Has anything bad ever happened to you, whilst on drugs?

[Shambles]

Hahahahhahaha! That was actually the wrong clip. The full-length version (complete with amusued/shocked/horrified onlookers trying to explain it to their kids) is sooooooooooo much funnier



Yes it's wrong as a wrong thing doinitrong... but the lil fella tries so very hard from so many angles it is pure comedy gold all the same. Bet the poor lil froggy wasn't expecting that when he woke up that morning

 

[gayorstraight]

That's fucking hilarious. Nature innit

 

[Uncle Robert]

*Goes outside scrambling around in the garden looking for a frog* :D

One day that chimp will come across the wrong frog:

[video=youtube_share;JuO_IiJOSGM]http://youtu.be/JuO_IiJOSGM[/video]

 

[Raasyvibe]

Overdosing on scag and dying momentarily before being brought back in an ambulance, naloxone shot in, wire pads attached to me, very freaked out ex, sadly that didn't stop me using for a while, only scared me temporarily, now the stuff scares me

You win the thread hands down.











No wait

picked up by police in Gdansk for howling naked on the street publically masturbating after a fuckload of shrooms.

Mailmonkey has.




Great thread. I've enjoyed reading these stories.

Here's 2 more quickies to add:

- Was out in the countryside getting heavily caned at an attempt of seeing if I could get "one with nature" with the natural qualiities of marijuana. Was going well until I heard a noise in the hedge near to us. My friend told me it was a small animal and not to worry. I was curious because I kept hearing this noise throughout the trip. Eventually I got up and investigated, only for a fucking farmer holding a huge shotgun to emerge shouting "Get off my fucking land!"

(In retrospect it was probably a pigeon shooter rather than a full-on shot gun, but I didn't know this at the time and it still looked intimidating)

- Took just 1 pill in a club, and felt I would be safe to drive hours later. Friend wants to leave club early and I feel very comfortable to drive.
Half way down the motorway and I start to hallucinate heavily. (Musta been MDA) All the other cars turned into space vehicles... The car in front turned into a space-tank, with a huge machine gun and radar moving in a circular motion. Was going to pull over but knew this would entice police, had drugs on me and could see all sorts of trouble occurring if they find me on the hard shoulder. So just had to plow on in my little space world.

 

[Shambles]

Forgot about heroin ODs. Had a couple. Is more scary when you see it happen to other people to be honest. Subjectively they feel great

The one worthy of anecdoting has been anecdotalised many times, but once more with feeling as it fits the thread...

Had a steady job for a while (lace cutter inna lingerie factory actually - some of y'all laydeez of a certain age may have my handiwork caressing yer fun parts ) and when payday came onna Friday I'd be clucking like fuck and desperate for me 1/8 of uberlush gear (which at the time it really was :D). Had been hassling dealer all day and finally he scored and said come down. Was sick as a sickly dog - shaking, wild-eyed, doubled up with cramps and dripping with sweat. Staggered down and was in such a state that dealer said I could shoot up there - he usually didn't allow use in his place for fear of ODs...

So I cooked up a decent-size shot of this lush gear we'd been getting for ages. Grey stuff. Came in a rock solid block. About the best quality gear I ever remember actually. Hence...

The rush was insane. All I remember thinking was "Fuck me that's good!". Then fade to black. Actually more like blackness just swallowing me in one gulp. Don't remember taking the needle from my arm. No idea if I did or somebody else did cos next thing I knew I was waking up on the sofa the next day. Found out later that I'd just slumped as soon as the gear hit and the peeps who were there at the time spent ages slapping me about, chucking cold water over me, trying to walk me about - all the traditional (mythical) ways to try to bring somebody out of an OD. Was before naloxone was widespread - back when SOP was to just dump the casualty on the street outside and call 999 from a payphone (if anybody knew or cared who the person was ).

What I awoke to was the sound of my dealer and a mutual mate talking about me upstairs. They'd been on the rock flat out all night so somewhat wired to say the least. They were convinced I was dead (apparently when folks gave up trying to revive me I was grey with no sign of breathing) and totally panicked about what to do with the body cos there were drugs and scales and cash everywhere and they were all cracked up. Plan was to chop me up with a machete and distribute parts of me in plastic bags in bins all around town. Always a classic. Specifically they were arguing over who was gonna do the chopping and who was gonna do the disposal. Deals were being struck over how much extra rock the chopper should get compared to the dumper. Blimey did they jump when I shouted upstairs that I'd do it myself if I got both fees :D

