BourbonMac
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I was waaaaaaaay worse at 20. I'd drink for Thirsty Thursday, drink Friday, oftentimes drink again Saturday. I'd often be able to drink a whole bottle of vodka or take 15+ shots, then I'd be bumming everyones ciggs and being obnoxious. At the same time, I didn't feel addicted either. I only drank when I hung out with my friends which was most nights, but it was mostly about smoking weed. I'd just overdo the drinking on the weekends.
One night out in the woods by some train tracks I got so drunk I eventually lost my way finding my way back, woke up in a cop car being dropped off at home. I still have a horrible scar on my knee from falling. The last thing I remember was running trying to catch up with my friends, and the assholes didn't even go back for me... That's when things really changed and I was like ok, I've got a problem. Being aware of it is a good thing, you're on a better path than I was.
I didn't even stop chilling with them either. We were all so young and stupid, "macho," they figured I'd catch up. Hey dumbasses, at least look behind you? But no, they left me stranded there, passed out, on train tracks. I could've easily died. My memories from this point were like fragments, eventually I found this old looking shack and knocked on the door, it was abandoned, I had no idea how long I'd been walking. Then some cop car came by, I just straight up was honest, I'm 20, drunk and lost, my friends left me behind. Bring me home please. I knew I'd take some heat from my parents whom I still lived with (I basically lived with my friends, but I was at home most weekdays).
My biggest wakeup call, though, was a week before I turned 23. I got hit by a car while drunk. I seem to have blacked out right before hitting the crosswalk, great timing, right? Next thing I knew, I'm all bloodied up, bruised up, eye swollen shut. I'd recently started prozac so my alcohol tolerance was lowered significantly. I drank an amount that would only get me buzzed normally, 2 tallboys and a few coor's light. Fuck. What a nightmare. I was so lucky I didn't break all my teeth, shatter my nose, or get a hole in my head slightly higher (the softest spot on your head, you can easily die if that spot takes enough impact).
I didn't exactly "quit" drinking after this, but the flame was dying out. By the time I found kratom in the summer of 2017, I said fuck alcohol. I still take kratom, but not exactly as a replacement. I would occasionally drink until early 2020 when I just quit. I got sick of it. I got sick of the drunk foggy hazyness. Marijuana is my favorite drug and that's that. As long as I can smoke weed, I'm good.
One night out in the woods by some train tracks I got so drunk I eventually lost my way finding my way back, woke up in a cop car being dropped off at home. I still have a horrible scar on my knee from falling. The last thing I remember was running trying to catch up with my friends, and the assholes didn't even go back for me... That's when things really changed and I was like ok, I've got a problem. Being aware of it is a good thing, you're on a better path than I was.
I didn't even stop chilling with them either. We were all so young and stupid, "macho," they figured I'd catch up. Hey dumbasses, at least look behind you? But no, they left me stranded there, passed out, on train tracks. I could've easily died. My memories from this point were like fragments, eventually I found this old looking shack and knocked on the door, it was abandoned, I had no idea how long I'd been walking. Then some cop car came by, I just straight up was honest, I'm 20, drunk and lost, my friends left me behind. Bring me home please. I knew I'd take some heat from my parents whom I still lived with (I basically lived with my friends, but I was at home most weekdays).
My biggest wakeup call, though, was a week before I turned 23. I got hit by a car while drunk. I seem to have blacked out right before hitting the crosswalk, great timing, right? Next thing I knew, I'm all bloodied up, bruised up, eye swollen shut. I'd recently started prozac so my alcohol tolerance was lowered significantly. I drank an amount that would only get me buzzed normally, 2 tallboys and a few coor's light. Fuck. What a nightmare. I was so lucky I didn't break all my teeth, shatter my nose, or get a hole in my head slightly higher (the softest spot on your head, you can easily die if that spot takes enough impact).
I didn't exactly "quit" drinking after this, but the flame was dying out. By the time I found kratom in the summer of 2017, I said fuck alcohol. I still take kratom, but not exactly as a replacement. I would occasionally drink until early 2020 when I just quit. I got sick of it. I got sick of the drunk foggy hazyness. Marijuana is my favorite drug and that's that. As long as I can smoke weed, I'm good.
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F*CK THOSE SNAKE DEALERS SELLING FAKE OXIES< a 15 year old's brother died by his side sleeping cause of a fake m30 he took before goin to sleep, imagine that, waking up to your dead brother...... so just a little message here for yall, IF YOU GON DO DRUGS DO eM RIGHT!