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Your most shameful moment on drugs?

Ganjcat said:
selling my psp Selling my ps4 selling my laptop selling my computer not being able to go in the shop with my mum because I don't want her to know I'm banned for shoplifting never getting anyone a decent Christmas or birthday present begging for a week or so I've got to many to count and some of them I couldn't even say 🙁
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Yeah. The first time I went to pawn shop because I’d spent my last cent on drugs and couldn’t eat or pay rent unless I hocked something was a pretty low point for me (every time I did it, which was quite a few times).
 
Atelier3 said:
Yeah. The first time I went to pawn shop because I’d spent my last cent on drugs and couldn’t eat or pay rent unless I hocked something was a pretty low point for me (every time I did it, which was quite a few times).
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Ganjcat said:
selling my psp Selling my ps4 selling my laptop selling my computer not being able to go in the shop with my mum because I don't want her to know I'm banned for shoplifting never getting anyone a decent Christmas or birthday present begging for a week or so I've got to many to count
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I feel you guys. I sold my macbook pro just to get high earlier this year.
I did BUY it with drug dealing profits years ago so i didnt feel tooooo bad but it was still a real shitty feeling after id finished the drugs.
I also sold my N64 for a few g worth which I regret because I used to love it and it was probably still raising in value but I wanted to shoot up and it had been gathering dust for like 10-15 years
Ganjcat said:
and some of them I couldn't even say 🙁
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Sucky sucky? Lol jk
 
jhjhsdi said:
I feel you guys. I sold my macbook pro just to get high earlier this year.
I did BUY it with drug dealing profits years ago so i didnt feel tooooo bad but it was still a real shitty feeling after id finished the drugs.
I also sold my N64 for a few g worth which I regret because I used to love it and it was probably still raising in value but I wanted to shoot up and it had been gathering dust for like 10-15 years

Sucky sucky? Lol jk
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nah nothing like that thankgod but still couldn't say
 
Can't really think of many tbh. Maybe throwing my phone away at a free party on acid thinking I had died and gone to heaven. Probably plenty on alcohol but one of the fortunate side effects of that is you don't remember them.
 
I’d say my lowest point would have to be pimping myself out to get cash for crack. Second lowest point is doing it again.
 
Was on a visit in my hometown, slept at my dads. He was working the graveyard-shift, 21:30-06:00 that week.
Went out with friends to get a couple of drinks and this chick came talking to me, or me to her.
I was on Xanax aswell, so my judgement was pretty much blown out the window, so I took her "home".

This is all hazy, but what happened is my dad, came home, walked into his living room, where I was butt-naked on his couch except my socks, with my semi-erected dick in her mouth.
I said something like "Great, now it went all flaccid" - I remember her leaving, I think my dad was laughing.
Then I woke up, but naked under a blanket on the couch.

We have never talked about it.
 
The Wizard of the Creek said:
I have a very similar experiences with Xanax and they always end up me naked (sometimes on public); then I am whisked off to rehab at the nut house. This has happened to me 3 times so far and I still have no recollection of what I did? I thankfully didn’t harm anyone other than myself.
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Haha, I've woken up twice in the nude after blacking out beside this time - luckily, one time at my livingroom floor with pornhub on the PC, the other time at my friends toilet.

Maybe it scratches some primitive urge, like when getting psychotic on acid one (usually) tears the clothes off - the reptile brain saying,
"Hey man, you a monkey, what's with the robes bruh?"
 
The Wizard of the Creek said:
Yeah that my take as well. The engine is running with no one behind the wheel. I also end up naked when I take too much phenibut. I never hurt anyone, which makes me believe that I’m a harmless creature at my core. I am good person too when I have control. I don’t try to be (you try to be), people are born good I guess. I sometimes don’t want to be and try to be the bad guy. I just can’t do it. Maybe it’s genetics and it’s probably cellular memory?
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When blacking out on benzos, the worst I do is damage to public property or shop-lift. I've never been violent on benzos.

Alcohol, however, turns me into a fucking beast. I regeress to my angry teenage years but I've become a much more vicious creature since then.
So, I don't drink. I don't know if that reveals what I really am, a predator; but trust me man - being the bad guy is shit.
It might help you when threatened, but other than that, nobody likes the bad guy in real life.

Be proud and happy of your good nature.
 
Walking too and from lozells in treacherous snow ice ❄. Wouldn't do that now. But yesterday I handed money over to a prick who called me a stupid fucking bitch. For the privilege. That's pretty shameful. Ya reckon tescos would sell much fresh produce if they spoke to people like that.
I could go on. Arseholes
 
I just remember a time when I was a freshman in college. I had dipped into a stash of klonopins that my stepdad had at the time and had like 2 or 3 of them in my pocket one night when I was drinking in a dorm with some friends. I popped the kpins over the course of a few hours while drinking. I remember stumbling home to my dorm and getting into bed. I immediately blacked out. When I came out of the blackout I was standing in my boxers in a stairwell, I had no idea where I was and figured I was in the dorm that I had been drinking in so I was freaked out and didn’t understand where my clothes went. It was probably 3am. I walked quietly down one of the hallways untill I found an open door where two girls were studying, I saw they had a towel hanging from their door so I reached in and grabbed the towel and wrapped it around my waist, for some reason I felt like I needed to cover myself up. The girls yelled at me to come back and I ran as fast as I could down the hall with their towel and went into another staircase. Once I was In the staircase I realized I was in my own dorm and ran to my floor and back to my room. The next day I returned the girls towel and we all laughed our ass off.
 
Leaving the recently loaded crack pipe with the crackhead whose pipe I had loaded while I went in Jack in the Box to jack off (Lol, now I see the irony!). He was of course gone when I stumbled out, french fry stuck to my shoe 15 minutes later.
 
Basically I beat the shit out of my dealer when he kept me waiting all day then tried to wax at the last minute (and no I didn't "rob" him. I paud him the usual amount). Afterwards there was nothing he could do at all so he called my parents. Yeah.
So me being 25, I wasn't in "trouble" but...when I got home my Dad asked "are you doing pills?" I said yes. He then asked "are you using heroin?" I said "I have in the past but not at the moment (beacuse my powder H connect fell off It was back to Dilaudid and Opana)"
He then asked "are you shooting up?"
"Yes Dad."
My god I felt as low as ever. Saying these things out loud. To my Dad. Sure he "knew" but man. I could see the hurt in his eyes. It was only second time in my life I saw my Dad fight back tears. I hurt so bad that everything had gotten to this point. That kid that naively tried a blue Roxy 30 one day had lost all control and was an addict. I only wanted my parents and younger sister to be proud of me. Now they saw their son/brother as this drug addict. Oh I can't type enough on here to fully convey how low I felt. How hurt I felt that I had hurt them. And it only got worse in the next couple days when they realized how many of their possesions were gone and that their addict son had stolen it for money to fix up. When my Dad asked if I had stolen my deceased Grandmothers gold necklace and I had to tell him yes. It hurts to type this.
That was the worst I felt on drugs, having to look at my pain and the pain I caused. There was a silver lining. My parents agreed to help me any way they could. It wasn't the final step. Not close. But it was a step, the first step, to getting my life back.
 
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