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Has anything bad ever happened to you, whilst on drugs?
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Stonking_thrompers
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Clever girlIkr? Needless to say I haven't spoken to him since
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parttime crackhead
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Haha, that wasn't meant to be a serious comment but it comes across wanky as fuck 
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did way too much ket last night while already drunk. Stumbled around the club for about 10 minutes, had some attractive girl come on to me and just kind of mumbled incoherently to her, got outside, ignored a few friends as I thought they weren't real (everyone looked cardboard and two dimensional), stumbled Fear And Loathing style (the ether scene) to a nearby taxi, had to ask someone to open the door for me.
Totally left reality for about 10 minutes in the taxi, I forgot I was human, I felt like I was outside the universe, there was just nothing and I was just nothing. Forced myself slightly back to reality, asked the taxi driver if he was real and if he thought I was acting 'real' enough, my friend (who's a bit inexperienced with psychedelic's) started saying 'help me.....help me....' repeatedly, while my other friend was totally holed, puking all over himself (in my state I genuinely thought he was dying). Kept drifting in and out of a hole, repeating my address over and over again, the taxi driver got there, asked for the fare, I just gave him what I had (which probably wasn't enough) and he just looked very frightened and said 'ok, that'll do'. Spent ten minutes trying to open my door (thought it was made of liquid) Then just collapsed inside.
In fairness it was nearly much worse (after the peak I wanted to call my friends/ family/ hospital and tell them I was dying, but my phone seemed like a foreign object to me), but it's my worst drug related experience yet (although retrospectively it was fucking hilarious).
Totally left reality for about 10 minutes in the taxi, I forgot I was human, I felt like I was outside the universe, there was just nothing and I was just nothing. Forced myself slightly back to reality, asked the taxi driver if he was real and if he thought I was acting 'real' enough, my friend (who's a bit inexperienced with psychedelic's) started saying 'help me.....help me....' repeatedly, while my other friend was totally holed, puking all over himself (in my state I genuinely thought he was dying). Kept drifting in and out of a hole, repeating my address over and over again, the taxi driver got there, asked for the fare, I just gave him what I had (which probably wasn't enough) and he just looked very frightened and said 'ok, that'll do'. Spent ten minutes trying to open my door (thought it was made of liquid) Then just collapsed inside.
In fairness it was nearly much worse (after the peak I wanted to call my friends/ family/ hospital and tell them I was dying, but my phone seemed like a foreign object to me), but it's my worst drug related experience yet (although retrospectively it was fucking hilarious).
When I only smoked weed nothing bad ever happened to me either. Wasn't until I got into harder drugs which I shouldn't have is when the shit hit the fan so to speak.
Recall a bit of a mishap on MDMA once. We were at my mate's 21st, or 20th or some shit, and all was good. We were on the pills, spliffs, and whiskey and having a laugh, playing cards and video games and all that. Ended up too fucked to play Blackjack after a while and we went out into the garden to doss about and play football and stuff.
One lad hadn't done pills before, think he'd have been about 18 at that point. He seemed to be having fun, had taken his shirt off and was sort of wandering about smiling like a loon. I hugged him, we danced for a bit and he tried to kiss me, which I dodged, but let him land one on my cheek. Left him to go back inside with the birthday boy, and we were standing by the (massive and fucking expensive) fish tank, when we heard this commotion outside. Younger lad was screaming about god and how he was immortal and all sorts of mad stuff. There were people out there with him though, so we didn't go outside, didn't wanna ruin the night or make things worse.
Anyway he came charging into the house, shoving the people round him out the way in the process, and disappeared into the kitchen. Swear the next few seconds were actually in slow motion. He ran into the room we were in wielding a 2l bottle of milk and proceeded to throw it with full force at the fish tank. Birthday boy actually managed to react, despite all the drugs n booze, and caught it one handed just before we ended up with a miniature remake of Sharknado. Was astonishing. After that we managed to get the lad calmed down and bundled off home but by that time everyone else was like 'ehhh' and the party wound up pretty quickly.
