My ex best friend
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I kinda hate you for going to his mom's house though. I would possibly skipped that small party if I was treated like that.
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And sleeping in his bed after that was not my thing as well I have one friend atm and if he treats me like that I stopped talking or at least avoiding him as much as I can until he make a move first.
I'm loving this story but I have to side with others on where you've definitely missed some red flags. I think out of your desperation and competition with Eric and T's co-workers for his attention, you've faltered and made some mistakes in your judgement calls in this interesting thing you have going on here. Wishing you the best going forward and by the title, I'm assuming things only go down hill from here 
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I was definitely blind. I'm amazed at how much I overlooked. There is a rollercoaster ride of good and bad times that came after he moved in with me.I'm loving this story but I have to side with others on where you've definitely missed some red flags. I think out of your desperation and competition with Eric and T's co-workers for his attention, you've faltered and made some mistakes in your judgement calls in this interesting thing you have going on here. Wishing you the best going forward and by the title, I'm assuming things only go down hill from here
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Thanks! I'm gonna try to get part 7 out before the week is out.
I can imagine! I have had a similar problem with my best friend. The difference is that he’s not straight, resents the fact he’s bi etc. He’s been the love of my life since college but now that I only see him once every few months it’s actually easy to coop with we’re still friends. Can’t wait to read the rest of the story, so far I love it and find so many similarities it’s a bit scary
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Well I'm glad you like it and I'm glad you're still friends. I wouldn't wish the drama that came later on anyone.
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Part 7: Roommates
Right before T moved in he was telling about how he's a hermit and likes to stay in his room and sleep a lot. I felt like he was exaggerating because he was already acting weird and this was his excuse to continue to act strange after he moved in. I wouldn't think a hermit would want to hang out almost everyday like he did for the past 8 months or so. I was an actual home-body and I didn't get out much unless I had something to do or someone to chill with.
I was really let down when T moved in because he was being very weird. The weirdness went on for probably a week or so before I had to say something. We never had a single argument before this. He locked himself in his room constantly when he wasn't working and all the hanging out and talking all day that we always did our entire friendship changed drastically. Before he went off to work and before my day started we would both be downstairs having breakfast sometimes and he would be glued to his phone. This was a new thing. When he was on his phone he would still be engaging with me, showing me old pictures or funny memes. He would only act like normal when he came home from work with Eric, who followed when they got off at the same time. Eric was such a goofball that it took him many, many months to learn how to get to my place from his job lol. He literally had to follow T to make it to my place because he couldn't remember the 3 turns you had to make from his job. After work he would be normal again and be friendly with me again in front of Eric.
So I couldn't live with this awkwardness with T and I had to text him about it because he seemed like he was in another world at home usually. I told him we were better friends before he moved in and told him he acts like he hates my guts. I reminded him how different we used to be. His response at first was that he had no idea what I was talking about. Then he said that I don't know him like I think I do and he didn't know me all that well either. This is the same man who I talked to each and every day for the past 8 months or so and who told me he loved me after 2 or 3 months of knowing me. He tried to say he's just chilling at home now and that he told me he's a hermit. I was beyond frustrated. I was not seeking his undivided attention because I have lots of bills and I pay them all by myself and that takes work. All I wanted was for T to acknowledge my existence and be friendly like he always used to be. He acted like he never met me before when we were home alone all of a sudden.
T's awkwardness still didn't stop even after I confronted him about it. I was so uncomfortable in my own place. T and I still talked some but not as much as we used to. I had to talk to him one more time about how weird he was being before he finally snapped out of it. For the second time he tried to say that he was being normal and got all mad. He wouldn't let up and he said "I'm not saying that shit again." He never cursed at me before and I told him in all seriousness not to talk to me that way or to ever disrespect me like that. This went down in a text again and he didn't respond to that. After 2 uncomfortable conversations T finally dropped the weird act and we became close again. I was extremely close to sending him back to his mom's house but something held me back.
