I ate an entire weed brownie at Coachella a few years ago. I do not suggest eating an entire weed brownie at Coachella a few years ago. I sat in the grass and shook my legs for nine hours with episodes of intermittent crying. My legs, arms, and brain quit working which prevented me from finding the paramedics. I missed every performance. Read about the disaster here.
The next time I tried weed, I ate two gummies on New Year’s Day. Once the second one hit I tried to walk home and hide under my couch. The walk was two blocks and took two hours. First of all, I dove into the bushes when a firetruck drove by. Second, I almost had a panic attack when an old lady and her teacup poodle got on the elevator with me.
Smoke weed? Sure, I have tried a few times but always cough up a lung and can’t form sentences.
Dab? I have no idea what that means.
I thought drugs were supposed to be fun. I heard Joe Rogan say that when you eat weed the liver converts it into a psychedelic.
CONFIRMED.
I did three nights of Ayajuaca on a spiritual journey nine years ago and fought through at least six heart attacks. I would rather drink three gallons of that poison than eat another edible.
I guess I will just have to wait until meth is legal to have a good time.
Happy 4.20!
Trey
Dead ☠️☠️☠️☠️