Drugs

 

[Acid4Blood]

What I awoke to was the sound of my dealer and a mutual mate talking about me upstairs. They'd been on the rock flat out all night so somewhat wired to say the least. They were convinced I was dead (apparently when folks gave up trying to revive me I was grey with no sign of breathing) and totally panicked about what to do with the body cos there were drugs and scales and cash everywhere and they were all cracked up. Plan was to chop me up with a machete and distribute parts of me in plastic bags in bins all around town. Always a classic. Specifically they were arguing over who was gonna do the chopping and who was gonna do the disposal. Deals were being struck over how much extra rock the chopper should get compared to the dumper. Blimey did they jump when I shouted upstairs that I'd do it myself if I got both fees

Holy fuckin shit Shamles! That is one crazy scenario to wake up to. At least you were able to make light of the whole thing & scare the shit out of them at the same time!

 

[badandwicked]

totally panicked about what to do with the body cos there were drugs and scales and cash everywhere and they were all cracked up. Plan was to chop me up with a machete and distribute parts of me in plastic bags in bins all around town.

A quick tidy up would have been easier. I believe unless your a trained butcher its very difficult to dismember a body. Remember that, kids.

 

[PlayHard]

yeah i got high as a kite? although i would'nt say this was a bad thing 8(

 

[parttime crackhead]

If nothing bad has ever happened to you while on drugs, then you never did any drugs. And this was a serious question. WTF !!!

Bullshit. Nothing bad has happened to me because I'm apparently quite good at taking drugs and not a total fucking idiot (eg, eating benzos like smarties for weeks on end).

Deals were being struck over how much extra rock the chopper should get compared to the dumper. Blimey did they jump when I shouted upstairs that I'd do it myself if I got both fees :D

Haha!


Edit - Just read about MailMonkey wanking in the street. Surely that's a drug success story? (not whatever mad shit you did afterwards but howling and beating your dick in the street and only getting a lift home from the cops has to be a win).

 

[Mailmonkey]

Edit - Just read about MailMonkey wanking in the street. Surely that's a drug success story? (not whatever mad shit you did afterwards but howling and beating your dick in the street and only getting a lift home from the cops has to be a win).

True at no point did I feel bad or even aware of myself, i can still see flashes from that night, even though it was over 20 years ago...

Was only the next day the full horror and shame dawned on me, and my life changed right then. Not in any concrete or perceptible way maybe, but ermmm, lots of goalposts had shifted all over the place and every perspective I had was sort of shattered.

The resulting fallout was probably for the best too, so, yes, a success story , for me anyway

This post sounds stupid as no-one even knows what I'm on about.

 

[jancrow]

I THINK I do. I was in tinychat that time.

errr and now I have to add a longer sentence at the bottom with more natural rhythms to it because short sentences sound menacing and that absolutely isn't my intention.

 

[pinkpapaver]

^ Do yerself a favour sometime. Read the MDPV megathreads from the start. Really. You will see so very clearly how it went for us all. It really is THAT good. And it really is THAT bad. The curve makes for interesting reading. Also, is frikkin hilarious in places



I had heroin first (was my first ever opi ). But only a teensy taste. Was codeine wot got me started proper. Did codeine ferra couple months then the social found out I was doing a part-time college course that was advertised as full-time (cos they got more funding that way - was less than 16h per week but they added in generic "self-directed study" time to get it over 16h) so I lost my home, my college course and my part-time job within the space of a week. Suddenly found myself having to sleep onna park bench in the middle of winter and simultaneously got a heroin connect. Smoked heroin for all of two weeks (mostly to keep warm). Then started pinning cos is so much cheaper that way... at first. The rest is history.

It ain't that opies are addictive. Pfft. Nuttin to do with that that causes the problems. Is easy to keep a lid on it. It's the fact that life itself is wildly unpredictable and sometimes shit just happens out the blue and if you happen to know that opies make shit easier to deal with you will use 'em. And then it truly goes to shit

that last bit is so right. It's all about timing and heroin can just appear at the time when you don't/need it the most. Kurt kobain said something similar about what people see of your life just being like a film, just selected scenes so they don't know what goes on when the camera aint rollin or whatever. and it is just the way it is. i think it's time to dig the nirvana albums out of the record pile.

I'm sure I've mentioned before that i lost a budgie while on valium . In my old house i got burgled 5 times by the bag heads I knew. it's more drink where the terrible terrible things happen. but life on heroin just gets a bit dull.