We started to have fun like we used to again. T actually was a good roommate after that. I never asked him to do a single thing around the apartment like cook, clean or do chores. I only asked that he not bring his other coworkers there all the time, not eat too much in his bedroom and that he pay his very small portion of the rent. Whenever he felt like it he would wash the dishes, do some handy work like fix broken cabinets, which I found very sexy lol. He would cook sometimes too. Sometimes after a day of hustling books he would text me that he has some food ready for me. It was so nice to come home to a meal lol. He introduced me to some new meals that I never ate before and he tried some new things that I learned to cook. He made the best cheeseburgers. I told him "I don't know what kind of special sauce you put in those burgers but that shit works lol." He loved my lasagna recipe and said he never cared for it before but that I made the best he ever had.
Even though I made a more money than T, he was very generous. When we would go out to eat sometimes out of the blue he would pay for me. He was the same with buying groceries. I would get like $100 worth of food, mostly stuff for me and some things he liked and he would buy it all. He really was sweet. It was this type of kindness that made it so hard to kick him out when things got so awkward. It didn't make sense to me how his personality changed at first.
I was so happy that we got through that rough patch. It really touched me when he called my apartment home. Sometimes I would ask when he think he would be home just to know when I had some alone time. If you recall T seemed to have a thing for my feet and vice versa so one day I decided to be naughty and have a sniff of his slides that he wore all the time. They smelled like a combination of sweat and pure sexiness lol. My fetish was perfectly in check but T was barefoot at home all the time and shirtless too when it was warm. I had some nice eye candy around the house lol.
His department at his job was always understaffed so he had to work long hours and he was only eating like once a day most days. At 6'2 he was about 185 when we first met and he had some belly fat but he lost all of that fat by this time and had a flat belly. He lost about 20 pounds or so. Every now and then he let me touch his belly and chest for just a second or two. He was so proud of his tight belly. He didn't seem open to letting Eric touch him but he sure didn't mind when I did every blue moon. He felt like he was too skinny for his height and I told him I liked the slim look on him. He responded with "ahh I see." Before he moved in he and I talked a lot about working out together but we kind of forgot about it. He kept talking about getting all big and buff and I would jokingly say that I didn't want him to get big and that I wouldn't be a attracted to him anymore haha. He never talked about getting big and muscular again. I don't know if I influenced that or not.
When he was a teen T had a horrible injury to his shoulder. I think he was on a dirt bike when it happened but he was in the hospital and it was the worst pain he ever experienced. It was still uncomfortable for him sometimes. I think that was a part of why he wanted to be high all the time. In all of the months that I knew him he would wear tank tops a lot but I never noticed that he had a bone sticking out on his bad shoulder. One day he was washing dishes and I placed a hand on his shoulder to thank him for being a good roommate for doing the dishes. He told me to touch it again and asked if I felt the bone sticking out. I was surprised and said "how have I never seen that before?" I told him that goes to show how other people don't notice your flaws as much as you do your own.
He used to lift weights in high school but he had to stop after his injury. I felt bad for him that his shoulder still bothered him sometimes. When I met him I had a little extra stubborn belly fat too that was hard to get rid of in my early thirties but T told me about intermittent fasting and at first I said I can't do that lol. I was too used to eating 3 meals a day but I gave it a try. Within a few weeks of having a huge 16 hour or so window with no food, mostly at night and eating just 2 meals a day, I lost all of that excess fat. I barely had a pinch of fat on my belly and I did very little exercise. After that I was confident enough to be shirtless all the time when it was warm enough too lol.
T was constantly talking to me about sex and jacking off so it forced me to think about him in a sexual way. We talked about it enough to know that we both jacked off to porn everyday. He actually casually mentioned that he saw gay porn before. I didn't get anymore details about it but we talked about what sites we liked to go to. I used to wish we could watch some together or maybe have a toy threeway with one of my fleshlights lol. He told me after he did mmf threeways with 2 of his buddies they went from friend to brother. I was so envious of that and wished to God that I could have some type of experience with him. That was just wishful thinking, but one day I looked on the side of his bed after he left for work and there was his beat sheet, slick with fresh cum! I know this was invasive but I was so in love with this man. It was an old t shirt and it smelled just like mine. That provided me none of the intimacy that I craved but it was better than nothing. I didn't add to the sheet or anything and I put it back hoping he wouldn't notice that it was messed with it.
