greenmitsa
Bluelighter
- Joined
- May 6, 2000
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I thought I start a collection of drug induced Paranoia stories, so Please add your own.
Here is mine.
Last mid sem. Break I went to Melb. While I has down there my cousin took me shopping on chapel St. In one of the trendy op shops were it cost $50 for a stripy polyester shirt I found a Real Australian Federal Police shirt which I bought. I’m at Hardware it’s the second time I’ve rolled, from half a crown (could have been a Rolex I hear now, doubt it) the Saturday before at Dome to a full greenmitsa and half a apple or strawberry. I don’t remember they say E’s make you, you, arr arr shit I forgot. So I'm kicking the hardest I ever have, never having danced ever before and I feel hot like I'm on fire. I pour me bottle of water all over me and it dose nothing. My heart’s pounding. Wet I run out of this shed on the docks into a cold Melb. Winter night, still nothing, I’m still burning. I go to the toilets and pour another 2 bottles of water on my head, lock my self in the cubical and have a few smoke. My heart finally stops racing and I’m very very cold, I go back in find my cousin and tell him I’m going to go get one of those fake tattoos. I should point out I’m warring the now famous Australian Federal Police shirt. I’m looking at the tats and some chick starts talking to me about me shirt. IDK what the fuck what she’s saying, its my turn to get a tat and she go. I get the tat find my cousin and tell him I’m going to boogie some more. IDK how much time has past but I’ve stopped dance spend ages looking for my cousin and who do I find him “get in it on with” the chick form the tats. I sure this chick a cop and she and the whole team I go to bust me for being a little drug fuck smart ass and warring a Australian Federal Police shirt to a rave. I spend the rest of the night trying to get my cousin to believe me. In the end we and this chicks friends went to the recover and of all places the tattoos bar (I know the tattoos bar ant spelt that way)
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Thanks really!
Here is mine.
Last mid sem. Break I went to Melb. While I has down there my cousin took me shopping on chapel St. In one of the trendy op shops were it cost $50 for a stripy polyester shirt I found a Real Australian Federal Police shirt which I bought. I’m at Hardware it’s the second time I’ve rolled, from half a crown (could have been a Rolex I hear now, doubt it) the Saturday before at Dome to a full greenmitsa and half a apple or strawberry. I don’t remember they say E’s make you, you, arr arr shit I forgot. So I'm kicking the hardest I ever have, never having danced ever before and I feel hot like I'm on fire. I pour me bottle of water all over me and it dose nothing. My heart’s pounding. Wet I run out of this shed on the docks into a cold Melb. Winter night, still nothing, I’m still burning. I go to the toilets and pour another 2 bottles of water on my head, lock my self in the cubical and have a few smoke. My heart finally stops racing and I’m very very cold, I go back in find my cousin and tell him I’m going to go get one of those fake tattoos. I should point out I’m warring the now famous Australian Federal Police shirt. I’m looking at the tats and some chick starts talking to me about me shirt. IDK what the fuck what she’s saying, its my turn to get a tat and she go. I get the tat find my cousin and tell him I’m going to boogie some more. IDK how much time has past but I’ve stopped dance spend ages looking for my cousin and who do I find him “get in it on with” the chick form the tats. I sure this chick a cop and she and the whole team I go to bust me for being a little drug fuck smart ass and warring a Australian Federal Police shirt to a rave. I spend the rest of the night trying to get my cousin to believe me. In the end we and this chicks friends went to the recover and of all places the tattoos bar (I know the tattoos bar ant spelt that way)
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Thanks really!
