i was smoking a bong, and blowing the smoke out the window - business as usual. i hear sirens, probably an ambulance or a fire truck - also business as usual. i jokingly mumble "oh shit, they're comin' for me." next thing i know...there are red flashing lights apparent through my blinds. fuck! please don't let that be police. i peer out...and it's a firetruck. firemen are walking all over the place (almost 11 PM) and one is RIGHT outside my window (the 2nd bedroom window, not the smoke blowing one...but close). i saw one walk into the building next to mine, still have no idea what they were doing. they were here for like 7 or 8 minutes with flashing lights flooding my apartment and me and my fiance slightly freaking out thinking of the possibility that it had to do with my pot smoke. killed my buzz for sure. i was getting ready to refuse an unreasonable search...and maybe flush my drugs? share your paranoia stories with us
Damn sounds like some crazy shiz porkstock... Well when I was going through my schizoaffective break I had all the 'typical' psychotic disorders symptoms: government out to get me, government conspiracies in general, people conspiring against me, other things along that line but one incident that has to do with being on drugs was... 2 friends and I took some mushrooms up on this hill with a few other people smoking and when we were walking back down the hill one of the other shroomers slipped off the narrow path and rolled like 20 yards down the hill. There was a fence that lay about there and it had spikes at the bottom that were not in the ground. The guy yelled out "Holy shit this is some Final Destination shit right here!" I thought for sure the guy got impaled by the fence and since it was dark out at this point, we couldnt really see where he was at. So I started thinking about paramedics and cops needing to come up the hill to get him unimpaled and stuff but apparently he didn't quite hit the fence and after like 15 mins (possibly less or more I was on shrooms) he got back up and was alright.
oh jeez i was 17 and smoking this one night changed my life...i took maybe 3 hits or 4 from this blunt from my friend's friend's dude and i was fuuuucked.i was alone for a little and thought the bushes were people's shadows and crickets were in slow mo.then some other messed up shit.not a good night at all haha...reason i cant trip anymore
Maybe not paranoia but I still remember the time my mates were tipping cows (Push a cow when it's sleeping they just tip over. I find it half funny but I don't do it cos it's a bit mean for me) and looking for P. Cubies (shrooms) Anyway, one of the "cows" was a bull. Life lesson. Bulls don't tip but they do get mad! So there we were on the other side of a fence looking at the ground and our mate comes screaming towards us running flat out. He had a damn good start so we started to laugh for 1/2 a second. Then the gap started closing, fast. So we were screaming out trying to make him turn some right angles. He didn't even hear us screaming over his own shrieks. Just before a train wreck happened he got over the fence and the bull just stopped instantly. No Idea how the bull could see the fence. Maybe he just knew where it was. Once he was over he looked behind him. Saw the bull had stopped. Instantly calmed down and tried to act like he had not just run 50 meters screaming like my sister when she sees a spider.
^^^hahahaha what was the other messed up shit? and why does this cause you to not trip anymore? this was weed, right?...not tripping. just because you get paranoia from weed doesn't mean you will have a "bad trip"
These stOries crack me up. When I was 18, I moved into a pretty small apartment complex with my lady at the time. Smoked occasionally at the time, which was awesome because I would get crazily stoned. Had this old lady in our building that was like the apartment complex snitch. Got people evicted over parties, always complaining about bs. For some strange reason I tend to attract the whiney old women, and this lady in particular. She would always make us cookies n shit, real nice but you had to sit down through a 30 minute ramble about how she thinks everyone is a crackhead. Definitely doable though, because for one we got free cookies all the time, and she never suspected Mary jane to stop by our place and hang out for hours on end. One night, she came over way later than usual. I was already baked at this point and tried to look casual by staring into the fridge for a series of moments that seemed like years while my girlfriend talked to her at the door. Whenever this lady would stop by she would always just stay in our kitchen area, but this time she got nosey. Started poppin off about how are place looks different. Then she stuck her head around the living room. Her eyes met cannabis 50/50. "fuck!, why would I leave that right there!" She made a pretty quick exit after that and I knew then I was done for. Pacing back n forth, brain stuck on panic mode and the bam!, ice cream. My lady was on top of her game. How could I stress anything with this big bowl of ice cream to eat. Started watching old boy, great movie btw, completely forgot about the previous incident. And then 2 cops pulled in, hahaha I fuckin lost it. For some reason, the best idea I had at the time was to take a shower. Why would 2 cops think some young kid takin a shower would be cheifin it up. Haha retarded. So, cops never came in. Old lady acted like nothing had ever happened. I still question whether she really saw it or not.
once me and my friend were smoking too joints while walking through central park at night, took this one path to the side and behind us a cop car started creeping up. I was freaking the hell out but my friend kept on talking to me saying chill out, they rolled next to us and kept on going. A goodnight was in store. We seen a movie.
