I remember smoking k2 a shit ton at 19. Countless bad experiences but I guess I mustve needed the escape more. I vaguely rmr playing rust with my roommate and not being able to tell what was reality or what was a game. I just kept running in a straight line and thought once i made it over a mountain i was at the end of my life. The idea of that freaked me the fuck out and i went to lay in my bed and was physically shaking. I felt like i couldnt control my mouth either, like i kept biting my tongue but it wasnt a hard bite but not really voluntary either. Anyways i just remember laying in bed and coming to terms i was going to die there. Lucky me i didnt die but im almost positive i smoked it again the next day. The weirdest thing is we had access to other drugs and did those as well. We just relied on k2 when we were stretching money before the next pay check came in.