When I was 27 my brother held a bucks night party for my first marriage and we went to a strip joint. De rigeure for the boys bucks night. It was all a bit of a none event, so next night he brought around drugs to my house, marijuana. Id scrupulousy avoided touching the stuff because i believed drugs led to demonic possession, any way, there were 4 guys rolled up and I have to confess I was peer pressured into using against my better judgement.
I went completely mad, insane, and had to be bound up with ropes on the couch, trussed up like a turkey to prevent me diving head first into the toilet which i thought was a glimmering white tunnel leading straight to heaven.
Among many other things....
I had a total panic attack going to the toilet, I started walking down the corridor and it turned into a black tunnel of terror where I crawled and blubbered 4 feet from my friends in the lounge. I wrenched all the kitchen drawers out and scattered cutlery all over the kitchen while trying to make myself a cheese sandwich. The moon devoured me. And finally, My mind was taken over by Satan, adter a long and drawn out arguement between myself and Him. Of course my friends thought I was quietly watching TV while this very desperate internal battle for my soul was going on. Satan won.
It took three months of Psychiatry before I recovered from the experience.
Anybody else??
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Edited by - refiners fire on 17 June 2002 1:38:53