Ok so this story should go in reverse being that the end is the important part, but lets just start from the top.. So my brothers and sister like to partake in the ganja, and I have a lot of friends that to too. I didnt smoke (still dont) But I knew a half ass way of making canni-butter. basically I took a stick of butter, put it in a pan, melted it down and added some ganja. they I stirred it around a bit and left it to simmer for about 30 min, stirring occasionally. after that I strained in with cheese cloth and let it chill in the refrigerator. after I took it to my bros room and *knock knock. He opens the door to his room. "Hey I made you guys some canni-butter, I was bored and thought you guys would like it, you can make brownies or cookies or what ever. He it was cool and said thanks very much! Then then he dares me to eat bit of it, even though I dont smoke.. Im a very competitive person so CHALLENGE EXCEPTED. I took the big spoon and took a big bite. I chilled with them for like 40 min or so and nothing was happening. "Nothings happening..." I said, and decided to take one more smaller bite. Knowing nothing about cannibas, I didnt know ingesting it could take from an hour to 2, I learned even up to FOUR hours. Also not knowing the mount I took was HUGE. Well about 3 min after that second spoonful.. I fell.. Funny. Now I dont know if its normal but it came in waves. The 1st few waves were kinda.. Nice.. I was like "I kinda like this.. I see why you guys smoke" But it continued...... Wave after wave after wave.. It would die down a bit between each wave only to be stronger the next. I start trippin in my head thinking please please PLEASE let this stop escalating while everyone is laughing and talking im just sitting there with a, Im sure, stupid look on my face not saying a word. Now, the reason I dont smoke is that I have really bad anxiety, like clinical anxiety. I can be in Hawaii relaxing on the beach and all the sudden have a full blown panic attack. Well lets just say THATS what happened. It felt like my body was filling with liquid and hat liquid was.. Imagine if you had a gun to your head and a masked stranger said "Im going to fire in 3 seconds", Well the fear that would create is what that liquid that was slowly filling my body felt like. I felt my heart and it was going TOO fast for me to count.. I start freaking the heck out... taking deep breaths, pacing, trying every trick in the book Ive learned along the journey of enjoying the anxiety express. Eventually my heart is starting to skip beats its going so fast.. So I start freaking out more like am I about to have a heat attack?? So I run to my car and the hospital is like 3 min away, I pull in and fast walk my ass inside and check in. They do the routine, questions blood pressure, heart rate. Once she put the heart rate thing on my finger her eyes got a bit wider.. and she immediately pulls me back to a room. Im telling them I just need Xanax PLEASE just give me anxiety meds I have bad anxiety I Know what I need please come on, FREAKING out... FINALLY a doctor come with a .5 Ativan, the weakest benzodiazapine in the bunch and a low dose, when Im used to taking 1-2 mg Xanax which is stronger and obviously higher dose, but I down that little sucker with lightning speed.. It wasnt working so they gave me one more of the same, and eventually my heart rate went down and Ill be honest.. without the anxiety, the cannibas was quite enjoyable. I drove home saying very stupid stuff that made me piss my pants laughing but anyway.. The horrible part.

This guy was DRUNK AS A SKUNK and came up to my car as I pulled up and he walked up, at 1st thinking it was a homeless dude, I said sorry dude I have nothing I can give, Im a poor ass mofo myself. Turns out the neighbors across the street met him at a bar and he was a trucker from out of state and they used him for his money, probably took what he had left and then kicked him out on the street... Horrible. (I found that out later) He just wanted a ride to his hotel, and I told him I was in NO shape to drive and I was sorry. I go up to my house and sit of the steps, enjoying cannibas for the 1st time, and watch this guy yell at what I thought was just random directions, but it was at the neighbors that left him penniless. So a cab pulls up and he opens the passenger door. he leans in and argues with the cap driver that he'll pay when he gets to his hotel he promises and the cab driver wasnt having it. After about a 20 min argument the cab driver pushes him out and speeds away. the guy stumbles and spins around and falls on his back in the middle on the road.. its about 4 am. hes yelling and singing, just being drunk and theres a turn like 3 houses away from him. I see the car make the turn. I look at the car.. then at him.. then the car... then at him and I stand up and yell "DUDE MOVE" to no avail.. and SO UNFORTUNATELY the car doesnt see him. The tire hits the top of his head.. The sound I will NEVER forget was like a clicking sound with mixed with maybe the snap of the shell of a watermelon being broken. He slid a few feet over and you can imagine what liquid was starting to pool up... I went up to the guy as kicked his boot and tried to get any response. But Nothing.... I call the cops and in about 2 min like 12 police cars race up and like drift into position... tape it off and get statements. So yea like I said it turned out these girls met him at a bar, got him wasted, brought him to their house and took all his money and kicked him out.... Sometimes I feel terrible like if I just gave him a ride, but in my condition there could have been 2 deaths. I think about him every now and then. He was young, in his 20s just trying to make a living and just like that... Life is precious and you never know when your ticket is called. So dont spoil it.