I figured out that he jacked off before work in the morning. Sometimes I would hear a little noise from his room which was across the hall from mine but I always assumed he was just yawning or something. I really didn't do it when he was home. Neither of us ever locked our doors but we did close them. Neither of us were the types to parade around the house in our underwear, much to my regret. If he had been a complete nudist I wouldn't have had any problems with it lol. I had to see all the guys in my platoon, a few dozen guys, naked everyday in basic training so I knew how to keep my cool if that were to happen haha. The best I got was lots of bare feet and T being shirtless all the time when the weather permitted. He knew exactly how much I was in love with him and how attracted to him I was the entire time.
That's it for part 7 ya'll. Nothing special happened in this one, but stay tuned!
I need the part 8!!!
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Part 8: Franzia
One night T and Eric came after work with some wine in a box called Franzia. They wanted to have a night of drinking and I was down for it. I was a little sad that they made this plan without me but it was no big deal. The Franzia was in a bag inside the box and we drank directly from it. They drank more than me and they said you had to slap the bag before each drink lol. I had been drunk before but never so drunk that I had a hangover. That changed after this night. T and Eric got pissy drunk before I did so I looked after both of them until I passed out too haha. I made sure they had some water to drink. Eric crashed on the couch downstairs first then T and I went upstairs. T started to vomit in his bathroom and he laid out on the floor. I remember looking at him wishing I could feel him up or hoping he would have dragged me into bed with him, but before I knew it the box wine hit me hard that I barely made it to my own bed as the room started spinning.
They both had to work the next day and I was amazed that they made it to work. I had my first hangover and couldn't do shit the next day but luckily I was self employed and had the freedom to just rest lol. It was a fun night but I vowed that I could never drink that much wine in a box again. Whenever I see that nasty Franzia in the grocery store my stomach rumbles a little bit lol. T told me he was so grateful for the water I gave him that next day. Eric recorded some of it and it was a lot of fun night all in all.
As time went on T and I would go out and do things sometimes. When the fair came to town he and I went and he invited Eric without telling me at first. We had an amazing time. We got on a lot of rides. I'm deathly afraid of heights and T isn't so he convinced me to get on this scary ass ride that was like an elevator of death. I jokingly asked he would hold my hand for that ride and he was like "uh no." He could be very sensitive sometimes so I had to be careful what I said to him. This elevator ride was the tallest ride out there and you could see so much of the city from the top. It was an amazing view. Anyway, I was sure I would pass out from that big drop but surprisingly I didn't and I survived lol. My throat was sore as hell and I asked T why was that. He said it was because I yelled so hard the whole time lol.
We had so much fun and we were spent after that ride and we were ready to go, but he invited Eric so he came right when we were ready to go. Eric immediately asked T for money to get on some rides and Eric had to explain to him that he wasn't doing that and that we were done. It was like talking to a child. I could not get why he was always inviting Eric when it was clear that he and I were not really friends even though he came over to my place all the time.
There as another time we went out to an arcade/restaurant called Dave and Buster's. I asked T if he wanted to go and I didn't ask Eric because Eric never had money. He would literally spend his last dollar on weed. This was before T moved in with me by the way. T got to the arcade before I did and told me he was ready to eat and I asked him to wait for me but he said he was going to go for it. That was odd, but when I got there I saw that Eric was there already and they ate together. As usual when we were out somewhere, Eric barely acknowledged me and as usual Eric had no money to get a card to play games with.
Now, I might be a child of the early 80's, but that was the dawn of the video game era and I will always love video games! Instead of us having a good time, it turned into Eric following T around watching him play games. They just hopped all over the place without me as I just had to play with myself for almost the whole time. It sucked. It wasn't until the end of the day that T joined me in some games. I could not believe how they could just leave me hanging like that. I wouldn't have done that to either of them. When it was the 3 of us they always made me feel like an outsider even though T and I were so close. It was like T would shut off a part of himself when Eric was around. I started to just leave them there without saying a word but they both came back to my place to hang out.
