Next thing I know. I’m lying on the floor. Completely paralyzed. I couldn’t move a muscle.
I laid there on the floor like that for about 5 hours. I started to get more and more scared. Like: “Fuck. I’ve slipped into this weird coma state. I’ve lost the ability to control my limbs. Whatever that part of the brain is that allows us to command our arms and legs to move. It had been severed.”
After about 5 hours I started to get really scared. Like I would be trapped in my brain for the rest of my life. Unable to communicate with the outer world.
To this day I don’t know what caused it. Perhaps the pot had been tainted with some weird chemical.
But I vividly remember thinking: “I’ve suffered brain damage.”
The weirdest thing was. My mind was still functioning normal. I was acutely aware of everything that was going on. But the part of my brain that is connected with my motor skill movements had somehow been disconnected.
Anyways, thankfully, after lying on the floor of my office for 5 hours like a paralyzed sack of shit, I gradually began to regain my motor skills. WHAT A RELIEF THAT WAS!
Shortly after — a couple weeks later — my left eye went blind. And why I’m thinking about it now is because I notice in this photo that I just took that the left side of my face is kind of lop-sided. My mouth and my eye.
So I probably experienced some kind of brain damaging stroke. My mind was never quite as sharp after that. But most people never noticed. Because I’m still a pretty sharp motherfucker as it is. But I noticed.
But I remember thinking. “I was almost one of the first people to OD from smoking pot. I really can’t do anything right.”