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."