A coworker gave me some THC laced stuff at work without warning me. So I’m sitting at my desk, when all of a sudden I start panicking. I feel weird. Is my heart stopping? I can’t move my arms. I start yelling. Other coworkers come to my aid. I tell them I can’t move my arms, while waving them wildly. They tell me I need to go to the hospital. The coworkers who dosed me said he’d take me, and they had to wheel me out to his truck in my desk chair because I said my legs didn’t work either.

In the car, he told me I can’t say anything about what he gave me, or we’d both be in huge trouble. So, I freak out more. We get to the ER, and I just don’t say anything. He’s talking for me. In the room, they give me some Valium and I calm down. The nurse thinks we are a couple. He’s a 40 year old dude, I was a 23 year old dude. Too freaked out still to correct her.

Next day, go back to the office like nothing happened.

Shit myself in the endagine maccas.

Walked home.

But the house I went to wasn’t my home.

Nice try FBI

I woke up (from a blackout) on the hood of a car. A car that was stopped at a red light and wasn’t the car my friends were driving. I guess I leapt out of the backseat and rolled around on their hood? Idk, I blacked out again then came-to again rolling through some wet grass. Blacked out again and woke up on a couch.

Turns out that humans can teleport.

Want more details? Me too. But I have no idea. It was more than two decades ago and I no longer drink.

I thought my plane was on fire so I tried to pull the emergency fire suppression on the engines, but my fellow pilots stopped me.

(For Context: https://abcnews.go.com/US/former-alaska-airlines-pilot-shut-engines-flight-shares/story?id=113066835)

My little brother came home drunk once when he was about 17 or 18 and he was hardly able to walk. I had to help him go into the bathroom because he felt sick. Then he literally hugged the toilet for about half an hour.