420 question: have you ever got high,hated it, and quit forever?

My buddy gave me some brownies one night when we were hanging out in his basement. They smelt funny. I didnt know if he was joking or not about them being pot brownies. Being as hungry as I was I ate three. I couldnt concentrate on playing video games. I had that weird shallow breathing thing going on and gravity seemed stronger. Then I forget why but I was convinced within my head that my friend and his dad had a plan to kill me when my back was turned. I never left my back open to my friend and never told him I knew their plan. I must of looked weird constantly facing my friend while im checking every corner of his basement looking for his dad holding a blunt object of some sort. I then had to leave before I got murdered so I decided to catch a bus. I got on the bus hoping I didnt smell like weed. But ima a dumbass cause I ate brownies. Sitting on the bus, the bus engine sounded like a demon laughing at me. I then knew that the bus driver knew I was high and he was planning on driving the bus straight to the police station. Im too smart for him you see, I got off the bus with the trusty excuse that I forgot my wallet. I then proceeded to walk back to my friends house despite his murderous intentions, to call my uncle for cab fare. Plus I didnt want to risk downtown being on the verge of psychosis. That, and I had a dream the previous night that I was on I street and all these cars were swerving to hit me, so I thought I better not go anywhere near roads or people or that dream might come true. Im back at the murderers house using his phone and my uncle says hes broke. Fuck him. My buddy probably seeing how I knew what his plans were for me, lent me 40 bucks to get a cab and go home. Waiting outside for the cab I wouldnt stand anywhere near the fucker just in case he decided to strike and he and his dad would have their way with my corps. I treated the cab driver like shit cause I didnt trust him. Those fuckers always take you the long way. When I got home I laid down and put the covers over my head. I heard conversations of other people in my head. And 'they' knew I could hear them. Later on in the night my uncle was hammered and he was thanking me for a Bob Dylan CD I made him then out of nowhere he says "Are you still paranoid?" As he made the finger twirly crazy motion by his ear. I said no and that I take it one day at a time awkwardly moving away from the conversation. Theres no way he knew I was high cause he was shit faced so, WHAT THE FUCK DID HE MEAN? He fuckin brain ninja'd me right before I went to bed. To sum up I hate weed. But when Im drunk I LOVE WEED! Which is rare when I smoke it. The fuckin end.