This is a true story but the names have been altered while times and dates unaltered.
Last Wednesday, a friend of mine (Robert) recieved about 8g of alprazolam after paying for 100g, but thats another story. He needed to test it and Edward (5'10", 280lb), who is a die hard benzo user, was a willing participant. I instructed him that one dose of alprazolam powder is 2mg (quad bar), and that we don't have the scale to measure that amount. I said the best thing to do is give him a grain at a time, up to 3. Well, Robert has a scale that will measure 0.1g's so he measured that amount thinking that it was a total of 5 Xanax 2mg pills.
Well, later that day (20 min. later) i recieved a phone call about how fucked he was. They thought it was the funniest thing ever. I asked how much they gave him and was told only 1/10th of a gram not realizing they gave him 50 quads.
Upon realizing what they had done, I instructed that they need to watch him closely because we are all parties that contributed if something goes wrong. Don't let him drive, shower, bathe, drink alcohol, snort cocaine, nothing. That struck a nerve with everybody, but it gets worse.
(45mins later) I recieve a phone call that he is throwing up all over himself and inside Roberts car. Now this is good news to me, because powder alprazolam comes in a crystalized form. Anyone familiar enough with the drug knows that in the process oof making pills, while mixing with fillers, you run it through a (sieve) 250 micron screen to allow it to mix evenly as well as allowing for quicker absorbtion. With that step being skipped, he probably was able to get some out.
(1:45 min into it) He starts nodding out. He wants to go to sleep. I tell everyone they have to options, A. force him to stay awake or B. somebody will stand guard and make sure he doesn't choke on throw up or spit (Major cause of death from benzo only OD). They opt for option A.
(5hrs into) Edward seems to start coming around and Robert thinks it's fine to take him out to run errands. After running some errands, Robert decides they should get their hair cut. Edward get's his and seems to be doing well, fully coherent. When Robert gets his, Edward just wants to listen to the radio and lie down in the car. Robert sees nothing wrong with this.
(7hrs. into, and 5min. after Edward goes to car) I recieve a phone call. "That mother fucker drove off (Major cause of death w/benzos) in my car (2006 Cadillac w/20" wheels and customs). Come pick me up, NOW, PLEASE!" I go to pick him up, and we have an idea where he went. We take the route he would have taken, because I was 100000000000% sure he would crash. While going down the street we notice an unusual amount of construction signs litter the road. He must have gone that way. As we pull into the neighborhood, we see a bunch of cop cars and a Robert's cadillac had plowed through a SOLID brick mailbox (not the usual hollow ones). The front was propped on the mailbox stump, and the front tires couldn't reach the ground. Edward was arrested for DUI.
I convince Robert it's not entirely his fault, so after many hours of arguing I convince him that he should bond him out and only hold him accountable for 50% of the repair. We gave Edwards mother the money, and she let him sit there for a couple days. When I talked to him Tuesday, he swears he has no recollection of the events, apologizes, and agrees to pay 50%.
Just think though, it could have been a family in another vehicle in an intersection. I consider us fortunate.