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Well, it all started as a sorta standard weekday night my freshman year.
I lived in a dorm that had suites - there were 2 double rooms, and 1 single that shared a living room and 2 bathrooms. So me and my roomates were drinking (probably some weird vodka/koolaid concoction) and playing videogames/watching tv/listening to music. Standard stuff.
At some point my rich roomate's eyes sparkled up and he said he had just bought some really nice green and the bong came out. Again standard stuff.
He said something about being careful, that this stuff was potent so don't take too much, yada yada yada. Bong is passed around, massive hits abound. Before we know it we are all firmly implanted in our seats on the sofa and can't move.
We were watching some startrek like thing on tv, and I found myself thinking that I was actually in the tv with the weird klingon dudes. That became too much for my brain to handle so I focused on a can of A&W Rootbeer on the windowsill. When that began to start contracting in and out like a lava lamp, I stated something on the lines of "whoa that dope really was potent" which brought my other roomates to hysterics and they were then writhing on the ground laughing.
I don't remember much more from that night, except that it wasn't a very pleasant trip because I wasn't mentally prepared for it at all (I have had other drug induced trips that I thought were outstanding). The last thing I remember is crawling towards my room to go to sleep, getting to the hallway and barfing in slow-motion. I remember seeing every little chunk coming out. My roomates say I also cleaned it up afterwards, but I don't remember that.
Next thing I know, I am waking up at like 10:00 am thinking I had just slept like a normal 7 hours. Turns out I slept the whole previous day. Also turns out the pot was laced with PCP, my other roomates knew it and only took one hit off the bong, and since I was totally unaware just kept taking hit after hit. The end.
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