There was another time that just T and I went out to the movies and to a fun park where they had mini golf, bumper cars and baseball batting cages. Thankfully he didn't invite Eric this time. We saw some Ryan Reynolds movie where he was an assassin or something like that. It was okay but it was nice to hang with T. We shared some popcorn and he let me sip some of his soda because I refused to pay the hundreds of dollars the movie theater charged for it lol. Things just felt so romantic with T sometimes and this day felt like that. He was always looking me deep in my eyes, looking at my naked soul, it felt like. He never cared for going to the movies much so I was happy he decided to this time. The theater was less than 1 mile from my apartment so I usually went there on a whim when most people were working and when the tickets were cheaper.
I think we saw the movie first, then we headed to the fun park. T introduced me to mini golf for the first time and he gave me some pointers. He was such a good teacher that he made it pretty fun. I had never played golf or had any interest in it before. We did the batting cages too where I was terrible, since I hadn't played baseball in many years. T did a much better job. He was pretty good at a lot of things. We had two awesome man dates in a row that day. The next day I told him in a text how much fun that was. He agreed. I wondered if he felt any of the romance I felt.
Fast forwarding to us living together, we didn't go out with just the two of us as much but going bowling with his coworkers just about every Friday became a regular thing. After T had his date with his coworker Lisa, nothing seemed to come of it. I racked my brain thinking about what they were doing that day. He told me afterwards that they just went out to eat at the same place where we get our favorite burger and that was it. He said it wasn't as awkward as he thought it might be. Eric and Lisa were friends and Eric must have found out that Lisa liked girls. Eric was trying to hook her up with another girl or something like that. T found out and thought it was shady of Eric since T claimed that he liked her. Nothing stopped T from being friends with Eric. Around this time though, Eric was starting to get on T's nerves. T told me he was super close to not hanging out with T anymore. I told him he puts up with a lot from him.
T and Eric smoked everyday and T would always end up giving Eric all of his weed to smoke and never got much in return. After smoking with them for the first time, I smoked with them on occasion. I usually did it with just T at home. T was always trying to get me high and sometimes drunk. I said no to getting high, like 90% of the time. He said he liked getting high with me. I used to, by accident, make the blunt too wet with my spit but T didn't seem to mind too much lol. After that first weird time it wasn't so bad anymore. I just felt super relaxed by this point. In fact, I became too damn relaxed to the point where I couldn't do anything. I couldn't do the most basic task, like play a video game so before I got high I had to take care of any chores or work I had to do first lol. I knew I would have no energy afterwards.
T was adamant that while being high, food tasted better, jacking off felt better and that sleep was better. Weed didn't quite work like that for me. Food didn't taste better and I could not get horny while high. I remember being high once after going to bed and thinking about jacking off but my libido was just gone while high. My dick never got hard, not even once while high. I did eventually start to sleep much better though and I did get the munchies eventually. T could eat a lot, being a bigger guy at 6"2, but I saw how he could eat so much while high after feeling those munchies lol. I felt like I couldn't get enough food. It was a crazy sensation. My stomach rumbled like crazy, like it was angry lol.
Being high was okay to do every once in a while but I could not get why anybody would want to do that every single day and several times a day. T and Eric would usually smoke on their lunch breaks at work then come to my place and get high again. That stuff didn't have the same affect on my body and that should have been a sign for me but I didn't pay it much mind.
T tried several different drugs before, like LSD and molly and he decided he wanted to do some LSD again. He planned to do it with Eric. I had no interest in doing any other type of drug. I was with them when they did it at Eric's parent's house. His mom and stepdad were older, retired folks and they would travel on the weekends sometimes. They had a spacious house with a nice, big yard. I don't know where T got the stuff from but they put the little piece of paper in their mouths and went on a trip to la la land lol. They seemed pretty normal when they got high. Their pupils were humongous though. T told me that it seemed to open up your mind like pathways in your brain and that you could figure things out when getting high from LSD.
I think we ended up walking around a bit and laying on the ground and looking at the stars until their high came down. When T goes to Eric's house he becomes a different person. Where he acts all reserved at home with me sometimes he always acted more at home over there even when Eric's parents are there and we have to be all quiet. Sometimes I would wonder how I ended up with these two in my life and with them getting high all the time while I'm sober most of the time lol. I always felt like the third wheel when it was the 3 of us. It seemed like my closeness with T always took a backseat when Eric was around. There was no reason for it, but that's what T usually did. I'm so used to feeling that way that I never want to make anyone else feel like that. I always manage to include anyone around me, no matter what I might be talking about. It's so easy to do, but most people just don't do it. T and Eric could spend the entire night talking about nothing but work, while leaving me out of the conversation entirely. I'm not the type to feel loneliness but it is a very lonely feeling when you're with people and you're not having any fun or connecting with them.
