Alright. I got some good ones, haha.
I was in my room with my buddy and my (now-ex) girlfriend. My buddy was rolling a blunt on the couch, and I was sitting on my bed. I was pretty messed up on xanax and hydrocodone that day.
I don't remember too much of what happened but apparently I talked her into giving me a blowjob while my buddy was still in the room. She started going at it, then I guess I fell asleep. Upon being awoken, I claimed I wasn't sleeping, but closing my eyes because "it feels so good." She wasn't buying it, got pretty pissed and left.
Another time I was driving with the same buddy, going to get cigarettes. Again I was pretty fucked on xanax and hydrocodone. I pulled into a gas station parking lot to cut through the intersection, and as I rounded the corner a police car was backed into one of the parking spots. I guess I took too much too quick, cause as I was trying to pull out onto the highway, I fell asleep (luckily with my foot on the brake. Thank god.) I fall in/out a couple times before I wake up to the cops knocking on my window.
That got my attention, but not for long, as I nodded back out. They took my buddy home, and impounded my vehicle. I was 18 at the time but I guess the cops took pity on me.
Instead of taking me to jail (like they rightfully should have) they took me to the police station. They sat me in a chair and tried to talk to me for a couple hours. Each time I woke up they would ask, "What are you on? What did you take?" Each time I replied, "Nothing. I'm not high!" Then I would nod right the fuck back out. As the time passed, I remember waking up more and more often, saying "I'm not high!"
They even got me a Gatorade. After I was able to wake up and move around, they took me home to my extremely pissed mother. I skated by the skin of my ass that time, I was even able to get my car back the next day. But it wasn't enough to stop me from continuing my pill combos.
Another time, I had just filled my xanax script and went to enjoy myself a little. Went to a friends house with the intention of getting fucked up, and that I did.
Upon arrival, I notice he has some company. A mutual friend of ours named Crystal. I buy some hydrocodone from him, took 30mgs, and I guess the benzos were turning me into rico suave or something, because I had talked her into coming back to my place with me, just to hang out. When we get to my house, I break out more xanax.
We split a bar, which I regret doing. It put me too far over the edge I suppose. I was so fucked up, I talked her out of her clothes, started doing the nasty and fell asleep inside of her. She woke me up, I denied being asleep (cause that worked so well for me in the past) and she bought it. 3 minutes later, I fall asleep again. This time she wasn't buying it, and pushed me off of her, got dressed and started walking home. I was way too fucked up to try and talk my way out of it, or even to give the poor girl a ride home.
I still feel like a shitty person for these things happening, but I learned a valuable lesson about benzo+opiate abuse. (i.e. bad idea) Also learned I wasn't as invincible as I thought.
edit: (sorry for the length, tried to format it for easy reading best i could)