But there was this one I remembered in 2018.
I was sad and broke and just wished I could celebrate it.
Some of my old friends came over; they do smoke, drink, party and all sort on an average day anyway, so
I told one of them how I was feeling, and he shared with his other friends.
They took me out to celebrate it, and we went to a place ( I won't mention the name to avoid trouble)
It's a hotel, but they had this big outdoor center behind it
We got a big table, and it was around 3 pm.
They asked me to order for anything I want, and they made their orders.
They ordered a cake, shisha and they brought their weeds.
I hardly drink nor smoke, so I ordered shawarma and VitaMilk🤦🏾♂️.
They brought my cake, and it was this round small chocolate plain cake.
No names nothing, it was specially made.
They wished me a happy birthday, and I was asked to cut the cake and eat first.
I asked them if there is anything in the cake, they said it was a pot brownie (weed cake).
That it's good for self-reflection, and I will get to a high place to discover myself.
I started loving the way I was feeling, so I took more.
I almost finished the whole cake alone.
At 5 pm I was completely gone.
I had this feeling that
I could feel every step I made, and my shoes suddenly became so uncomfortable. I sat down gently and took them off, felt like there were some sands in it, and it was hard walking around like that.
I was putting on a t-shirt with a white round-neck underneath.
So when I felt too much fire on me, I had to pull off the T-shirt gently.
My friends were laughing at me at that point.
I told them I was just hot.
Since I wasn't putting on any shoe, I knew I would be faster.
We were talking and joking, but the voice kept asking me to run.
I looked straight at the long entrance,
That felt so good and was probably the best moment ever.
It felt so good, the breeze felt so cold, and I loved how it was brushing my face.
I looked back, and I discovered I wasn't the only one who had the same intention.
My friends had it too🤣
I was determined that I won't let them win our little race.
I was running so fast, and since everyone was enjoying it, I felt it wouldn't be wrong if we can extend the race a bit to the street and see how it goes.
So when I got to the gate,
Not so bad, I continued my race.
My friends were still running after me and shouting some inaudible things.
I couldn't hear them.
There was this garage I was about to run through.
My friends shouted again and
They held me, and I swear they had some sort of razor in their hands, even my friends' hands because it felt so sharp and painful, so I started shouting for help and crying so loud.
My parents came that night after receiving calls about my situation.
I was admitted for some days before they allowed me to go home.
It was all a reaction to the weed I took.
I almost lost my mind and life.
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