Weed sets In… What should I Do?
In this race to get home, I opened google maps and tried to follow the directions. I can’t say how long this went on, but at a certain point during the night I simply gave up. The directions did not make any sense to me. Nothing was making sense to me. I could not tell where I was, and the entire time it appeared like I was in a maze. It seemed like my mind was playing tricks on me and I could not regain control at all. I wanted to be in control of me, and at this moment that was impossible. I have vague memories of walking in an area, where there were red lights… Did I walk through the Red Light District? In this state, this is a scary thought, which shows the lack of control that I had.
At a certain time on this trek home, reality struck… “You are unable to ride this bike,” so I began to push it. “The GPS does not make sense anymore,” therefore I remember walking up to a taxi driver to attempt to get a taxi home. However, the driver said, “I can take you, but I can’t take the bike.” Now my bike has been my biggest disturbance from the start of this ordeal and it would be the biggest concern on my mind to the end. At this point, I must have stumbled along a little further and decided to give up.
By now, the drugs were all settled in. With two space cakes working in my system, I felt like my veins were about to pop out of my head. My heart was throbbing at a rate of 100 MPH. And when I sat down and tried to stand up, it felt like a thousand hands were pulling me down. I did not like this feeling. I needed help. So, I tried to get the attention of a few passersby, but no one took a peep at me. Apparently, they are used to scenes like this in Amsterdam.