A few years ago I was with friends in a catwalk near My high school, we had just finished smoking all of My weed I had bought moments before. After the sesh I could sense this was not My normal high, I was uneasy, paranoid and felt like I needed get away. I told My friends I felt like going home, We said our goodbyes and I continued down the alley towards an LRT station. Stumbling down the alley I was suddenly overcome with an array of symptoms including pixelated vision, body tremors, severe lightheadedness and a painfully intense heartbeat. These symptoms caused Me to bend over and collapse on the gravel road, time was non-existent I felt I was dying. I was in a panic, confused and out of energy, I came to my feet, tried to calm down and resumed my goal of getting to the LRT station, I lit a smoke to appear normal and got on a bus. I managed to get home and rest, the next day feeling much better I found the weed I had (Blunt roach from sesh) in my smoke pack and toked up. I felt no adverse effects and assumed I had to much. This was my first and only attack, I still smoke to this day :-D P.S. "Marijuana is addictive in the sense that all great things in life are worth repeating"