Get on some Haze Rodders, I used to work in Brum, and often sessioned a joint with a couple of rudies outside work before I went home.
The one night, a Friday, I remember it quite well surprisingly, one of them brought some Purple Haze, proper trippy weed.
So we chonged a couple, as always, and went out separate ways.
I felt fine for about 10 minutes, then all of a sudden the Hagley Road turned into a gushing pink and purple river, with an ever increasing waterfall at the end, I had to row my car for about ten minutes, and then pull over by Oddbins to get some air. All that rowing was kiiling me.
Unfortunately, after I'd got my breath back, the water had drained away, shame really, I was ready to get the sail up.