[RSBob]

Two-bone reminded me of an 'altered state' experience in college. My roommate, the consumate druggy/head was always getting stronger more powerful bud. When his 67 Vette was broken he bribed me to drive him to class, 20 mins one way, with his latest most potent purchase. WTF, why not? We smoked, toked, and joked all the way to UCI. The stuff really didn't feel all that strong when we got to school. I dropped him off and started the drive back. I cranked up the tuneage and was enjoying myself when time started slowing like I have never experienced. I was going 20 over the limit and felt like I was at a crawl. Rather than step it up to feel like I was actually moving, paranoia crept in and thought, "Man if I get busted for driving high, I will be in deep s***", so I backed it down to dead on the limit. That probably looked even more in suspicious.

All of a sudden I couldn't feel the accelorator, bake pedal, or clutch. When I stabbed at them, nothing seemed to happen. Worse yet, I couldn't feel the steering wheel in my hands. I saw my hands on it, but couldn 't feel it. Then, OMG, the road turned into a snake and I had to drive on top of the double yellow for fear of sliding down the sides into the ditches. To he** with the cops, I was trying to survive. Then I snapped out of it and remembered the road should be flat. The signal about a quater mile ahead turned red. How am I going to stop the car if I can't feel the brake - well I pushed and pushed and the car started slowing and slowing and slowing and... I must have been going 5 MPH with 1/8th of a mile to go. Just before the signal, I pulled off the road and parked it. I can't drive! Then paranoia again. "what if the cops come by and see me on the side of the road with bright red eyes and unable to talk?" Time to hit the road again. To make a too long story short, I did make it through the light and the next 3 lights and felt like it took 3 hours to get home. When I got home I couldn 't study, I could only stare. So I flipped on the tube until my friend came home from class two hours later. He walked in the door and said, "How did you like the new Bud? I had problems taking notes today, but I think the stuff has more promise in a bong." All I could do was just stare and say, "Yeah".