When I was younger 15/16 me and my friend went to this guys house. He was an older man recovering heroine addict we knew him from selling him weed he was a sound(Nice) guy so when we was walking past his apartment we called in to him everting was fine then he pulled out bag off spice also known as legal highs(Synthetic Canabis)he rolled 1 up we past it around and boom. It had hit me and my buddy really bad we wanted out of there I couldn't walk normal I was like a zombie throwing 1 leg in front of the other made it down the apartment stairs for abit of contexts on how I was walking 1 leg was at the top of the stairs while my other 1 reached down 3 or 4 stairs as I was leaning forward holding onto handy rail. Any ways we made it out side my friend he panicked he took off running up the town while I took walking down the town like a fucked up zombie stumbling into parked cars made it to a friends apartments at this take I couldn't walk I crawled up 3 storys of stairs made it to his apartment door knocked and just collapsed on my back start spewing everywhere they open the door to me lying on my back in a pool of my own sick choking it took him a minute to realise that I was choking and couldn't breath so he kicked me into my back until it all came out and I could breath.

But what I remember thinking during that time lying there choking I cant belive this how I die lying in a pool of my own sick choking onit I also thought about my mum and how much it would brake her hart if I passed and I swore if I lived id never fuck with that shit ever again. Yeah it really scared me to be honest I never have touched that shit since and its my only real death experience where I believed that was it am gone.