Many of you may or may not care to read this due to the extent of knowledge on this subreddit about the astronomical negatives around the entirety of the name “brand” Cake Bar.

Well, as to nobodies avail, I accidentally overdosed on a fake thc cake.

The story begins as many cake users, in high school. It was just me, and my three close knit friends at that time. We had just left for lunch around the same time my friend, we’ll call him stoner Steve, got a dm from the plug that cake bars are now in. We, just knowing about this new dab disposable, had to cop.

He came to the hs and dropped it off at our parking lot, where we parked there and waited. After he had left, me and my buddies had opened the cart as I was pulling out for McDonald’s.

There was something noticeably off about it, even though the packaging was incredibly well done, and obviously not tampered with, so we decided to take the sidewalls off and peep.

There was a good 1/5th of it gone. Like noticeably gone, not the air bubble gone, but it’s like it was hit.

We, as fiending high schoolers, didn’t bat a fuckin eye and still hit it about 10-15 times EACH.

Well, as I’m driving back to the school, I start to feel… funny. But I pass it off quickly as being just super blasted from the crazy new cake bar.

We got back to the hs and went to class. I had math that block, and I figured out as I was going in that we had a pop quiz so I was a little uneasy and nervous. Had my heart pumping. I then sat down at my chair.

But that’s simply not all. Around 5-10 minutes later the quiz got passed out and I was feeling miserable. I felt this overwhelming sensation that my body and mind had gotten heavy and almost completely shrouded in mind numbing disorientation and scratching in my ears.

I immediately thought “I have to go. Now. To the bathroom. Now. I have to go…”. I then raised my hand and asked permission to use the bathroom.

As I was getting up, my sense of balance was completely shattered. I began drunk wobbling through the desks to get in the front of the class to leave. Luckily for me, the bathroom was located to the immediate right of where the classroom door was, so I used the wall to keep me at bay.

I then opened the bathroom door and hastily opened the bathroom stall door and closed it behind me. There, I practically collapsed on the porcelain throne, and began my downward spiral into an obviously non marijuana drug induced panic.

At this point, after I sat down and my blood settled, about 30 seconds after, my vision began to completely blur into a blackness I couldn’t describe as black. It was nothing. As if I were to genuinely have gone blind, I couldn’t see in front of me. And after that, a horrible ring began to adhere inside my ears. One ring that would continuously grow until it resonated completely and I could not hear but my own heartbeat.

At the same moment that happened, I knew genuinely how bad of a situation I was in, and I began to say as loudly as my voice could, “help. help… help.” After that, i cannot remember what happened until I “woke up” on the same toilet.

I was still miserable, but I had motor function.

I began my journey to the nurses where I could understand my overdose and determine if it was an overdose.

The numbers she gave me when she tested my blood pressure and average bpm for that moment in time was something that still sticks with me today, and makes me nod off many of the carts i get offered to this day.

My blood pressure was 181/96 and 126bpm resting.

The QR code still scans to this day. “Verifying” how “legit” their carts are.

If anyone is thinking about buying one of these, don’t. Find flower and joint wraps and just smoke outside. If you do it because of the smell and convenience, remember how “convenient” it is when you have an accident overdose at high school.