I told T about all of this, about how they only talk about work and mostly to each other and his response was "all I do is work." He told Eric about how I said I feel left out when they do that but I don't think he cared. He was obsessed with T and that was his only concern. T and I talked about everything under the sun, not just about work but Eric talked so much that he barely breathed and he would always steer the conversation back to work or his old job at Disney.
Eric's obsession with T just got worse and worse. T always included Eric in everything he did almost. I could see that Eric felt like T was his boyfriend in his crazy mind because they worked together all day, smoked during their break and hung out until late after work almost everyday. When Eric would come over to my place he always had to sit right next to T, never near me. T wouldn't sit next to me much anymore either and it was weird to say the least. I noticed that it was very much on purpose. T would always sit where he could look at me and he couldn't do that sitting next to me. I asked him about it and he gave some bullshit answer that didn't make sense. He really couldn't get enough of looking into my eyes lol. I loved it.
When the three of us would go to the store, usually so T could get paper to roll up with, Eric would always jump in the front seat of T's car. Eric was shorter than me and I needed more leg room so I would tell him to let me sit up front. He got upset every time lol. He really felt like T was his. It was crazy lol. I knew it was not a good idea for T to be so friendly with Eric because I knew how desperate gay guys like him think. You can have just a short conversation with some gay guys and they'll want to be with you just that fast. Eric was that type of guy. He felt like because T spent so much time with him, that T must want him.
After doing the LSD, Eric's obsession with T seemed to go away and he seemed to really get it that he had no chance with T. He seemed to actually believe that T was straight like he always said he was, but I didn't buy it. Eric said to me all the time "T sent me songs on Spotify or he did something that was completely normal and not flirty or romantic, "is he trying to tell me something?" I tried to tell him T is just friendly and he's not trying tell you anything. T was far out of Eric's league even if he did like men. Eric was so blind that he could not see how close T and I were and he couldn't even imagine that there could be something between us. Eric, even while being infatuated with T, would flirt with every single good looking man that worked at their store and none of them gave him the time of day except T. My sixth sense told me there was trouble ahead between those two.
I'll cover the drama that unfolded between T and Eric in Part 9!
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Part 9: Bad Trip
After a few months after living together and always trying to get me high, T decided he wanted to try some edibles with me. He kept telling it's going to get me so fucked up. Before I got high the first time I was hesitant because my first cousin had bad experiences with drugs. His mind is completely changed after many years of drug use and he has never been the same since he was a teenager. I did a little research and saw that some people had what's called a bad trip, so I was a little scared that something like that could happen to me, but I figured it wouldn't. I've had very weird metaphysical or supernatural things happen to me before this that I can't explain, but they were mostly positive.
So the day came when T was ready to make some edibles. I went with him to buy the metric ton of weed it took to make the edibles. He used some Ghiardelli brownie mix that I had at home, some olive oil and he made that shit in the kitchen somehow. It had a disgusting smell that lingered until the next day. That night Eric came over to get high with us. After T was done baking it, I ate a nice sized chunk of brownie, too damn much, and waited for the fireworks to start inside my brain lol. We were playing a game of Trouble as we ate the brownies and then all of a sudden I was struck with fear. I felt instantly sick to my stomach and I was terrified about what was about to happen next. One thing I learned from reading a lot of metaphysical books and supernatural experiences was that when you're sort of "out of body," whatever you think and feel will manifest instantaneously and that proved to be true.
I had to stop playing the game right away and I hopped onto the couch. I said to them I don't feel good and I think I mentioned calling 911! As I sat on the couch I felt like I couldn't leave the couch or move anywhere. After that everything was a blur. I felt like I was going in and out of consciousness and what I did witness, I couldn't tell if it was real or not. I recall asking how long was this high gonna last, I think.
