Mental note: Don’t get high with this guy again.
I wanna party with that guy. Wait. No. I don’t wanna party with that guy. Pretty sure I’ve already partied with that guy. Fuck man — it’s weed. Not bath salts …
Yeah, no shit. Here is a guy you want to keep far, far, far away from the acid.
“You smoked enough weed to kill everybody in this room.” How much weed would that be, exactly?
Fortunately they gave him a glass of water, because that cures everything.
Having been in a similar circumstance before (someone freaking out on me), here’s what I would have told him:
“Relax. You are under the influence of a drug. It will wear off. And no one has ever died from smoking pot. You just zoned out, that’s a thing that happens. The worse thing you can do right now is just sit there, letting your head spin. So let’s put some Visine in, and go for a walk outside, get a beer somewhere, play some videogames, whatever. Before you know it, you’ll feel 100% better.”
All the freakouts I’ve seen (with one exception) have been people sitting in a small room, letting their head get the best of them. A good walk works miracles on drug freakouts.
I’ve never …
SHIT! NICO IS PARALYZED! SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE!
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