One lad hadn't done pills before, think he'd have been about 18 at that point. He seemed to be having fun, had taken his shirt off and was sort of wandering about smiling like a loon. I hugged him, we danced for a bit and he tried to kiss me, which I dodged, but let him land one on my cheek. Left him to go back inside with the birthday boy, and we were standing by the (massive and fucking expensive) fish tank, when we heard this commotion outside. Younger lad was screaming about god and how he was immortal and all sorts of mad stuff. There were people out there with him though, so we didn't go outside, didn't wanna ruin the night or make things worse.
Anyway he came charging into the house, shoving the people round him out the way in the process, and disappeared into the kitchen. Swear the next few seconds were actually in slow motion. He ran into the room we were in wielding a 2l bottle of milk and proceeded to throw it with full force at the fish tank. Birthday boy actually managed to react, despite all the drugs n booze, and caught it one handed just before we ended up with a miniature remake of Sharknado. Was astonishing. After that we managed to get the lad calmed down and bundled off home but by that time everyone else was like 'ehhh' and the party wound up pretty quickly.
Recall a bit of a mishap on MDMA once. We were at my mate's 21st, or 20th or some shit, and all was good. We were on the pills, spliffs, and whiskey and having a laugh, playing cards and video games and all that. Ended up too fucked to play Blackjack after a while and we went out into the garden to doss about and play football and stuff.
One lad hadn't done pills before, think he'd have been about 18 at that point. He seemed to be having fun, had taken his shirt off and was sort of wandering about smiling like a loon. I hugged him, we danced for a bit and he tried to kiss me, which I dodged, but let him land one on my cheek. Left him to go back inside with the birthday boy, and we were standing by the (massive and fucking expensive) fish tank, when we heard this commotion outside. Younger lad was screaming about god and how he was immortal and all sorts of mad stuff. There were people out there with him though, so we didn't go outside, didn't wanna ruin the night or make things worse.
Anyway he came charging into the house, shoving the people round him out the way in the process, and disappeared into the kitchen. Swear the next few seconds were actually in slow motion. He ran into the room we were in wielding a 2l bottle of milk and proceeded to throw it with full force at the fish tank. Birthday boy actually managed to react, despite all the drugs n booze, and caught it one handed just before we ended up with a miniature remake of Sharknado. Was astonishing. After that we managed to get the lad calmed down and bundled off home but by that time everyone else was like 'ehhh' and the party wound up pretty quickly.
edit: haha recalling that story, and specifically the comedown/hangover next day has made me proper anxious, god I felt like death the next day.
One lad hadn't done pills before, think he'd have been about 18 at that point. He seemed to be having fun, had taken his shirt off and was sort of wandering about smiling like a loon. I hugged him, we danced for a bit and he tried to kiss me, which I dodged, but let him land one on my cheek. Left him to go back inside with the birthday boy, and we were standing by the (massive and fucking expensive) fish tank, when we heard this commotion outside. Younger lad was screaming about god and how he was immortal and all sorts of mad stuff. There were people out there with him though, so we didn't go outside, didn't wanna ruin the night or make things worse.
Anyway he came charging into the house, shoving the people round him out the way in the process, and disappeared into the kitchen. Swear the next few seconds were actually in slow motion. He ran into the room we were in wielding a 2l bottle of milk and proceeded to throw it with full force at the fish tank. Birthday boy actually managed to react, despite all the drugs n booze, and caught it one handed just before we ended up with a miniature remake of Sharknado. Was astonishing. After that we managed to get the lad calmed down and bundled off home but by that time everyone else was like 'ehhh' and the party wound up pretty quickly.
edit: haha recalling that story, and specifically the comedown/hangover next day has made me proper anxious, god I felt like death the next day.
