so last weekend at a party my friend passed out after 15 beers, a few shots, some weed, salvia and some knife hits. he passed out at like three in the morning on my friends parents bed and pissed himself and threw up everywhere. so at like five we cleaned all the shit up and drug him downstairs and into his car. i was sitting in the drivers seat and he was right next to me in the passenger's seat.
then he started like uncontrolably shivering and shit and like spitting. it was fucked up and kept like shaking him and he was just passed the fuck out. i didn't think he could be too cold cause it was like 50 out (we live in ak). so i drove him around for a while and then realized his car didn't have any heat. so i parked him on a sideroad like a half mile from my house and walked home hoping he would be fine. he was shivering like the whole time but started to wake up a bit by the end.
talked to him the next day and he felt like shit but he was fine. anybody else have somethin like this happen? or know why he was all full body shivering and spitting and shit? scared me pretty bad when i thought about it.
A knife hit is perhaps the most intriguing thermodynamic interaction within the marijuana smoking community. Complex, yet elegent, the knife hit has astounded scientists for generations. The process goes as follows: Heat electric stove burner until it turns red. Take two butter knives and set them in between the rings to heat the ends of the knives. Take a small nug and set it on the stove next to the burner. Once your knives are hot, apply one to the nug so it sticks, and then take the other knife and sandwich it. At this point a plume of smoke will rise and be collected by some sort of 2 litre bottle with the bottom cut off of it, or other similar apparatus. The user will collect as much smoke as possible in the container they have fashioned, and then inhale said smoke.
the friendly thing would have been to take your friend to the hospital, to make sure your friend, would still be alive and able to be your friend. thats no way to treat your friend no amount of trouble from johnny law or your parents is worth the guilt of having a friend die because you were lazy, scared, or what ever. shit, he is your friend treat him like one.
ahhhhhhh. that is intriguing. must be kind of anoying though. you would have to go to an open window when ever exhaling if you dont want to make the room smell, or cover it up with a spray, which might make ones parents suspicious. seems like it would be a lot easier to roll a j.
Thanks for the info.