My nasty weed experience.

There are some weed smoking memories I can never forget.
When I was in secondary school in the north, I was in SS3 then. When it was Marley Day celebration, I and some friends decided to celebrate it in grant style, so on dat particular day, we ordered 14 wraps of weed. We were seven in number, and we went into the bush at the back of our hostel wit two mattresses where we sat and smoked our weed. It was a kind of smoking competition to see who will fade out nd give up d smoking. Well we all took turns passing the weed round. Most of my friends pulled out at the 10 reefer. I smoked to the 12, till when my head couldn't contain it again. My eyes where dilated, my mouth felt bitter and. Lifeless, my head felt so huge, and I was seeing several high places inn my front, even though every where was flat. I began to walk carefully towards the hostel, with caution as if I was walking on a mountain. I took very high steps believing that there gullies all around my path.
When I got to the hostel, I went straight to my room, pulled out my toothbrush put some toothpaste on it. At this time my head was thumping and I was seeing double. I began to work up and down the hostel looking and asking for toothbrush and toothpaste, even though I had them in my hand. Fellow seniors and juniors where looking at me strangely, they kept wondering if I had gone insane. Well my weed smoking friends kept me secured during this moment. When I tried eating, I didn't feel anything. My entire body was numb, I just knew that food was going into me, but I didn't feel anything. Very funny.
During prepz, the girls in my class kept looking at me strangely. They knew me as a a very lively fellow but I kept looking like "fool". I looked dull and stupid. They kept asking what was wrong with me, I didn't even reply, I was in oblivion of what was happening. I felt like I was in another world. Everything around was double. My weed smoking friends stood by me and covered me up, they said I was not feeling well. They didn't want me to "fuckup", though some sharp girls in class understood what was wrong with me, and later advised my friends not to, Indulge me in such things.
For three good days, I wasn't myself. I kept to myself and behaved stupidly. The effects wore of completely after 3 days. It was a real nasty experience.