I'm a bit of a lightweight, so when I smoke weed I trip out a fair bit sometimes. This is the story of the worst freakout I've had!
One night my friend and I smoked a couple of joints in a war memorial park and ended up high as motherf*cking kites. We spent a little while talking shit and laughing our asses off and after a while (it was probably only about 10 minutes, but felt longer to us) we decided it was time to go for a walk. I had the brillint idea that we should lie upside down on a picnic table next to the road and watch the cars go by upside down... I wan't sure if it would be that amusing but thought it was worth a try... It was absolutely hilarious. Something about the cars going by so quickly upside down and in different directions was making us laugh so hard that we couldn't breathe and we had tears streaming down our faces! And everything looked so different from that perspective... Houses looked strange and the sky seemed endless.
After watching the cars for a few minutes we went for another walk. It was a very, very windy night and we were walking down a path toward a full- size Australian flag on a flagpole at the end of the path. From far away, the flag looked like one of those tiny little toothpick flags that you see sometimes, like I could just reach out and snap it off its pole with my fingers. I expressed this to my friend and she agreed. As we got closer, our attention kept getting diverted by other things around us, and every time we looked back at the flag it just got bigger and bigger. By the time we were a few metres away from it, it was just impossibly huge. It was flapping around and making so much noise in the wind, and when we took a step closer it looked like the flagpole was bending around like rubber- we both saw this and grabbed onto each other and jumped back in fright. We were both utterly terrified, but felt like we couldn't go back- our only choise was to continue walking past the flag. It seemed to take an eternity to walk past it. We spent the whole time gripping onto each other for protection and staring up at the flag as we walked by. At that point, the flag and this wind and the purpley coloured night sky were the only things that existed. I couldn't hear anything but the deafening sound of the wind surrounding me and couldn't tear my eyes away from the horrible, evil flag above me. I was convinced that I was going to die. This fucking flag was going to snap off the pole and kill me.
But as soon as it had started, it was over. Suddenly we were out of the flag's reach and we were okay. Immediately, we started laughing at ourselves. Now the 'evil flag' story is a running joke between us, and I still can't walk through that park without laughing.
