Citation: Delirious William. "Thought It Wasn’t Much…: An Experience with Cannabis, Alcohol & Coffee (exp71875)". Erowid.org. Apr 30, 2019. erowid.org/exp/71875
I had an interesting experience last night with our good old friend, cannabis. I had some mates over for the evening, for a few drinks and some good yarns. I was drinking another favourite of mine, gin and tonic, as well as trying out some mead, which I’d never had before. I probably had about 10 drinks up over the course of the night (around 1.5-2 an hour) I may have had more though, but that’s beside the point.
My friends and I went for our usual pilgrimage to the 24 hour service station to get some food at around midnight. By the time we’d gotten back, I was feeling almost completely sober. This could have been helped along a little by the coffee I’d had, but I think it was mostly because of the time since my last drink. So not feeling tired, or particularly inebriated (which I wanted to that night), I decided to chop up a little of the weed that I’d acquired. I put about 1/4 to 1/3 of the bud that I had into my coffee grinder (too slack to chop it). I felt a little watched as none of the other’s wanted to smoke any, nor had they ever seen anyone chop up before.
So I loaded the bud into my home made pipe (made from a Smirnoff bottle cap…) and decided to go outside to smoke. I took probably 5 or 6 hits off the pipe, but it wasn’t burning very well, and I was having trouble lighting it because the only lighter I had was my Zippo, and they are certainly not made for lighting pipes. So I gave up after a little while, thinking that the hits I took were tiny and probably not enough to affect me much at all.
I was wrong.
(T +5mins) I walked inside fine, put my pipe away (still loaded with most of the weed) and sat down. It suddenly became very, very cold, and I was shaking almost uncontrollably. I’m not sure if the shakes that I’ve ever got are from the bud making me just shake, or if it’s because of the action it has on my blood vessels, making me feel the cold X10. Either way I thought it would be a good Idea to get covered up a bit, so I pulled a blanket over my legs.
(T+ 10-30mins) As this was happening, my friends were having a conversation, and I was adding points every now and then, but I was a little confused about distances between people, and what I actually looked like. I felt like my words weren’t coming out properly (although apparently they were) and I thought the others MUST have been noticing that I was REALLY messed up. So much for just a little comfy high.
I thought the others MUST have been noticing that I was REALLY messed up. So much for just a little comfy high.
I waited out the rest of the conversation till my friends (except for one “C”) decided to go home.
(T+1hour maybe, not sure of time from here...) C was going to sleep on the sofa in my room, while I would sleep on my bed. When we turned the lights off, I was finally able to get comfortable and warm, and stop shaking and really enjoy what I was feeling. C and I talked for quite a while about all sorts of different things while we had an old mix tape of my favourite songs from when I was about 8 (am 18 now) I wondered aloud about my state and how I sounded when I was talking. At times I thought I was rambling, and would sometimes forget about what exactly it was that I was describing. C was very understanding though, and would often ask prompting questions that would put me right on track again. I turned the light on and asked about how my eyes looked “pretty normal, just a bit more alert than usual” C told me. I turned the light off again. What I was seeing during all this in the dark, were I suppose mini-hallucinations. Just a few patterns of colour, caused mostly just by staring into the dark, as well as seeing the patterns around the little green light on our freezer.
I went back outside and took one or 2 more little hits off my pipe before chatting some more and calling it a night. C and I chatted some more, then went to sleep. (it really was a light sleep, for both of us I found out later.)
A few ending thoughts on this experience:
-some people don’t need drugs to be able to seemingly change their perception and see things from different angles. I found this out by talking to C during the night. (he would have been more or less sober by this time)
-Cannabis is by no means a soft drug, and really does deserve a little more respect than it is sometimes given (though, I would say that the alcohol is even moreso)
-When I drink, it seems to make me more sensitive to the effects of cannabis.
-And finally, I feel that there is some basis in the reverse tolerance theory, as long as I'm not getting stoned every other day of the week. I say this because every experience I’ve had with cannabis, I’ve felt the effects were stronger (my very first time I felt absolutely nothing and have felt more each and every time), although sometimes I feel I know the effects better and can deal with them better, sometimes not. And because it is an illegal substance, I can never be guaranteed the potency.
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