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Ok bare with me here im still winde awake after doing a bump of O-pcp and yes it smells like semen 
. So the story follows .
i had something going with 'hey you're a wizard 'arry potter, oh wait!your just blind as fuck! and dinosaurs are real.(Sorry for any errors, this was supposed to be a good time.)hence the naked boobies chick 
(was supposed to be a good night)
It started with Ethylbromazolam, and to knowing that I'm able to do ok kind on i since I've done bomomazolam vials(3mg per dropper ones) so what can go wrong? All the time (didn't have a scale
so used the scoop 5-6mg scoop the Lil black one 
) the rest of my work was going great 
so let me do 25mg scoop or so and rest, the following day i decided to go with the same amount but twice as much of so 4 (so 4xequals about 
amount of scoops )more scoops in the morning 
, i forgot to mention the part where i blacked out 
i was so excited to get some psychedelics to 
partY <capital Y. Them i supposedly went to a 
n a 
box (us poor people call white color places to fix us or in my case 
me up with a work form* later that night.. because i was prepared to 'lau up sick' yanno??
4-HO-MET and i just ate, 2x orande scoops (which is 25mg a scoop) and great in having a great time so i decide to try a black scoop of O-PCP vaped on foil, and 5 minutes later i hear a knock at my door, i told them i wasn't feeling well and the dude said he/they other re⁹sidents at the so er living house know i take psych meds and Suboxone so I Guess they fucking count them. Well I'm like tripping hard it looked like i was speaking to a small alien man so i go back into my room to think because i had ate them all already. So i grabbed my Suboxone instead because i know i take 2 of those a day and had got them subs filled recently, the alien dude gave them back and wanted the gabapentin i was taking, and here i was like trying to think what got say so i just told him i leave them at work locked up in my locker and close the door and thought nothing of it. So I'm starting to worry and decide to vape a little more O-PCP because maybe they will leave me alone, i hear another fucking knock just as i exhaled and someone mumbled something so i just stood at my doorway, tracerys and massive visauals, then some other alien dude came down the stairs and told me to come up stairs. And its the entire fucking house guys, sitting there telling me that they think that I've been getting high on my gabapentins. I tried to explain to them why i keep them at my work locker and they said that they voted to kick me out of the halfway/sober house (ots democracy ran so majority rules) well fuck. I'm like seeing stars tracers and everyone looks like they have an outline, i was fucked!
They asked me questions if i had been getting high in the house on them and i told them no they are at fucking work(the gabapentin )(which they weren't) so the 1 dude supposedly in charge said that the house had voted to expel me from the house. I was like holyshit. I went around and shook some hands huged the motherfucker i hated, and they said they would drive me to rehab if they i wanted and i just told them no that i would leave on me own and since i wasn't actually caught getting high in the house of did anyone's like fight a motherfucker they gave me 3 days to get my shit out. So i go back downstairs full blown bad trip mode seriously. Like this shit could have been a fucking amazing time and you know what the real reason was is that i forgot to pay rent because i work mondays and it unusualy slips my fucking mind so i went down and found the fucking money order in my man bag. Like this could have all been avoided.
If i had just remembered to fucking pay my rent because the dude that does the books(also a resident here) is a complete cocksucker and suspected that i was probably getting high on crack or meth. Meanwhile im so lost because i'm not sure who called the meeting or why (not to mention i was/am still sick with a upper respiratory infection).
Tldr: while i was trying to pack socks with shampoos because i have no clue what im doing because im in a full ducking panic, worried that fuckers are going to try and come tell me that it's all right and tell me some bs about 'i know a guy at local treatment center bullshit' so i quickly did a couple 12mg scoops(the black scooper) of decided to kill the trip with 25mg scoop of Ethylbromazolam to try and kill this trip because it's not fun anymore, im in the verge of tears, I'm like calling and texting my BL friends (ty defecit and some dudes name i have stores in mg phone named Johnathan BL (bc imz assuming be is a BL friend)) and they both helped calm me down, and in the mist of this i tried creating a ticket on the BL discord (which i had previously stepped away due to personal reasons) and the user cherbear seemed supportive).
So once I cooled down, and let the Ethylbromazolam kick in the waves and trippy lines and cartoon shapes and aliens all seemed to not be so panic inducing. So I ended up calling my mother and told her the story (minus the drugs) how the oxford house is ran on a democracy and they had voted to kick me out due to me not following the guidelines, i even through it in there that me receiving Spravato once a week doesn't count as going to an AA/NA or recovery meeting of sorts, so she kinda bailed me out to some extent and let me keep my stuff there at her and my fucking stepdad, who on the otherhand was against me staying at the house with my mom, he called a mutual friend that is aware of house some of these sober livings are democraticly ran(favortism n shit) and suggested i go to this
other sober living house that he owns and runs slap dab in the fucking hood. Like here i am in a upscale side of town now I'm back in the hood and have to drive atleast an hour early to get to work on time (instead of the 13sh minutes it took :=€)
Moral of the store, when u do rc psychs while in a sober living make damn sure that you don't give anyone any reason to suspect you are getting high, like if they know u are on subs or gabapentin they will count those fucking things, so them knowing you take those is already a red flag for some well i wouldn't say sober folk but some diehard dry miserable drunk.