I remember sitting on the couch with Eric to my right on the love seat and with T on my right side on the big couch with me offering me milk or water. T kept saying to me "You okay bro, you want some water." He handed me a glass or either milk or water then I took a sip. I remember Eric having on his green employee shirt from work and I remember looking into T's big, blue eyes with his glasses on. Where the trip went bad was when this exact scenario kept happening over and over and over again. T would ask me if I'm okay then hand me the glass, I would drink it then the same exact thing, word for word kept playing on repeat.
It was as if my body was physically forced to make the exact same movements over and over. It became like a roller coaster that I couldn't stop or get off of. This was the most frightening thing I ever experienced in my whole life. I had heard, years before this experience, that when people are having an out of body experience that it seems like there is no time yet all the time in the world at the same time. I felt that 100%. It felt like this repeat experience kept going for 1 year, 20 years or 100 years. It felt like an eternity. The only thing that wasn't forced was my thoughts. I was stuck in a never ending time loop. I felt so sorry for myself and I thought that this can't be all there is to life, this one experience over and over again. This was the stuff of nightmares, but I was there living it in the spirit or astral world or in my mind. The whole experience could have been 10 minutes long or a whole 100 years. I couldn't tell any difference because it felt like there was no time yet all the time in the world all at once.
As I kept thinking, the scenario started to slowly change bit by bit until it finally ended. I vaguely remember T saying something like "You can't do that bro" and him kind of gently pushing me off of him, but I had no idea what was going on with that lol." Again, I had no idea if that really happened or if I was imagining or dreaming that or whatever. Another thing I vaguely remember is throwing up but I didn't know if that was real or not either until the next day.
Eventually I woke up the next day and I felt like as I slept someone or something was trying to convince me that nothing in my life was real, not my family nor any of my things like my apartment or my bed. I woke up in disbelief. I felt like I slept for years. I couldn't believe that I had that horrible experience but I was glad that I survived and that my brain seemed to be working. I saw texts from T after I got up and everything still seemed dream-like. I remember seeing his text and realizing that he was real after all. He was checking up on me and told me I lost it last night but not to worry because he had a female friend who did the same thing after some edibles before. I saw the vomit in my bathroom on the walls and some on the floor so I knew that part did happen.
He and Eric had to work the next day and they were just fine after eating who knows how many of those brownies. It took me the rest of the day to recover fully. I was angry about that bad experience because I felt like I was abandoned. I'm not religious, and I do believe we are looked after, but there seemed to be no help for me that time. Whenever we have a dream where we're about to die or get hurt we wake up before it happens. I wasn't hurt physically in this experience but it was the worst mind fuck I could imagine. I researched later to find that this time loop thing happens to people sometimes from edibles so I wasn't alone. It turns out that when a person is traumatized, the brain tends to play the experience over and over again. In my altered state this was magnified by a million it felt like. Some of those poor, traumatized people don't fully recover and I believe that my cousin had some type of experience similar to this that he never recovered from.
I told T everything I could remember and about my horrible experience. He told me I completely lost my mind and that I ended up throwing up, upstairs in my master bathroom. He said he instinctively knew I was about to throw up and he caught most of it in a trash can. He said some of it got on his hand and arm. I thought he was a real friend for doing that and I thanked him for taking care of me. He said when I got in my bed I was saying shit like "I'm cemented, I'm cemented." He told me I was saying "This bed isn't real. I remember buying it but it's not real!" I told him I don't know who said those things because it wasn't me lol. Eric told me he never saw anybody get that high from edibles before either. Neither of them gave a whole lot of details but I'm sure they were super high too, just not on my level. T kept asking me if I remembered what happened and I said no, tell me. He kept putting it off and said he'd tell me later.
As I was recovering I felt like all of my libido was gone. I had no morning wood or horny thoughts for days. I remembered how I could never get horny while high from smoking and I figured that that stuff just didn't agree with my body for some reason. A few days later I went to T's job at the grocery store to buy some food that he cooked. When I got there he was acting a little weird and he didn't look me in the eye like he normally did. That told me that I must have done something crazy to him, but I had no idea what I could have done since my mind was gone and I was having a bad, mental trip the whole time. He didn't tell me that day either. When the next Friday came I went out with T and his coworkers bowling and it was there that he finally decided to tell me what happened.
