I like stories. Works of fiction. yeah.
Once in college, while living in a trailer off campus, I introduced two of my friends to some hashish. We were excited because it looked so beautiful and smelled so heavenly.
We placed a small chunk of it on a pin which was stuck through a piece of cardboard, lit it, then placed a glass on top of it. The smoke would fill the glass then each of us took turns inhaling it. The effect was almost immediate.
I decided to play some Pharoah Sanders because one of my friends loved jazz. The music was very atonal and explosive. My friend began to hold his breath and looked like he was about to have a convulsion. Seeing this, my other friend shouted,
"Take that off! Take that off! It's going to kill him!"