Still, the draft is the draft. It's cool to go and hang out once a year. I do think the late NY/ NJ picks hurt attendance, but it also seemed like there was general disinterest (probably due to the shytty finals/ lockout).
Were you there?
Well to give you a quick background, I usually smoke 2-4 days a week. I don't live my life around it, but whenever I get the chance I like to rip bowls of fire nugget or spark a J.
Very recently I've gotten into edibles, basically splitting a couple brownies with friends and sitting on the couch for a few hours watching adult swim or whatever. Definitely a stronger high than weed, but still a fun experience.
So one of my weed buddies and I figure rather than smoke, we'll eat a brownie before the draft. What the fukk, you only live once right? Plus I went last year and it was a great time, so a weed brownie would only make the experience better... or so I thought.
On my way to the draft, I eat a pretty decent sized brownie (bigger than the edibles I did in the past). Drive to the draft, and the third dude we are with agrees to be designated driver on the way back. Parking is a cinch, I'm feeling fine, so far so good.
We get there not long before 7:30, maybe five minutes before. Draft is about to start, I feel the brownie starting to kick in, grab a beer and we go to our seats. Figuring the brownie might be decent but I'll want a stronger buzz later on, I take some pretty hearty chugs of my beer and get situated.
Not long after the first pick, BOOM. High as fukk. Everything just slows down... crazy thoughts start flying around in my head. With every pick it gets fukking worse. By the time Austin Rivers was drafted it felt like a lucid dream. Real talk fam I've never been more uncomfortable in my life. WAY higher than I've ever been, surrounded by cameras, thousands of people, loud noises, flashing lights. fukking intense. I started having mental panic attacks, thinking that I would die. For a while I considered just walking to my car and not coming back or, telling a security guard that I needed help. It was THAT bad.
Tried to do as much as I could to kill the high. Ate a shyt ton of concession stand food, drank two waters and a Sprite. By the mid-20 picks I started to come down to the point where I could function. Not really enjoying myself per se, but the paranoia had gone down and I at least had some connection to reality.
Good news being my Designated Driver friend said for the most part me and my stoned friend were acting fine. Quiet, zoning out but not panicking or anything. So I guess it was internal for the most part. We both agreed though that we would never try anything like that again. It was way too much.
