I know this guy who lives in a camper in a gated community and lets people come over to his house to do 'things'. So me and two of my friends-one of which had only smoked twice and the other who is a fucking light weight-asked if we could come over and smoke weed and all that. Me and the friend who had only smoked twice are 16 and my third friend is 18 but can't drive or anything yet.
So we got to the house or whatever and the guy who owned it showed us in and it was really small because it was a camper and all and we all went back to the bed room which was completely taken up by the bed. After we started the pipe going around, he left because he had to go get his truck from a few counties over. My second-timer friend only took a few hits, and my light weight friend took 2 or 5, we have some disagreements; but I got baked as Hell.
So we were chilling out for a while, and it was like 1 in the morning, and my lightweight friend came to the conclusion that the guy who let us come over didn't actually own the house and he had taken us out in the boonies and left us and was going to call the cops on us.
I can see where she came up with the idea that he didn't live there, because it didn't smell like cigarettes, there was no garbage or food or electricity and all that good stuff. No signs of life.
So they start FREAKING OUT and calling everyone they can and we get ahold of the guy and they have me pretty much convinced we're fucked so I'm freaking out on him about 'why the fuck aren't we at your house, jack ass?' and all that and pretty much as soon as he starts explaining things I realize that there is no way my friends have any idea what they're talking about and I feel terrible.
This was actually last night and I haven't talked to the guy yet to clear things up.
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Hopefully, he'll understand.

Haha, don't you hate that "i'm so fucked" feeling that you get sometimes with paranoia? I tripped out so hard once that I actually went and lived in the mountains for 2 days without telling my family or anyone cuz I thought I saw cops in my yard staking my place out lol!

Fuck, these stories are funny.
Me and my friend Shaun were smoking skunk weed and we thought it was a good idea to sprinkle some meth on the bowl. We were walking and this kid Devan came out of nowhere and said we were acting funny, so he recorded us. Then we started walking by this lake and i "saw a fish and it told me it was going to kill me". I ran like crazy screaming "It's gonna kill me!"

I watched the video two days later and fucking cracked up...

first time I smoked weed, I was in college. I wasn't to paranoid about getting caught because basically 95% (seriously everyone) smoked there. I had no idea how much to smoke, had no idea how potent it was, and smoked at least 3 bowls with 2 random chicks. THen my buddy steve came over to my appartment, and I couldn't understand what he was saying to me, and I thought he was crying blood. so I told them I was tired and layed down ( I actually felt really fucking sick...I ended up barfing until I passed out from lack of breath later that night). After I layed down, they left, and I laid there. My fucking sink was leaking in the other room, and every time the drop hit the sink, I thought it was saying "you....will....die...." Then, it got worse and I thought a giant spider was in my closet, I thought hundreds of spiders were crawling on the floor, and I thought someone was trying to grab my ankles from under my bed.

the next time I smoked pot was just as bad...only not scary...I was smashed on a bottle of cheap wine, and smoke 4 bowls with 4 chicks (again), and I got carried back to my appartment, threw up red wine all over my white jeans, and started playing guitar...I thought a band was playing with me, and I started rocking out hard, and cranked my amp...I got many knocks on my door asking to shut the fuck up

I get fucked up really easy....probably because I only drink maybe once a month (not by choice) and I rarely smoke pot...and it doesn't help that I weigh about 135 pounds

I once killed a man to make myself seem cool to a bunch of twelve year olds on an internet forum.

Ehh once i was on acid and my parents came home(i was like 15) and i was crawling on the floor trying to make sure they didn't see me through the blinds when they pulled in.

High in a house being built, at 10 at night, every car that went by looked like a cop. Another time, in this place we call the hole, a fucking police copter was flying over at like midnight with the spot light on. Tripped balls.

fuck man, I'd have to drive 1 hour to salt lake city to get my coke and i'd just get it from my dealer then park somewheres to snort it up. after that it took me like fuckin' 3 hours to get home cuz I'd be so paranoid i'd get off the freeway at every other off ramp to make sure i wasn't being followed and to go wash my hands and nose off at a gas station and look in the mirror to make sure i didn't have any white shit on me. then when i'd finally get home i'd just avoid anyone who tried to talk to me even if that meant locking myself in my bathroom for a while haha then i'd take like 4 fuckin' showers cuz i swear my dad always smelled the coke on me when he walked in my room (cuz he used to do the same shit back in the day haha)