White Widow
1/13/2019
This is quite a story
Back in the beginning when i just started smoking, i had the tendency to go quite nuts with whatever strain i got hands on.
And so on, one rainy evening after eveninglessons i said to a friend of me, who did not smoke, i wanted to smoke.
So after school we went to the coffeeshop, bought a gram of white widow and rolled a fat joint.
Stupid enough to smoke the whole joint, i did, and at first it wasn't that bad.
Strong euphoric high, big wide smile on my face and far from couch-locked.
I where even able to catch te bus for my friend so he could get home!
So there i'm standing, alone with 0.5 gram of hard lessons to never forget, i continued to smoke.
Walked inside the train station, stil smoking and starting to get quite uncomfortable.
Actually you can say i began to get badshit paranoid, trew my small leftover away and noticed people looking.
Maby they weren't looking, maybe did.
Constantly repeating the question, i found myself unable to find my train...
Wondering around, paranoia and the devastating high beginning to tear my mind lose from my brain, i saw i had my phone in my hand, and my friend who left a hour ago was calling me.
Picking up the call i heard his voice slightly panicked, asking where i am, i looked around and said: "no Idea, Bram".
At that moment my phone died.
Trying to keep my shit together i continued wondering around, whatever world my high ass was cast at, i sad down on a bench on the station.
Noticing i fell in an intens deep trance, i stood up and for what ever reason got in the first train i saw. The wrong one obviously.
But in whatever way god creates wonders, my friend was there outside the window!
I sprinted outside the train and almost body slammed my 120 kg weighing friend against the floor when i hugged him and maby even let a tear of releave.
He was there with his dad to bring me home al save and verry f*cking wise to never smoke so much weed again.
Thank you bram