I might add more to the story once i settle in. Once again my HP watching out and please be safe with the new RCs!
. So the story follows . i had something going with 'hey you're a wizard 'arry potter, oh wait!your just blind as fuck! and dinosaurs are real.(Sorry for any errors, this was supposed to be a good time.)hence the naked boobies chick (was supposed to be a good night)It started with Ethylbromazolam, and to knowing that I'm able to do ok kind on i since I've done bomomazolam vials(3mg per dropper ones) so what can go wrong? All the time (didn't have a scale
so used the scoop 5-6mg scoop the Lil black one ) the rest of my work was going great so let me do 25mg scoop or so and rest, the following day i decided to go with the same amount but twice as much of so 4 (so 4xequals about amount of scoops )more scoops in the morning , i forgot to mention the part where i blacked out i was so excited to get some psychedelics to partY <capital Y. Them i supposedly went to a n a box (us poor people call white color places to fix us or in my case me up with a work form* later that night.. because i was prepared to 'lau up sick' yanno??4-HO-MET and i just ate, 2x orande scoops (which is 25mg a scoop) and great in having a great time so i decide to try a black scoop of O-PCP vaped on foil, and 5 minutes later i hear a knock at my door, i told them i wasn't feeling well and the dude said he/they other re⁹sidents at the so er living house know i take psych meds and Suboxone so I Guess they fucking count them. Well I'm like tripping hard it looked like i was speaking to a small alien man so i go back into my room to think because i had ate them all already. So i grabbed my Suboxone instead because i know i take 2 of those a day and had got them subs filled recently, the alien dude gave them back and wanted the gabapentin i was taking, and here i was like trying to think what got say so i just told him i leave them at work locked up in my locker and close the door and thought nothing of it. So I'm starting to worry and decide to vape a little more O-PCP because maybe they will leave me alone, i hear another fucking knock just as i exhaled and someone mumbled something so i just stood at my doorway, tracerys and massive visauals, then some other alien dude came down the stairs and told me to come up stairs. And its the entire fucking house guys, sitting there telling me that they think that I've been getting high on my gabapentins. I tried to explain to them why i keep them at my work locker and they said that they voted to kick me out of the halfway/sober house (ots democracy ran so majority rules) well fuck. I'm like seeing stars tracers and everyone looks like they have an outline, i was fucked!
They asked me questions if i had been getting high in the house on them and i told them no they are at fucking work(the gabapentin )(which they weren't) so the 1 dude supposedly in charge said that the house had voted to expel me from the house. I was like holyshit. I went around and shook some hands huged the motherfucker i hated, and they said they would drive me to rehab if they i wanted and i just told them no that i would leave on me own and since i wasn't actually caught getting high in the house of did anyone's like fight a motherfucker they gave me 3 days to get my shit out. So i go back downstairs full blown bad trip mode seriously. Like this shit could have been a fucking amazing time and you know what the real reason was is that i forgot to pay rent because i work mondays and it unusualy slips my fucking mind so i went down and found the fucking money order in my man bag. Like this could have all been avoided.
If i had just remembered to fucking pay my rent because the dude that does the books(also a resident here) is a complete cocksucker and suspected that i was probably getting high on crack or meth. Meanwhile im so lost because i'm not sure who called the meeting or why (not to mention i was/am still sick with a upper respiratory infection).
Tldr: while i was trying to pack socks with shampoos because i have no clue what im doing because im in a full ducking panic, worried that fuckers are going to try and come tell me that it's all right and tell me some bs about 'i know a guy at local treatment center bullshit' so i quickly did a couple 12mg scoops(the black scooper) of decided to kill the trip with 25mg scoop of Ethylbromazolam to try and kill this trip because it's not fun anymore, im in the verge of tears, I'm like calling and texting my BL friends (ty defecit and some dudes name i have stores in mg phone named Johnathan BL (bc imz assuming be is a BL friend)) and they both helped calm me down, and in the mist of this i tried creating a ticket on the BL discord (which i had previously stepped away due to personal reasons) and the user cherbear seemed supportive).
So once I cooled down, and let the Ethylbromazolam kick in the waves and trippy lines and cartoon shapes and aliens all seemed to not be so panic inducing. So I ended up calling my mother and told her the story (minus the drugs) how the oxford house is ran on a democracy and they had voted to kick me out due to me not following the guidelines, i even through it in there that me receiving Spravato once a week doesn't count as going to an AA/NA or recovery meeting of sorts, so she kinda bailed me out to some extent and let me keep my stuff there at her and my fucking stepdad, who on the otherhand was against me staying at the house with my mom, he called a mutual friend that is aware of house some of these sober livings are democraticly ran(favortism n shit) and suggested i go to this
other sober living house that he owns and runs slap dab in the fucking hood. Like here i am in a upscale side of town now I'm back in the hood and have to drive atleast an hour early to get to work on time (instead of the 13sh minutes it took :=€)
Moral of the store, when u do rc psychs while in a sober living make damn sure that you don't give anyone any reason to suspect you are getting high, like if they know u are on subs or gabapentin they will count those fucking things, so them knowing you take those is already a red flag for some well i wouldn't say sober folk but some diehard dry miserable drunk.
I might add more to the story once i settle in. Once again my HP watching out and please be safe with the new RCs!
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