I have a story that doesn't involve weed.
My sophomore year, first semester, I was a hardcore advocate of staying clean and not doing drugs period because I had been brainwashed by my parents, christian teachings, and government propaganda being taught in schools... Anyways, I had a really fucking bad headache one day and asked some kid in one of my classes if he had some ibuprofen or w/e. He said, "Yeah. Give me a sec to find it." Apparently he would keep a small bag of random pills in his bag which was a bad idea but w/e it wasn't me doing that. He pulls out what looks like a blue chewable ibuprofen and hands it to me. At least I though it was ibuprofen...
5 minutes after taking it he looks back in his bag and starts freaking out and asks me what pill he gave me. I told him the blue chewable one and he kinda giggled and said, "Umm... That wasn't ibuprofen..." By this time it had already started to kick in a little bit and I started to freak out and asked him, "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU GIVE ME?!"
He told me to chill out and that he accidentally gave me one of his blue dolphins... He told me to just get a bottle of water and ride it out. I was still freaking out for a little bit until I started to feel really fucking good. I calmed down and grabbed a bottled water from a vending machine and then went to my 5th period class which was Advanced Euclidean Geometry and sat in the back trying to keep quiet.
I basically ended up petting my desk claiming it was fuzzy. I then laid back in my desk and tried to go to sleep but couldn't. I'm pretty good when it comes to math and my teacher saw that I was trying to go to sleep and kept calling on me to answer all of her questions... I would basically sit up for 10 seconds, look at the board, and answer correctly every time and then go back to sleep. Needless to say she never called on me again after that. Even while rolling hard I could do math easily.
Moral of the story: Don't accept pills from someone you barely know who keeps them all in one baggie...
