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ITT: We disscuss our experiences, and share stories of times you or someone you know getting high/drunk.
I was walking home one day from work and these hooligans in a car filled with cannabis drug smoke drove by. I involuntarily inhaled some of the drug smoke and it was the worst experience of my life. I clearly had overdosed. I started hallucinating, hyperventilating, frothing at the mouth. I somehow managed to make it home and when my mother greeted me, I became convinced she was a demon. I cut her face off with a razor blade and wore it like a mask to frighten the other demons away. I knew it was the only way to survive my ordeal. By the time my brother got home, things had only gotten worse. I saw him as the lord of hell itself; he had six wings and four faces, one of which was a lion. He turned to me and saw through my disguise, and when he opened his mouths to sing the song to end the world, I tore the mask from my face and brandished my weapon. "FOR THE LIGHT," I screamed, and tackled him into the refrigerator. As I spilled his lifeblood, I knew that I had been tainted by it. Surely no man could contact the blood of the lord of hell himself and not be. Rather than risk exposing the innocents of the land to the abomination I had become, I set out on my journey to the great river. Three days later I was found by authorities wandering around in my underwear screaming incoherently.
