the house, I was shaking from head to toe and had a projectile puke pile in front of me. My roommate's girlfriend had laid me on my side because I was sweating and shaking so bad, and I do believe she saved my life. I went to the emergency room, because I thought I was going to die. They told me that my heart was pumping so irregularly that I probably had a minor heart attack. They pumped my stomach.. which reminds me the girl who helped me told them I had 6 or more shots after I came back inside, which would total about a liter of hard liquor and six beers, and god knows what was in that spice shit... I woke up again and they gave me a valium, I fell asleep again and stayed there for another 12 hours. I was insured through a family plan and my parents were emergency contacts so they fucken show up (my mother worked at the same hospital by the way, different unit but still), and at that point I had been away from them for 2 years so they couldn't really give me any real shit for it, but the look on their faces when I came to about 10 hours after the stomach pumping... my parents brought me back to their house, and for almost 2 days I was having head rushes that weren't exactly aches but felt like my brain was squeezing, I was vomiting up water, and half the time I opened my eyes I didn't know where I was..

Don't do strange drugs kids. Know what you're putting into your body.