onefinity
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One summer night circa 1998 in the upper mid-west, I was partying at a friends house. A bunch of people were all back in town from college on summer break, so it was a fun time to begin with. We were half way through killing a keg when someone pulled me and two others aside to go burn one. I was one of the lucky three candidates selected for the carnival ride. I had no idea I'd just won the golden ticket. We slipped out the back door into the still evening, walked out of range of the house, and hunkered down around an unlit bonfire pit. The guy with the grass gave us the origin story while he rolled a little J. This guy was my most "experienced" buddy, and in his travels with an outlaw motorcycle club he had acquired what was simply called the "Oklahoma home grown". He'd gone to a house full of crusty old bikers and was given a bit of this old timer's head stash with the warning to "Take it easy, this stuff is strong." Well, like any young macho party animal who'd been doing all kinds of mind altering substances in excess for many years, he ignored the warning. A short time later, he found himself curled up on a couch laughing like a schoolgirl in a room full of bikers who were also laughing, albeit at his expense.
With his story finished and the joint rolled, it was lost on us that we had just been warned. The doobie was lit, hit and started to make it's way around our small circle where I was last to hit it. From that point, it is difficult to describe what happened. It was a full on, instantaneous hysterical laughter. Gut busting, I can't breathe oh my god stop laughter- erupting from each and every person. I remember the joint going around 2 or 3 times tops- and the laughter could have started on the first or second hit, but the time distortion was amazing. I felt like I was in one world, then I'd turn my head and the new perspective was an entirely new reality and the other one a forgotten aeon. I was laughing at other people laughing. I threw my head back and laughed, and the arch of the sky echoed my laughter back at me, causing another stronger wave of laughing. I felt like I was inside a gigantic dome tent and the universe was just sending the laughter ricocheting off the walls back at me. I closed my eyes and had psychedelic, brightly colored "clown numbers" blaring in my minds eye. Eruption of laughter. It went on and on and on. I only had a mild beer buzz going into the experience, but within seconds I was so intoxicated I was leaving reality behind. The time distortion was extreme, simply because the thoughts flowed SO fast there was no way to catalogue them. I remember stumbling away from the circle at some point to go and be with my thoughts. That second or third hit just devastated me, and fully caught up within a short while. I sat down in my friends unlocked car in what was now a deep stony trance to try and chill out. I saw two people a short distance away, and my vision zoomed in on them with a brief visual number read out, as if I were looking through a pair of "star wars range finding binoculars". After that, someone came and checked up on me and had me come in the house. I was finished and it's all I remember of the night.
I still lack the words to describe the experience, but we all worried the next day that we'd smoked some laced shit. He assured us it had not been laced. I have been on a quest ever since to determine the genetics I encountered that fateful night. I hounded my friend for years, to no avail, to just get me a strain name, a seed- anything! It was simply "The Oklahoma home grown". Years later, my friend is 100% SOBER but still loves to tell the stories about this stuff. Recently, I attended my friends wedding and met a relative of his that also experienced this stuff and assured me it wasn't laced, it was from seeds ordered from Amsterdam and he's seen the grow with his own eyes. They called it the "candy cane bud" because the buds got so top heavy that they drooped over and looked like candy canes. He still couldn't tell me the strain. Maybe I'll never know. Does this remind anyone of a strain they've tried?
With his story finished and the joint rolled, it was lost on us that we had just been warned. The doobie was lit, hit and started to make it's way around our small circle where I was last to hit it. From that point, it is difficult to describe what happened. It was a full on, instantaneous hysterical laughter. Gut busting, I can't breathe oh my god stop laughter- erupting from each and every person. I remember the joint going around 2 or 3 times tops- and the laughter could have started on the first or second hit, but the time distortion was amazing. I felt like I was in one world, then I'd turn my head and the new perspective was an entirely new reality and the other one a forgotten aeon. I was laughing at other people laughing. I threw my head back and laughed, and the arch of the sky echoed my laughter back at me, causing another stronger wave of laughing. I felt like I was inside a gigantic dome tent and the universe was just sending the laughter ricocheting off the walls back at me. I closed my eyes and had psychedelic, brightly colored "clown numbers" blaring in my minds eye. Eruption of laughter. It went on and on and on. I only had a mild beer buzz going into the experience, but within seconds I was so intoxicated I was leaving reality behind. The time distortion was extreme, simply because the thoughts flowed SO fast there was no way to catalogue them. I remember stumbling away from the circle at some point to go and be with my thoughts. That second or third hit just devastated me, and fully caught up within a short while. I sat down in my friends unlocked car in what was now a deep stony trance to try and chill out. I saw two people a short distance away, and my vision zoomed in on them with a brief visual number read out, as if I were looking through a pair of "star wars range finding binoculars". After that, someone came and checked up on me and had me come in the house. I was finished and it's all I remember of the night.
I still lack the words to describe the experience, but we all worried the next day that we'd smoked some laced shit. He assured us it had not been laced. I have been on a quest ever since to determine the genetics I encountered that fateful night. I hounded my friend for years, to no avail, to just get me a strain name, a seed- anything! It was simply "The Oklahoma home grown". Years later, my friend is 100% SOBER but still loves to tell the stories about this stuff. Recently, I attended my friends wedding and met a relative of his that also experienced this stuff and assured me it wasn't laced, it was from seeds ordered from Amsterdam and he's seen the grow with his own eyes. They called it the "candy cane bud" because the buds got so top heavy that they drooped over and looked like candy canes. He still couldn't tell me the strain. Maybe I'll never know. Does this remind anyone of a strain they've tried?
well not everything everything . Just the good stuff. That makes me not an asshole .