He told me I became a crazy sex zombie trying to have sex with him lol. I was shocked beyond belief because I didn't remember any of it. I only remembered a second of him saying I can't do something and him holding me back or something like that. Apparently I kept trying to lick his neck and kiss his face haha. Thankfully only Eric was there to witness that craziness lol. I told him later my feelings must have come out and that I'm sorry. He couldn't believe that I really didn't remember any of that. I told him I never lied to him. I told him I don't know who the hell took over my body while I was tripping out lol. He got over whatever awkwardness was there after we talked about it. I remember asking him how the hell I got upstairs because I felt like I couldn't move from off the couch. He told me I ran up there and that blew me away lol. That seemed impossible with the way I felt when the high hit me.
T still had lots of brownies leftover after that which he sold to his coworkers. He jokingly asked if I wanted to try it again and I said I won't be touching any edibles for another 6 or 7 lifetimes. He and Eric laughed at that. I was dead serious though. We were watching Stranger Things together at the time and I referred to the place I was at in my mind as the Upside Down world lol. I wished I could have remembered being a sex zombie to T and how far I got with him lol. Things went back to normal after that, but that experience was something that shook me to the core and that I would never forget. I didn't know it at the time, but my life and my relationship with T would soon be forever changed because of this horrible experience.
After a few months after living together and always trying to get me high, T decided he wanted to try some edibles with me. He kept telling it's going to get me so fucked up. Before I got high the first time I was hesitant because my first cousin had bad experiences with drugs. His mind is completely changed after many years of drug use and he has never been the same since he was a teenager. I did a little research and saw that some people had what's called a bad trip, so I was a little scared that something like that could happen to me, but I figured it wouldn't. I've had very weird metaphysical or supernatural things happen to me before this that I can't explain, but they were mostly positive.
So the day came when T was ready to make some edibles. I went with him to buy the metric ton of weed it took to make the edibles. He used some Ghiardelli brownie mix that I had at home, some olive oil and he made that shit in the kitchen somehow. It had a disgusting smell that lingered until the next day. That night Eric came over to get high with us. After T was done baking it, I ate a nice sized chunk of brownie, too damn much, and waited for the fireworks to start inside my brain lol. We were playing a game of Trouble as we ate the brownies and then all of a sudden I was struck with fear. I felt instantly sick to my stomach and I was terrified about what was about to happen next. One thing I learned from reading a lot of metaphysical books and supernatural experiences was that when you're sort of "out of body," whatever you think and feel will manifest instantaneously and that proved to be true.
I had to stop playing the game right away and I hopped onto the couch. I said to them I don't feel good and I think I mentioned calling 911! As I sat on the couch I felt like I couldn't leave the couch or move anywhere. After that everything was a blur. I felt like I was going in and out of consciousness and what I did witness, I couldn't tell if it was real or not. I recall asking how long was this high gonna last, I think.
I remember sitting on the couch with Eric to my right on the love seat and with T on my right side on the big couch with me offering me milk or water. T kept saying to me "You okay bro, you want some water." He handed me a glass or either milk or water then I took a sip. I remember Eric having on his green employee shirt from work and I remember looking into T's big, blue eyes with his glasses on. Where the trip went bad was when this exact scenario kept happening over and over and over again. T would ask me if I'm okay then hand me the glass, I would drink it then the same exact thing, word for word kept playing on repeat.
It was as if my body was physically forced to make the exact same movements over and over. It became like a roller coaster that I couldn't stop or get off of. This was the most frightening thing I ever experienced in my whole life. I had heard, years before this experience, that when people are having an out of body experience that it seems like there is no time yet all the time in the world at the same time. I felt that 100%. It felt like this repeat experience kept going for 1 year, 20 years or 100 years. It felt like an eternity. The only thing that wasn't forced was my thoughts. I was stuck in a never ending time loop. I felt so sorry for myself and I thought that this can't be all there is to life, this one experience over and over again. This was the stuff of nightmares, but I was there living it in the spirit or astral world or in my mind. The whole experience could have been 10 minutes long or a whole 100 years. I couldn't tell any difference because it felt like there was no time yet all the time in the world all at once.
