IP360
Doctorate & Ph.D in Bootyology
I went to a concert in Oakland with the homies when I was 18. A little before we get there, we smoked a couple of bowls and a blunt, then headed inside.
We get in there and it's hella cramped and hot. They had a fan on, but all it did was blow around more hot air than anything. We had brought some more herb with us into the show, but since we had never been the venue before we waited to see someone else spark and guaged the reaction.
When we saw someone else burn and nothing happened, we sparked another blunt and passed it around. I was starting to feel a little woozy and the music started sounding distorted. Had me like, damn, maybe the homie who sold this to me laced it up.
A couple of minutes later, one of my homeboys fell forward and landed on me. I started laughing because he was a clown type of dude and in my mind I was like "this dude is acting as retarded in public as he does in private"
I shoved him off me, he fell to the ground and started doing the thriller dance on the floor:
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I looked over and saw my boys were frozen in fear while the homie seemingly had a seizure before us. As soon as he stopped shaking I picked him up off the ground and was like "you good?"
He said he was good, took two steps and fell straight down again, landing on his back. He just laid there perfectly still with his eyes open. He didn't move for a while and I was pretty sure homie was dead. Either way, we needed to get out of there.
All of a sudden, the DJ jumped off the stage and helped me drag dude out the door. By the time my boys snapped out of their fear trance, he had already woken up and was outside.
We had more drugs on us, so we got the hell out of there before the ambulance showed up.
My dealer denied he sprinkled anything on that herb, but to this day Im still 50/50 on it
Lol @ his boy Thriller dancing on the floor...