Hash Blackout
Written by: Billy
A couple weeks ago I call my friend to go wake and bake. So I roll a joint with a bunch of hash in it and we start to smoke. By the end I’m feeling it a lot and my friend tells me “You kill it man.” So I just nod and continue to finish it off. So we start walking back to my house to watch a movie and my friend starts telling me he is going to throw up. I tell him he is fine, and he probably feels sick because I put a big piece of hash in the joint. I just thought his sick feeling would go away since he is a big pot head. So we walk into this alley to get to my house and I am way in front of him since he is walking very slowly. So I tell him to hurry up. I turn around a few seconds later to see if he is ok and I see him walking like he is totally trashed off booze. I’m thinking, what the hell is going on? Then I see him walk straight into a wall. He bounces off the wall and then walks a few more steps and hits the wall again. I start getting paranoid and I tell him to chill out and walk normally and that he is fine. So I walk back to him and grab his shoulders since it is obvious now he can’t walk right. Then my lighter falls out of my pocket so I say “Stay still man.” As soon as I go down to pick up my lighter he falls straight backward and lands on his head. You could probably hear his head hitting the concrete from 50 yards away. I’m like holy shit he is fucked up! I go to him and I start tapping him to see if he is alright. After 5 seconds of lying on the floor he opens his eyes and I tell him to sit down against the wall and chill. He sits down and I tell him that we are going to this close restaurant and not my house. He then looks at me and tells me, “No man, lets go to your roof,” sounding all fucked up. I’m like what the fuck are you talking about, it’s 100 degrees out! He then says, “Wait I mean let’s go up to that one room and then I can go to sleep.” So hesitantly I say, “Ok man, just act cool when you’re coming in.” So after all this I say, “Alright first let me see how you look.” He picks up his head with all his strength since he was looking down at the ground. When he looks up, his eyes are so damn bloodshot and his face is super pale like a ghost. He asks me how he looks and I’m reply, “You look fine man” so he will think he is ok. I guess it worked since he came into my house fine and then fell right on the couch and tried to sleep his sick feeling off.
So after about 30 minutes of listening to music, I start laughing my ass off about it since he is ok now and is talking alright. He starts laughing too, and I’m like, “What happened man?” He tells me “I had tunnel vision; I couldn’t see anything except for a little bit of you when you were standing over me trying to get me up after I fell.”
So to this day I call him O.D. since he is the first person I know to blackout from hash.
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