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parachutes = worst high i've ever gotten. I just wanted it to end, but it woudln't. I thought I was going crazy. This was mostly because after one hit I was totally fucked, lungs were killing and I was coughing up a storm. And then my friend made me do another because he was driving his mothers SUV and didn't want to leave any weed in the truck. So I did another. At first we sat in the truck listening to Muse, which was totally fucked. Everything was all wavey. When my friend Rob talked, I got the chills. But when my friend Nick talked, I got warm. It was really creepy. Shit was fine until Rob turned the music off. At least with the music I had something to focus on. We were at a 24 hour restaurant, and Nick and Rob wanted to go in for food. All I wanted to do was sleep, because I was having a really bad trip. But Rob didn't want me sleeping in the truck for fear of me puking. So they forced me out of the truck and into the restaurant, a restaurant I use to work at I might add. So everybody knew me there. As soon as we sat down, my head hit the table and I tried sleeping but I couldn't. The room was spinnnig, everything wall still all wavey and I kept thinking to myself that this would never end. So I just sat there with my head on the table, the waitress came over and took our orders. I actually mustered up the strength to order some food and a drink. But the food came and I didn't move, I just layed/sat there as my 2 friends ate. We were there for a good 45 minutes to an hour. As soon as Nick and Rob were done eating, I seemed to get a second wind and started munching down the food. But at this time they had already told the waitress to take it away. I was literally eating off of the plates while they were in her hands. You'd think she'd put them back down for me, but she just walked away. I was pissed because I was hungry. After she was gone and I had focussed back in on the fact that I was still completely messed up, shit got bad. I could barely walk, felt like I was going to puke but nothing would come up. We got back into the truck and it was dark, and the waviness started up again. I just wanted to go home, so that's what I told Rob, take my ass home. They helped me down to my room and I tossed and turned for a bit, but eventually was out. I slept for like 14 hours. When I woke up I was hungry as hell, so I sat right up, and got light headed because I still somewhat fucked from the night and because I sat up too fast. Turned out that I was fine and just needed some food and drink into me.
as for the process of making and smoking parachutes, my friend Rob did it, so I may not remember every little detail. But, he took a 2 litre pop bottle and cut in in half. Disposed of the bottom half. The top half he took a plastic bag, like a grocery bag, and taped it to the bottom of the bottle. He then poked a in the lid, somehow got the weed to stay on the lid and lit it, the smoke filled up the bottle and the plastic bag would start to fill. Once the bag was out as far as it would go, you take the lid off and suck in all the smoke.
rinse and repeat
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