one of the worst buzzkills remember was a Friday afternoon in high school, my best bud and I picked up a fat sack and a bunch of other supplies and went back to his parents house where we were all set for the weekend while his rents were away. We were hitting the bong hard and playing Nintendo when his father called, I sat there while my friend listened to 20 minutes straight of instructions, he looked like he wanted to cry-- we had to go to city hall and register his dad's fucking firearms. His dad forgot to do it before leaving and there was no way it could wait, it had to be done that afternoon cause there was some kind of deadline. It was unreal, we were stoned as fuck, I mean we could barely understand English never mind deal with complex tasks, and we had to collect a shitload of important paperwork, then drive through rush hour traffic to the straightest, most cop-filled building in town, and deal with evil bureaucrats in the most uptight department in the city outside of the actual police and courts, which was right next door to town hall
Lol, thought we were never going to survive that ordeal, just parking was hell, my friend's truck was literally surrounded on every side by cop cars. Fuuuuucccckkkkkkk...
When you fall asleep during your nod like I just did only to wake up a few hours later with your high nearly gone :/ Im so pissed off and this has happned 3 nights in a row coz ive been using anti-histamines to potentate it. Im not doing that anymore...im so angry right now...
drunk crying girls
wutPlans you made...
When people call oxy 30s "perc 30s"
People who can't handle weed
People who lie non stop
When people who do oxys tell me to get clean from dope because dope is addicting and oxy isn't
When people call oxy 30s "perc 30s"
People who can't handle weed
People who lie non stop
When people who do oxys tell me to get clean from dope because dope is addicting and oxy isn't
Something that sticks with me still was a night when myself and a few friends dosed large amounts of MDMA and mushrooms.
We were all good friends, trusted each other. It felt comfortable and everyone was enjoying themselves, listening to music, talking, staring at the walls, etc.
Maybe 2 hours into dosing I hear what I think is my roommates car pulling into the driveway.
It was. He's drunk as fuck and looked like he'd been crying. Apparently this female we all chilled with had rejected him. Poor baby.
He proceeds to walk into a room full of happily fucked up kids, sneer at everyone, plop himself on the couch and refuse to answer any and all questions. He didn't speak at all, actually.
You could palpably feel the good energy leaving the room and I knew others felt it because smiles were fading, people were getting uncomfortable, moving around.
So, to make things even more horrific, he pulls out his pocket knife and without saying a word begins to carve his arm up and bleed everywhere.
One of the girls there screamed something I don't remember and ran and locked herself in the bathroom. Someone eventually escorted him to his room but he had absolutely destroyed any and all positivity.
We redosed, tried to "fix" things but he fucked it all up for some look at me type drama. Fucking prick.