I have encountered the legendary one hit
shit. My friend the weed dealer a lot of something called Jamaican AK. One night, three guys, he, and I smoked five or six bowls (I forget) of this, myself having about ten hits of this over the course of two hours (I had already had a few hits of
chronic beforehand). I was very fucked up, let me tell you that. It would have been fun had I not also felt like
shit (
high temperature/heart beat).
I was tripping for real on the one hit
shit. Closed eye visuals and mental visions up the
arse. I looked at the night sky through the trees and a couple of rainbow comets chased each other around. The night sky was full of green stars. My field of vision looked like it was pixellated, except instead of little
square pixels they were little zig zag pixels. I went inside, crashed and watched
TV that I couldn't understand, and I started having bad memories from childhood manefest themselves in abstract and disturbing ways. I rember a vision of a digital photo of a
fat woman in an attic who's face was made of guacamole.
My friend Kevin and I thought this was laced, but we thought it over and decided that couldn't be the case (PCP and
meth were ruled out because he was drug tested, and those two are ALWAYS tested). Then I told the weed dealer friend. "That wasn't laced," he said. "That was from my private stash. That was one hit
shit."
