Hallucinations CAN Happen
Written by: Patrick
I was with my friend Marcus and our friend, a refugee from Louisiana with Katrina and all that shit. Well, me and Marcus were like, Dude, this guy hasn’t smoked in a couple months, let’s get him ripped. Well I call up an old friend and she hooks us up PHAT. An ounce and a quarter for $65. She told us to meet her in the parking lot at HEB. So we left school and went to HEB to pick up the weed. I see her standing out by her car and right as Marcus pulls into the parking lot we fucking smell the green. And our window’s are rolled up all the way, we were like naw, can’t be can it? Well we pull up next to her and I roll down the window, she leans over the window so it looks like we’re talking and drops the weed out of her coat sleeve into my lap and I give her the money. Now, the car is fucking reeking of weed. We leave to go to my house where we are spending the night. Now remember, the main reason of this night is to smoke weed. Lots of weed. I live with my girlfriend and her family. Her mom smokes weed, my girlfriend smokes weed. So this is a safe house. Everyone comes here to smoke weed. We get home, My G/F’s mom is watching TV upstairs and my girlfriend is in our room. I yell out for her to come upstairs and I roll a 3 gram to get us started. That goes between 5 people. I leave my G/F’s mom a joint and we head to the living room. I take out my homemade bong, my 3 footer, 2 pipes, and I roll 3 joints. I load up all the pipes and bongs. I look at the bag and realize something; this is going to be harder than I thought. We had easily taken out 10-12 grams and this bag didn’t look any different than when we bought it. The smoking starts. One pipe done, so that’s a 3gram joint between 5 people and a bowl between 4.
My girlfriend is smoking with us at this point. We smoke the other pipe, than my homemade bong, than my 3 footer. We’re high. No denying it. But hey we still have over an ounce of great weed and only one night to smoke it all. We go to my room and pop in Half Baked. We smoked the 3 joints during the movie and my girlfriend falls asleep. Hell, we smoked a shitload. I seriously doubted that we were going to smoke all the weed that night. We weren’t even done with the quarter. My friend overweighed her sacks by at least 3 grams. So here we are 3 stoned potheads and over an ounce of bud to kill. What do we do? We smoke that shit. Bowl after bowl after joint after blunt after bowl. I think we smoked 3 joints a blunt and about 12 bowls out of my homemade and 3 footer. We still had over half the weed left. But we couldn’t function. We all passed out. It was about 11:30pm. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. I wake up because I hear peeing. My friend from Louisiana is using the restroom, it’s 3:30am he looks at me and all he says is “wake Marcus up, lets smoke some more.” We are all still high. I can barely walk much less carry on a conversation, but I can always roll no matter how fucked up I am. I roll about 5 grams into a joint. We’re sitting there in the dark. The only sound is Pink Floyd, Comfortably Numb. The only light is a small digital clock that we’re all waiting for to change to 4:20. The clock beeps. My lighter sparks, a flame touches the closed end of a spliff and we’re off. The last half of that joint was only me, my friends had passed out. I could only keep on eye open than I just gave up trying and smoked the rest of the joint by myself with my eyes closed and the song on repeat. It was darkness. I make it a habit of making my last hit of a joint, a huge one. Well the weed we had burned so slow that I took about 5 big hits before my arms gave out. I was awake. I just wasn’t here anymore. Than…..
THE HALLUCINATION My eyes were closed, but I knew something wasn’t right because I could see the clock and I could see waves coming from the direction of the music. I heard this really high pitched sound than a light flashed, but it flashed kinda like behind my eyes. Like in my head. I can’t explain it but I knew it wasn’t an outward source causing the light. Than I heard this faint noise growing louder and louder like “chig chig chig chig chig” not like words but sounds, getting really loud. Than I guess my, now this is just how I can explain it, mind or head collapsed, not physically but I knew I was not me anymore. So all I could see while this noise was getting louder was a machine in the corner of my mind. I guess that’s how it felt, like I was walking around in my mind. But it was totally dark except for this machine. The noise was coming from it so I paid attention and realized that the machine was me and right as I realized this I turned into the machine and I could feel that chig chig chig and I was being drawn out. Like stretched out but it kept going. I was continuing to be stretched out. Out of the machine came a row of postage stamps. I was the postage stamps, it was one sheet coming out. About nine stamps high. Just a continuing thing. I was the row of stamps coming out. I realized that the stamps were infinity. They continued on forever. But at the same time I saw the end. I saw what the end of forever was and I touched the stamp that signified “1 over infinity”. I felt like I knew what it was and had known what the end of eternity was and looked like for a long time before this. Than I opened my eyes and it was over. The last thing I remember about it was that it made me happy. I felt content. My friends woke up and left around noon. They gave me the rest of the weed. A little less than a half. I still think about it. And I know the weed wasn’t laced. My friend doesn’t play that way.
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