I love nodding but hate when i tucking fall asleep, I still feel euphoric when I wake up if it was only like 15 min but not as high as I wanna be so I usually do more lol
I'm with Scagnettie on the nodding thing. In other news I just copped some dope in a blizzard. I even stopped at the store and bought some shit for the dopeman. I wasn't gonna shovel snow all day without some dope fuck that. The shit has the look and consistency of brown sugar. But doesn't smell anything like brown sugar which is a good thing.
Do you even do heroin?
you think they work? any other feeling aside from just sleep? they seemed to have knocked me out but could have been the weed I was smoking, too. who knows. but the dreams have been FUCKED UP the last few days; I'd rather lay off them and just stick w/ CVS Sleep Aid than these pills making me dream of dope.^ I've been on hydroxyzine for sleep for a while and it can cause some crazy ass dreams.
I love nodding but hate when i tucking fall asleep, I still feel euphoric when I wake up if it was only like 15 min but not as high as I wanna be so I usually do more lol
the jackknife nod which is standing up but, slumped over at the hips.
Yeah man it's snowing like a motherfucker over here in Detroit.It's still snowing hard, where you are? Where are you from?
Yeah that's another thing, I think we've talked about it before, that it's common for people to not feel as high after falling asleep and waking up, as they did before.
It happens to me too. It's another reason why I don't wanna fall asleep when I'm high.
Now that's what I'm talking about.
Late last year, while walking to my car after work, I ran into this young fella who asked me for a ride home. I knew that his house is not far from mine. I knew him from "the meeting rooms" and know he's chill. He's "out there" again, using dope. While en route to his house, I noticed his head bobbing out of the corner of my eye. Next thing I knew, he was head down, chin to chest, jack knifed at the waist.
I snapped him out of it because I was afraid he would OD in my car. I really wanted to go through his pockets first, but I ain't that kind of dude.
lol. do you really not a clue where dope comes from? you are very new to the dope scene; go watch the show "Drugs" on NatGEO about dope and you'll get a better idea of what it's all about. it will answer all your questions, and you wont being imagining any "what if's". ha.
I'd go to the West Coast and only know how to cook tar based on videos.
Back in "the day" I was running a program for homeless families that was funded by a large foundation based in NYC. This foundation would require annual updates from its grantees. My boss was responsible for attending these annual update meetings so as to report to the foundation's Board of Directors on the program's achievements and justify (read beg for) funding for another year.
On the morning of the scheduled annual presentation, my boss called me to say she was ill. She asked me to present in her stead. I couldn't say no.
I doubled ... maybe tripled up ... on my methadone.
I attended the meeting, held in a swank West Village office, and sat in a waiting room while other (competing for same funding) program representatives gave their speil. The methadone kicked in nicely, melting the huge waves of anxiety that I felt earlier. When my turn came to report to the high powered Board, I remember sitting at a long wooden conference table, fielding a number of questions, until I nodded out, jack-knifed, going head down onto the wooden tabletop.
The agency that I worked for received a letter shortly thereafter from the foundation, informing them that funding for the project would be discontinued.