Last time I smoked I went one hit too far [Full retard/10] half a blunt and one hit from the bong and I was loving where I was at, I even turned down more because It was perfect, when I started to come down I made the mistake of hitting the bong again to try and extend it instead of waiting for them to roll another blunt, and I take BIG hits becase I have really big lungs, but as with alcohol, for someone who is 6'2 I am an absolute lightweight and that last hit sent me over the edge.

My eyes were scrunched shut and it sounded like someone was spam firing a halo plasma pistol right next to my ear. My life literally flashed before me, but in no particular order, random memories but in disturbingly detailed clarity (note, looking back while sober, they were all real memories) they flashed by so fast and intensely that it was bad (I had a similar experience the last time I had a lucid dream but that was good) when I rarely did manage to open my eyes and realize what it was I thought it was just part of the memories. All I could feel was the "Me" from all those memories judging me. All the while I was sitting on the steps that lead from my friends house to his garage moaning. It sucked even more because two friends I hadn't seen in a long tie showed up right as I lost it (I atleast got a bro hug in beforehand).

At some point I pulled off my glasses, turned and threw up; however, I nailed the trash can,and managed to clear up in only 3 goes (RIP Nadeau's philly cheese stake) I'm told color instantly returned to me and I came to long enough to sit back and lean against the door which helped a lot. Once I hurled they realized I wasn't good, so they were checking up on me making sure I was ok and if I needed anything, to which I just moaned no and went back to sorting through my conscious. At one point I heard the host friend tell his mom and sister to use the front door instead of the garage door (like they usually do) and when they asked why he just said "Shanack's REALLY HIGH" with such emphasis that even in my fucked up state I had a little mental chuckle.

I was like that for about 45 minutes, then I spent another 15 just siting there without the painful memory flashes. I came to [danging around a 7-8] and asked for my jacket because it was getting cold, flopped around until I got it on and we went inside to pick steaks for him to cook for each of us. I could barely walk but managed to pick one and then plop down on one of their armchairs (By some miracle I managed to get no puke on myself earlier) I got the generic talk about how I shouldn't be embarrassed, and how I was just reaching new highs and getting my tolerance up, and was complimented on my puke-sniping the trashcan despite being so fucked up (weirdest compliment I've gotten since being told I was a really good "White dancer" after prom, in that I was still silly looking but was one of the only people in our group with rhythm, which I'll happily take)

I think I was so good at puking because last year I had a horrible whopping cough, and was hacking so hard I couldn't breath and was wheezing in, a few times I coughed so hard I was turning blue and threw up, then almost choked on it from wheezing in. So throwing up once because I hit it one to many times was smooth sailing compared to that. The steak was delicious, and later a friend brought me to the nearby gas station so I could wobble around and pick some snacks and drinks. with that and a 20 minute nap I miraculously sobered up enough [3-4] to make the 5 minute drive home (Thank god it was all back roads)

What I've taken from this is that after getting that fucked up, I have no excuse to ever try hard drugs, Pot will more than suffice, and until I get my tolerance up I'm not allowed to hit a bong more than once (The time before this I took two really thick hits out of a small bong and hit an [8] which before this story was my previous record)

Bonus bro moment: I got a bag of goldfish and a bag of funyuns at the station, as bad as I was I still shared with my other friend, we each had a bag that we were tearing through, every 2-3 moments I said switch and we traded bags so that the flavor never got dull.