What is SPICE drug?

Answer 1

Spice or K2 is an incense that mimics the effects of marijuana, it isn't good it gets you high for like 30 minutes and then you have the biggest headache of your life. If you want to get high just smoke weed

smoking spice is very bad for you, your not smoking a plant, your smoking the chamicals that the plant is laced with. the chemicals used in the drug have not been tested much, so you dont really know what you are consuming. for all we know, whoever consumes a certain type of spice can get cancer in 5 years, it could highten the risk of diseases you get when your older, and other things like that. my personal experience with it was not fun, i can tell you:

Not a good thing to me at all. i started smoking a bowl, and i could only handle 3 hits. The effects hit almost right away and at first it was very enjoyable, but soon after I felt an extreme paranoia creep over me. I then closed the doors and shut out the lights. I felt as if I were pulled into a world of cubical objects, and my vision was pixilated to the point where I could only see 5 or 6 sections of what was in front of me. I found myself visually narrating what I was doing, it made me feel very paranoid and I didn't quite know what I was doing. I didn't know how to control myself and yet I kept going. It wasn't that bad at first only because I gave myself a task that involved physical movement. After which I laid down and attempted to use my laptop, I was not able to function enough to know what to do, let alone keep an idea in my head for more than a few seconds. My vision started warping and I got really confused and my stomach started to hurt really bad so I laid my head down and covered myself with my blanket and attempted to sleep, I was unsuccessful at that and I tried to comprehend what I was doing, I felt like I wasn't real, like I was some sort of program in this world, like I had no meaning and that I had no difference in the world, that I wasn't a difference in this world or to anybody. I had significant trouble breathing, and often incorporated my short breaths with a beat that I thought meshed with what I was thinking. I was panicking, and for a while I thought I wouldn't live through this experience, I have heard stories about people going to the hospital and even killing themselves while under the influence of this drug. My mind was spinning most of the time, and I remember reciting long sentences and paragraphs that made perfect sense at the time, but I don't think that any sober person listening to it would have understood. It felt as if I was thinking in a different language, and for a moment I didn't even understand what I was saying. I started shaking violently and convulsing, like I was having a seizure and that seemed to last for about 15 minutes. When I realized that I had stopped breathing for a prolonged amount of time, I took a deep breath and moved positions, where my lungs would feel more open. I felt a rush to my head and I could breathe easier. I remember repeating in my head that I needed to breathe, I had to remind myself or I would forget. I remember looking around my room, to see if I could look at an object and know its history, how I got it, just to make me feel like I wasn't just another object, like I had meaning. I noticed that all of the colors in my room had bumped up a notch and everything seemed so melancholic and solemn. I started to regain sense of reality and I played a familiar song in my head, it seemed to calm me down, so I turned around and played music from my laptop, this time I could comprehend what was actually happening. I laid there listening to the music and I let myself calm down, I may have drifted off to sleep at one point, I'm not quite sure though. I remember getting up to get some food and having to rush back to bed with sudden yet extreme nausea. After maybe 15 minutes my stomach had calmed down but for some reason I felt like eating more food would help me feel better, so I went to the kitchen, using the couch in the living room as a rest point. I ate a bowl of cereal in my bed, and then removed the blanket from my window so I could see outside. At that point most of the effect of the high had worn off but I was still a little uncomfortable. That for the most part is my basic experience with spice after only three hits.I don't quite remember what the specific product was called, but I had tried it a few times before and it hadn't been this extreme. I know I will most likely never be doing it again, it was just a bad experience and it caused me a lot of mental trouble.

A couple nights before, I had tried only one hitof spice and it wasn't quite as extreme, but still uncomfortable. I was with 4 other people. Only 3 of us hit the bowl but I seemed to have taken the largest rip. Its effects hit me right away as well, and I sat criss crossed on the ground facing the others. I turned my head towards the T.V. and I began to feel frightened, I had never been that high before. I was fidgeting and shaking, I didn't quite know how to handle it, and I just knew it wasn't a good feeling. I couldn't fake a smile and I couldn't talk, my speech function had ceased to work. After a while the awkward silence ensued, and we all got up to leave. I didn't want anyone to know how high I was and I noticed I was constantly moving so I put my hands in my pocket. When it came time to leave the apartment I didn't know if I was even able to walk, but I did. I found myself not knowing where we were going, my vision could be compared to the pixilated vision one gets when they breathe in too much helium. I remember having to grab on to my surroundings to keep myself up. It seemed like a cartoon, the outer edges of my vision was like the black and white little dots that pop up on a TV screen when there is no picture, it felt like I was the eyes of a character in a video game but I couldn't control what was going on, it was like my body already knew what to do. We then got into the car, I was extremely quiet and when they would bring me into the conversation I just nodded and laughed like I knew what they were talking about, and I let the high wear off. When I got home I needed to read something, so I decided to read the great Gatsby, as I vigorously took notes on f Scott Fitzgerald's writing, like I knew what he meant, like I was in his mind. For about an hour or so I sat on the couch trying to contemplate what had just happened, and why it affected me most the time, when I had done it 3 times before on that very same day. Over all it was most definitely NOT a good time, and all I wanted were answers, and so I vowed to try it only one more time, so I knew to observe what was going on, all though the next time I still wasn't able to tell what was going on the majority of the time.