High Stories: "The Edible Hit Right as the Ocean Tried to Kill Me"

Okay, so here’s the setup: I took a 20mg edible (rookie move, I know), thinking it would gently kick in while I chilled on the beach. The sun was out, vibes were good, I had my towel, my playlist, some frozen grapes—living my best coastal fantasy.

About 45 minutes in, I started feeling it. That warm, slow wave creeping over my body. My thoughts started stretching, and suddenly every seashell was a little emotional. That’s when I decided it’d be a great idea to go for a swim.

The ocean? Looked peaceful. Inviting. Like a salty hug from the universe.

But no one tells you that edibles + open water is a terrible mix.

I swam out a bit, floating, giggling to myself, thinking I was the sea. And then… I realized I wasn’t floating anymore. I was drifting. Far.

Every time I tried to swim back in, the water pulled me sideways. Hard. I was fully caught in a riptide—but because I was HIGH HIGH, I didn’t panic… at first.

I just floated there like, “This is fine. Maybe this is just how the ocean cuddles.”

Then I looked back and realized the shore was tiny. And my legs? Useless. My arms? Absolutely confused.

Somewhere in my soul I heard the phrase, “Don’t fight the current,” and I started side-swimming like my life depended on it. (It did.)

Felt like hours. Was probably 15 minutes.

Eventually, I flopped back onto the sand like a baked starfish, coughing up saltwater and promising the universe I’d never underestimate edibles—or the ocean—again.