One Thousand Words
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Ended up having a sob in a canola field after a night on PMA.
coors light
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I was living in rented accommodation one time, while in bed I took Zopiclone, dalmanes and xanax quite alot but cant remember the exact number. so the plan was to get off my face and go to sleep. When I woke up I was on the couch in my parents house about two miles away from were I thought I fell asleep. I looked out the window to find that my car wasn't there so I just assumed that i must have got a taxi to my parents house. anyways I got a lift back to my own gaf to find my car wasnt there either, after some searching I found it eventually in the middle of a green in my parents estate with the lights on, key in the ignition and the car battery dead. to this day I have no Idea how any of it happened because my plan was to go to sleep, not black out and end up a few miles away. how I was even able to drive is another mystery. Im just glad I didn't hit anyone or something fucked up like that.
Cornishman
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Many bad things have happened to me whilst on drugs.
I've lost large sums of money, been involved in a couple of automotive accidents & had a few run ins/arrestings with teh police cops.
I also broke a frisbee.
I've lost large sums of money, been involved in a couple of automotive accidents & had a few run ins/arrestings with teh police cops.
I also broke a frisbee.
coors light
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Ya it was really messed up. To this day I can only remember being in my room waiting to sleep and then waking up somewhere completely different. the scary thing is if I was that messed up I could have easily got myself and other people killed. maybe I just drive better when Im blacked out on benzos Doubt it though seen as I decided to park in the middle of a field.
Doubt it though seen as I decided to park in the middle of a field.
parttime crackhead
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Hahaha. One of those good dunts. I'm thinking about buying some MDA soon, hopefully get in that sort of nick. If I don't I'll be wanting my money back.
as it happens it's been exactly two years now since i dislocated my shoulder, badly fractured my arm, nearly smashed my head open and had a seizure while on desoxypipradrol, lost my driving license and nearly died, then when I came round in hospital apparently was distressed enough to get myself transferred to mental hospital. All I remember is waking up 5 days later not knowing any of this had happened and having it explained to me which was pretty fucking horrible. Also the cunts hadn't put my arm in a sling, so when I woke up and tried to use my arm I was in agony.
A few days ago I went back up to the hospital as a visitor, not a patient, for the first time since my accident, and I didn't expect that to affect me quite like it has. A lot of awful, difficult memories have come flooding back from the whole period of 2009 onwards and I feel pretty unequipped to cope with it frankly. I'd like to just be able to put it all behind me and get the fuck on with life again, I don't think there is any chemical way round this type of stress and am just going to have to endure it for as long as it takes.
A few days ago I went back up to the hospital as a visitor, not a patient, for the first time since my accident, and I didn't expect that to affect me quite like it has. A lot of awful, difficult memories have come flooding back from the whole period of 2009 onwards and I feel pretty unequipped to cope with it frankly. I'd like to just be able to put it all behind me and get the fuck on with life again, I don't think there is any chemical way round this type of stress and am just going to have to endure it for as long as it takes.
badandwicked
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as it happens it's been exactly two years now since i dislocated my shoulder, badly fractured my arm, nearly smashed my head open and had a seizure while on desoxypipradrol, lost my driving license and nearly died, then when I came round in hospital apparently was distressed enough to get myself transferred to mental hospital. All I remember is waking up 5 days later not knowing any of this had happened and having it explained to me which was pretty fucking horrible. Also the cunts hadn't put my arm in a sling, so when I woke up and tried to use my arm I was in agony.
A few days ago I went back up to the hospital as a visitor, not a patient, for the first time since my accident, and I didn't expect that to affect me quite like it has. A lot of awful, difficult memories have come flooding back from the whole period of 2009 onwards and I feel pretty unequipped to cope with it frankly. I'd like to just be able to put it all behind me and get the fuck on with life again, I don't think there is any chemical way round this type of stress and am just going to have to endure it for as long as it takes.
That sounds like Post Traumatic Stress. You should definitely get help with it.
