So I've been making a lot of my own juice of late, including making it for friends & family. After one such juice-making marathon, I went to one of my local B&Ms to give my cousin some of the juice I'd made for him. Now, I admit I'm a lightweight. I'm down to 6mg after having started at 36. As I start checking the labels for the juice I'm getting ready to turn over, another friend walks in.
In has hand is his BRAND NEW Footoon Hades, along with 2 fresh-from-the-charger 26650s. He throws in a battery, and it's playtime. I grab my case o' juices and say:
"Let's take puff, shall we?"
So, we drip some of my homemade goodness into an atty, and I get the honor of the first hit.
OH. MY. GOD.
I begin coughing as if I just sucked fire down my lungs. I am changing colors rapidly, going from red, to blue, to green. My friend, instead of calling 911 like a good friend because I. AM. DYING, is laughing hysterically, calling me a wimp...
Then HE takes a puff.
Then HE begins the coughing, choking, and color-changing.
Outwardly, I'm STILL coughing and gagging, tears running down my face, knowing now how it must feel to vape mustard gas. Inwardly, though, I'm laughing my ... off at my friend , who is now sharing my fate.
Enter friend number 3, who, after watching all of this, says "Jesus, it can't hit THAT hard...." HE then takes a hit, and while he does not react QUITE as drastically as we did, it's plainly obvious that his world is no longer round, either. He stumbles momentarily, and finds a chair MOST quickly, all while continuously mumbling a steady ...... of "holy ...., holy ...., holy ...." like some kind of warped Hail Mary.
Dude #4, a customer, looks at us with plain amusement in his eyes. This guy has got to be in his mid to late 60's. He is just chuckling at us, and in all fairness, if I was him, I'd be chuckling, too. If not flat out laughing my ... off. It was his comment that struck me the hardest. It was a straight shot to the ego.
"Lord, you boys look like smack fiends at Woodstock looking for the brown ........." Were I not trying desperately to breathe and not die, I'd have probably died laughing.
As I gather my wits, my breath, and my senses, I stand up to take a look at the bottle I dripped. It was NOT the DK Blend that I thought it was. Rather, it was the 36+mg M-Type blend I'd made for my cousin. That's right - 36+mg.
In retrospect, had I not been in such a hurry to try out that Hades, I might have read the bottle more carefully. Had I not been in such a hurry, I might have thought about the fact that the dripper I pulled out had a .24 ohm dual coil setup in it. Had I not been in such a hurry to play with the new toy, perhaps just one of the things in this sequence of events might have been different.
In the interim, I have told my cousin that he needs to start making his own damned juice...
In has hand is his BRAND NEW Footoon Hades, along with 2 fresh-from-the-charger 26650s. He throws in a battery, and it's playtime. I grab my case o' juices and say:
"Let's take puff, shall we?"
So, we drip some of my homemade goodness into an atty, and I get the honor of the first hit.
OH. MY. GOD.
I begin coughing as if I just sucked fire down my lungs. I am changing colors rapidly, going from red, to blue, to green. My friend, instead of calling 911 like a good friend because I. AM. DYING, is laughing hysterically, calling me a wimp...
Then HE takes a puff.
Then HE begins the coughing, choking, and color-changing.
Outwardly, I'm STILL coughing and gagging, tears running down my face, knowing now how it must feel to vape mustard gas. Inwardly, though, I'm laughing my ... off at my friend , who is now sharing my fate.
Enter friend number 3, who, after watching all of this, says "Jesus, it can't hit THAT hard...." HE then takes a hit, and while he does not react QUITE as drastically as we did, it's plainly obvious that his world is no longer round, either. He stumbles momentarily, and finds a chair MOST quickly, all while continuously mumbling a steady ...... of "holy ...., holy ...., holy ...." like some kind of warped Hail Mary.
Dude #4, a customer, looks at us with plain amusement in his eyes. This guy has got to be in his mid to late 60's. He is just chuckling at us, and in all fairness, if I was him, I'd be chuckling, too. If not flat out laughing my ... off. It was his comment that struck me the hardest. It was a straight shot to the ego.
"Lord, you boys look like smack fiends at Woodstock looking for the brown ........." Were I not trying desperately to breathe and not die, I'd have probably died laughing.
As I gather my wits, my breath, and my senses, I stand up to take a look at the bottle I dripped. It was NOT the DK Blend that I thought it was. Rather, it was the 36+mg M-Type blend I'd made for my cousin. That's right - 36+mg.
In retrospect, had I not been in such a hurry to try out that Hades, I might have read the bottle more carefully. Had I not been in such a hurry, I might have thought about the fact that the dripper I pulled out had a .24 ohm dual coil setup in it. Had I not been in such a hurry to play with the new toy, perhaps just one of the things in this sequence of events might have been different.
In the interim, I have told my cousin that he needs to start making his own damned juice...