 

[Transform]

Bullshit. Nothing bad has happened to me because I'm apparently quite good at taking drugs and not a total fucking idiot (eg, eating benzos like smarties for weeks on end).

Likewise, with a bit of care I think it's entirely possible to avoid any accidents at all.

The two incidents I did have were entirely a result of my not taking care and they were both self inflicted and really not so serious in the end.

First was spilling some MXE on the carpet and then attempting to gauge how much my nose had recovered by snorting. I staggered to the club (remembering little) and miraculously got in and proceeded to have a great time.

Second was putting some GHB in a juicebox anticipating a longish night time walk with my GF. We got about 500m away to a local park and played there for a bit before I remembered that the juice I was casually swigging contained several solid doses. We both ended up falling asleep in the park before we realised what was happening and she roused me and walked me back home where I proceeded to vomit and then sleep like a baby.

Good fun in reflection but lessons regarding properly measured doses were certainly learnt.

 

[Shambles]

Likewise, with a bit of care I think it's entirely possible to avoid any accidents at all.

Entirely possible to avoid self-inflicted accidents, possibly. Not everything is one's own fault though. Shit happens.

 

[Transform]

Yeah that is definitely the caveat. Idiot mistakes like snorting MXE off the carpet should be easily avoided but getting raided while you're coming up in the comfort of your own home is a bit different!

 

[RussianPheonix]

SWIM once lived in a grouphome, and returned home for 10pm curfew only to be greated by staff as they were late. The person had recently been pressured into buying cocaine and ended up acting really funny. The staff knew something was up right away and went inside to discuss the situation further with other staff, at which point swim hid behind the planters and decided it was a good time to play "peek-a-boo"... Needless to say swim was sent into psychiatrics to identify what was took. lol (Swim was a fifteen year old female at the time)

 

[Shambles]

This SWIM person appears to be gender-confused as well as the biggest druggy on tinterwebz. Sometimes SWIM is male, sometimes SWIM is female. Sometimes SWIM ain't even human. Must be a fascinating fella/gal/creature

Alternatively, you are talking about yourself, Ms Phoenix, in which case please don't use 'SWIM' cos it provides zero protection from anything and makes posts really frikkin annoying to read

That aside, welcome to BL

 

[One Thousand Words]

When I was 16 we would spend a week hiking through the local national park, on some sort of boys own adventure, fighting leeches and avoiding drug plantations booby traps as part of school adventure training. On about night three one of my mates stumble upon some mushrooms that we decided to mix with our rations and trip for the first time.

Everything started out normally, well as normal as one can get at 16 whilst tripping balls on Mt Misery, with only a campfire for comfort. After a couple of hours we realised our 6 man group had lost a member, and this is where shit started to get real. We proceeded to search and call out his name for several hours until we gathered around the campfire and made a pact, that no matter what, our story would we all woke up and he was gone, mushrooms would never be mentioned to anyone else, even if the poor cunt had fallen off the edge of the cliff that was about 50m away.

We brewed coffee, stoked the fire and stared silently into the flames as the day broke. Suddenly as the first rays of the sun lit up our camp, the lost member stumbled into camp, dishevelled but otherwise unharmed. To say there was relief and much man hugging and tears of joy would be an understatement. Apparently he had gone for a piss, completely lost is shit and ended up in the foetal position under a tree all night. He had heard our yelling but was convinced he was a fugitive and we were the police wanting to put him in jail.

Last year was my twenty year reunion and during the 1st XV rugby match the 6 of us gathered for the first time in years and shared from a hip-flask some fine whiskey and saluted that crazy night we spent losing our shit on psychedelics.

 

[Shambles]

Hehe. Kinda reminds me of a gal I vaguely know who came round in an unfamiliar tent at a multiday free party and took a big swig from the nearest bottle of water. Which happened to be a bottle of liquid acid. Oopsies. She was found three days later wandering nekkid in the woods. She's still "a bit funny" now apparently.

 

[parttime crackhead]

Last year was my twenty year reunion and during the 1st XV rugby match the 6 of us gathered for the first time in years and shared from a hip-flask some fine whiskey and saluted that crazy night we spent losing our shit on psychedelics.

You should have all done it again.

Hehe. Kinda reminds me of a gal I vaguely know who came round in an unfamiliar tent at a multiday free party and took a big swig from the nearest bottle of water. Which happened to be a bottle of liquid acid. Oopsies. She was found three days later wandering nekkid in the woods. She's still "a bit funny" now apparently.

Lol, fuck sake. It's bad enough when the water turns out to be booze!