Ok so last night I experienced laced nug at it's finest. For those of you who don't wanna read, the point of this whole thing is make sure you know where your nug comes from.
Ok so it's about 7pm, I am watching Family Guy and things are legit. During the commercial break I grab my rice papes, Ammy Shag, and half a shody 10 sack I got. I didn't check the nug out because I had already smoked some of it and it was legit, just break up and mix like always.
Family Guy comes back on right as I set the flame to the flag of the spliff. I take my time with it, caressing every hit knowing it's the last of my nug and that I have a long night of work ahead. Everything is cool for a while, enjoy the head rushes as the Ammy Shag flows through my dome.
Then the shit got sour. I get up to make a legit apple/cider/cinnamon smoothly. As I turn the blender off I hear a creepy sigh from the garage. No biggy it's an old ass house and it was windy. I go out to the garage to make sure the doors are shut and locked, then I am not exactly sure what happened. I remember the garage door slamming behind me, next thing I know I am in a pitch black room, or something, with cold jagged stone below me.
Having no idea where I am, or how I got there (wherever there is), I panic a bit. I slowly try and feel my way around and eventually realize I am in my own basement. I find the stairs and go back up, then I realize it's about 9pm. WHAT THE FUCK.
I site back down to watch tv realizing I am having a very bad high and that the nug was prolly laced, or I am just tweakin mad hard. I remember watching the first half of another Fam Guy and then not sure what happened, but I found myself infront of my computer 2 hours later banging out some of the most legit ideas for a game I have ever had in my life.
Thankfully it ended well, but not remembering hours on end is wack. I have no idea what could have caused it, but the nug did come from someone I have not bought from before.