I didn't know what had happened, just that while I was high my heart was beating out of my throat, I was having racing thoughts, and I felt like
I was already dead. For a couple years after, I had convinced myself it was laced and that I'd merely had a bad experience. Well, 8 months after the first incident I smoked again, had a milder experience, and when I tried to sleep at night I couldn't. It was as if someone was racing through a slideshow and my mind's eye was the screen.