As I kept thinking, the scenario started to slowly change bit by bit until it finally ended. I vaguely remember T saying something like "You can't do that bro" and him kind of gently pushing me off of him, but I had no idea what was going on with that lol." Again, I had no idea if that really happened or if I was imagining or dreaming that or whatever. Another thing I vaguely remember is throwing up but I didn't know if that was real or not either until the next day.
Eventually I woke up the next day and I felt like as I slept someone or something was trying to convince me that nothing in my life was real, not my family nor any of my things like my apartment or my bed. I woke up in disbelief. I felt like I slept for years. I couldn't believe that I had that horrible experience but I was glad that I survived and that my brain seemed to be working. I saw texts from T after I got up and everything still seemed dream-like. I remember seeing his text and realizing that he was real after all. He was checking up on me and told me I lost it last night but not to worry because he had a female friend who did the same thing after some edibles before. I saw the vomit in my bathroom on the walls and some on the floor so I knew that part did happen.
He and Eric had to work the next day and they were just fine after eating who knows how many of those brownies. It took me the rest of the day to recover fully. I was angry about that bad experience because I felt like I was abandoned. I'm not religious, and I do believe we are looked after, but there seemed to be no help for me that time. Whenever we have a dream where we're about to die or get hurt we wake up before it happens. I wasn't hurt physically in this experience but it was the worst mind fuck I could imagine. I researched later to find that this time loop thing happens to people sometimes from edibles so I wasn't alone. It turns out that when a person is traumatized, the brain tends to play the experience over and over again. In my altered state this was magnified by a million it felt like. Some of those poor, traumatized people don't fully recover and I believe that my cousin had some type of experience similar to this that he never recovered from.
I told T everything I could remember and about my horrible experience. He told me I completely lost my mind and that I ended up throwing up, upstairs in my master bathroom. He said he instinctively knew I was about to throw up and he caught most of it in a trash can. He said some of it got on his hand and arm. I thought he was a real friend for doing that and I thanked him for taking care of me. He said when I got in my bed I was saying shit like "I'm cemented, I'm cemented." He told me I was saying "This bed isn't real. I remember buying it but it's not real!" I told him I don't know who said those things because it wasn't me lol. Eric told me he never saw anybody get that high from edibles before either. Neither of them gave a whole lot of details but I'm sure they were super high too, just not on my level. T kept asking me if I remembered what happened and I said no, tell me. He kept putting it off and said he'd tell me later.
As I was recovering I felt like all of my libido was gone. I had no morning wood or horny thoughts for days. I remembered how I could never get horny while high from smoking and I figured that that stuff just didn't agree with my body for some reason. A few days later I went to T's job at the grocery store to buy some food that he cooked. When I got there he was acting a little weird and he didn't look me in the eye like he normally did. That told me that I must have done something crazy to him, but I had no idea what I could have done since my mind was gone and I was having a bad, mental trip the whole time. He didn't tell me that day either. When the next Friday came I went out with T and his coworkers bowling and it was there that he finally decided to tell me what happened.
He told me I became a crazy sex zombie trying to have sex with him lol. I was shocked beyond belief because I didn't remember any of it. I only remembered a second of him saying I can't do something and him holding me back or something like that. Apparently I kept trying to lick his neck and kiss his face haha. Thankfully only Eric was there to witness that craziness lol. I told him later my feelings must have come out and that I'm sorry. He couldn't believe that I really didn't remember any of that. I told him I never lied to him. I told him I don't know who the hell took over my body while I was tripping out lol. He got over whatever awkwardness was there after we talked about it. I remember asking him how the hell I got upstairs because I felt like I couldn't move from off the couch. He told me I ran up there and that blew me away lol. That seemed impossible with the way I felt when the high hit me.
T still had lots of brownies leftover after that which he sold to his coworkers. He jokingly asked if I wanted to try it again and I said I won't be touching any edibles for another 6 or 7 lifetimes. He and Eric laughed at that. I was dead serious though. We were watching Stranger Things together at the time and I referred to the place I was at in my mind as the Upside Down world lol. I wished I could have remembered being a sex zombie to T and how far I got with him lol. Things went back to normal after that, but that experience was something that shook me to the core and that I would never forget. I didn't know it at the time, but my life and my relationship with T would soon be forever changed because of this horrible experience.
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