At Coachella, I ate a brownie made by an idiot, which I guess makes me an idiot too. I made it to the end of the parking lot before the bullet train to hell showed up. I just laid in the grass and watched my world disappear for many lifetimes. I was a worm trying to evolve into something better, but this music festival decided to take place on top of my home. I was terrified of being stepped on. After an hour in human time, I snapped out of it and I could at least move again. Turns out the idiot who made the brownies added 10x a typical dose, something like 50 mg of thc per brownie. It took forever to get back to normal, like over a day. I went 5 years after that before I touched weed again.