I have a few stories...
back in '05, One was...
so, I was messing w/this skinny chick that never smoked really before me.
We smoke some good and almost finish the blunt. She's laying on my couch all eyes rolling back, etc. I'm like...'are you OK?' and she'd just nod yes and no w/the whole eye thing. I got super paranoid and was like 'FUCK! this chick is going to die!! she's too skinny to handle that shit.'
So I called my boy and told him what was up and he was like 'nobody dies on weed, dude.'
I was like 'oh yeah'. ha. I was just so high that I let my self get scared as shit. told her a plastic bag was on the side of the couch and watched Chappelle's stand-up shit.
another was:
One time my boy hooked me up w/this shit that he claimed make him want to stab himself...so, I copped and 8th.
I blazed a J, tossed the ipod on shuffle, and System of A Down came on, and I swore they wanted me to kill myself. So I kept thinking that I had to kill myself, looking at my arm, wondering where I was going to cut. I skipped the track to find something 'happier' and nothing but horrorcore rap or metal came on.
luckily it started wearing off, and I realized that thinking about dude saying that 'stab himself shit' got to me. fuck that subconscious shit.
I had multiple freak-out times, being outside at night thinking zombies were coming.
a bunch of 'wait...did I shit/piss myself' times.
ordering too much at the concession stand at movie theaters and not being able to carry it all.
driving at night/on the interstate just makes me paranoid...but during the day, it's all gravy.