I tried some spice called Diablo tonight. It was hellish. It wasn't at all like weed, and turned out to be a pretty powerful hallucinogen. Me and 2 friends each took one hit of it, and all 3 of us had pretty horrible trips.
Basically, the 3 of us loaded a bowl, we each took one hit, and then we all started feeling the effects. To me it felt like the front of me was really heavy, so I sat down on the floor in front of my laptop. I pulled up a couple of websites, then I started feeling pretty bad, so I did what I always do when a drug starts to make me feel uncomfortable: Opened up foobar. I didn't feel like going through my music library, so I just played whatever I'd left there last time, which ended up being
this. From here out was a blur. I ended up laying on the ground in a fetal position with my eyes closed. I remember at one point I could hear a bunch of voices that I knew were external; it was my friends talking. But in my head these were disembodied voices floating around (really the best way I can describe it; I don't even know how many dimensions my closed-eye visuals had). I couldn't make sense of the language, and I couldn't stand the voices, but all I could do was yell "Go away! Go away!" until my friends stopped talking.
Then it gradually got worse, but I could still hear the music. When I listened, I remembered: I'm in a room. I'm laying on a carpet. I'm in front of my laptop. There are 2 other people here. I took a drug. Time is still working.
This will end. And really, that thought was all that kept me from completely losing it. Of course, being aware of the outside world really just meant that I was stuck in this trip by myself, and no one else could do anything to make it better.
I can't even describe what the trip was like from here, just that it was extremely unpleasant. The visuals were complex and frightening. I felt a bunch of totally alien emotions which were all very horrible. I kept sinking down, lower and lower, until I finally started to realize that the effects were weakening and I was regaining control of my mind. In my head I was at war. After some fighting, I managed to open my eyes and sit up. Ten minutes had passed since I started the song. It felt like at least an hour.
I was really thirsty, so I got a cup and filled it with water. I took a sip and sat down on the couch. 30 seconds later I ran to the bathroom and puked until there was nothing left, and then some. The whole time I was puking I was yelling stuff like "WHY THE FUCK DO WE DO THIS?" and "WHY COULDN'T WE HAVE JUST WATCHED A MOVIE OR SOMETHING?"
One of my friends made tea, and when I got out of the bathroom I waited for my stomach to settle down and then I drank some. The hot liquid felt great, and a few minutes later (about 30 minutes after I'd smoked in the first place), I felt totally sober. No afterglow, no headache, no speech impediment, no weird prickly feeling; just as sober as I'd felt before we smoked.
So I threw out the rest of that spice, we all went to a nearby convenience store to pick up a couple of frozen pizzas, and then we ate and went on with our night as we would've had we stayed sober.
So I will say there are a few relatively good things about Diablo: It lets you remember where you are and what has happened, it doesn't last very long, and it lets you have your night back after it's done fucking your brain.
Seriously, fuck that shit. Last time I try any kind of drug before getting an idea of what to expect. That was a stupid move on all of our parts, and we all know it, so that's not going to happen again.
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