A Different Kind of High

Here in my country, we have this superstitious belief that for some reason, people tend to die a lot during the ember months and this probably because it is the last few months of the year. So everyone try to be extra careful during these times, not to fall into the hands of death.

Well, with recent events that has been happening to some of the people I know, I just can't help but believe some of that belief.

In the past, I've written about how myself and my friends would always go out at night to swim. It's an habit we learnt earlier this year and have continued doing it because of how fun and private the pool is during these odd hours. We would go to the pool around midnight and come back by 3am in the morning.

Well few days ago, the boys had told me that we would be going for the usual night swimming that night, but for some reason, I had declined. That night, I wasn't exactly in the mood to be out having fun and just needed to be by myself. So I had turned down their offer and remained at home while they all went out.

They had left around 11pm that day and by 12am, about an hour later, I had received a text from one of my friends who had gone with them, telling me that something bad had happened and they needed me to help them locate anyone who could drive a vehicle, so that that person could go bring them back home.

When I asked for more details on the situation, he had explained to me that one of our friends, the guy who drove them to the pool, had smoked some kind of weed that he had collected from one of the guys, and now he was on the floor shaking like someone who had convulsion.

_{photo by Jeff W}

Apparently the weed he had smoked was way too strong for him and now he was dying and they needed someone to come take them back home and him to the hospital. Immediately, I had rushed downstairs to go call someone that lived down the street that I knew had a bus, only to meet my hostel gate locked.

These guys had locked the gate and left with the key to go swim. Seeing how I was no longer in a position to help, I had explained to my friend before suggesting he called someone else that I knew also knew how to drive and luckily for them, the guy had answered the phone and went to help.

By the time he got there, the driver who had smoked the weed had regained his senses but was still very weak to move. They had ended up bringing him back home and by morning, he was fine and everyone was laughing about it. But imagine what would have happened if he had lost his life that night.

Every single one of them who were laughing that morning would have either ran away or be behind bars. Anyways, we thank God it didn't get to that.