Jane tried to get me to eat food, thinking that it would help me to stop being high. But, I wasn’t drunk I was high so it didn’t work.
My mouth was numb and I realized I was chewing something. I had a thought race through my head, “You’re chewing off your tongue!”
I put my finger in my mouth expecting that when I took my finger out it would be covered in blood and bits of my tongue. My finger was covered in tortilla chips. “My tongue is okay,” I said to myself.
I laid down and stared at the wall because I felt like everything around me was coming alive. The couch and the window were becoming sentient beings that were trying to talk to me. I thought that if I was exposed to the least amount of visual stimuli then I would not hallucinate, boy was I wrong!
There was a little crack in the wall, or maybe there wasn’t a crack, who knows? Anyway, I started staring at the crack and the crack had this little door with a demon behind it staring back at me. I quickly closed my eyes.
I started telling myself over and over, everything will be okay! Everything will be okay. Everything will be okay!
I heard these horrible sped-up demonic singing voices repeating, “Everything will be OKAY! Everything will be OKAY!!!!! EVERYYYYTHINGGGG WILLLL BEEEEEEEEEEEEEE OKAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYY!!!!” These voices were sardonically mocking my misery.
I started hearing Beethoven. I thought that Jane put it on to try to soothe me. I later learned that I was just crazy and she did no such thing. The music started to slowly drown out the evil singing I heard and I briefly felt better.
Later, I heard two people speaking to each other, one was speaking an Asian language and the other was speaking Italian. I tried to listen very carefully to both of them so that I could learn their language and then tell them to help me, but I had no such luck!
Suddenly, the house I was living at, was trembling as rocks were being thrown at it. Maybe someone was trying to rob us? Maybe Kim Jong-Un had dropped a bomb? No, it was raining! I realized it was rain! I was so proud of myself for figuring it out!
My achievement came to a screeching halt when the demon I had seen earlier, reappeared as large as me, sitting upside down on the ceiling eating something. “It’s not real, you’re just high,” I told myself. I looked away and saw cars stuck in traffic on my wall.
At 6:30 a.m. I woke up, no longer high, I wasn’t twitching or in pain anymore. I could finally move of my own volition. I walked to the bathroom and took a long look in the mirror. Afraid of my own reflection, I was glad that I was sane again. No longer fearing how much worse the next moment would be.
Long story short, never ever eat the entire pot brownie.