-Doing a massive line of ket in a train's toilets, on the way back to the ket connect with a half liter (old school ones 25g no 500g) . It's only a 35 min way back but I woke up a many stops later an hour later surrounded by a familly of 3 kids playing around me and a mohter looking like at me like if i was a ghost. no phone, no lighter, no other train to go back. gf wasnt happy.
-Shooting up cocaine just scored in the medical center toilet, just before my appointment with my doc for my dodgy script of morphine. Trying to be "discreet" opening all the taps, flushing the toilet repeatedly while trying to prepare a shot.. it takes more time then my broken mind thought and somebody is knocking . it's my turn. shit . I pour way too much in the cup, got no cotton, just shooting with no filtering that dirty milky way white shot. boom. that was abit much. throat and face so numb that I could barely talk, I sat on the chair in front of my doc asking if im on wd to sweat so much, I was actually holding myself on the chair, to stay somehow straight, trying to say things but I was basically just drooling nonesense, I couldnt see, hear or feel a damn thing but I could feel my heart bumping out my bones. I ended up with my script, as usual, doc was cool.
-Waking up in another country in central asia with ket in shampoo, seing a big sign at the customs, with writen in red capital letter DRUGS = DEATH PENALTY , but looking cool because I ate a handful of mogadon in New Delhi earlier and I didnt even know this country was that strict. That's how i was travelling
-getting caught with too much drugs because too high.
-smoking hash in psychiatric hospital room
-going rhough one of the strictest borders of the western world with few hundreds of blues and yellow valiums not even hidden properly sobbering up of month hard alcohol, benzos, opiates binge in front of the officers. tehy only found a dozen pregabline capsules in a plastic bag that i totally forgot and claimed they were antibiotics, showing my wounded leg from a scooter crash 2 weeks earlier, needless to say it was looking ugly. The officer opened one of the box and the time seemed to go in slow mo. he must have looked at it for 3 or 4 seconds that felt like eternity . They washed my backpack of some kind of vegetals lying there and off i went
-got caught in another country with 3 ounces of stinky indoor got almost dported overnight
-cold scored brown in colombo at night
-overdosed in toilets, trains, cars.
-I once blacked out for 4 days on a mix of intravenous O-PCE, 3-HO-PCE, 3-MEO-PCE. Most horrible and terrifc trip of my life before athe 25C and 25B NBOME overdose that put me me psychotic in acrazy way.
-Shooting up cocaine just scored in the medical center toilet, just before my appointment with my doc for my dodgy script of morphine. Trying to be "discreet" opening all the taps, flushing the toilet repeatedly while trying to prepare a shot.. it takes more time then my broken mind thought and somebody is knocking . it's my turn. shit . I pour way too much in the cup, got no cotton, just shooting with no filtering that dirty milky way white shot. boom. that was abit much. throat and face so numb that I could barely talk, I sat on the chair in front of my doc asking if im on wd to sweat so much, I was actually holding myself on the chair, to stay somehow straight, trying to say things but I was basically just drooling nonesense, I couldnt see, hear or feel a damn thing but I could feel my heart bumping out my bones. I ended up with my script, as usual, doc was cool.
-Waking up in another country in central asia with ket in shampoo, seing a big sign at the customs, with writen in red capital letter DRUGS = DEATH PENALTY , but looking cool because I ate a handful of mogadon in New Delhi earlier and I didnt even know this country was that strict. That's how i was travelling
-getting caught with too much drugs because too high.
-smoking hash in psychiatric hospital room
-going rhough one of the strictest borders of the western world with few hundreds of blues and yellow valiums not even hidden properly sobbering up of month hard alcohol, benzos, opiates binge in front of the officers. tehy only found a dozen pregabline capsules in a plastic bag that i totally forgot and claimed they were antibiotics, showing my wounded leg from a scooter crash 2 weeks earlier, needless to say it was looking ugly. The officer opened one of the box and the time seemed to go in slow mo. he must have looked at it for 3 or 4 seconds that felt like eternity . They washed my backpack of some kind of vegetals lying there and off i went
-got caught in another country with 3 ounces of stinky indoor got almost dported overnight
-cold scored brown in colombo at night
-overdosed in toilets, trains, cars.
-I once blacked out for 4 days on a mix of intravenous O-PCE, 3-HO-PCE, 3-MEO-PCE. Most horrible and terrifc trip of my life before athe 25C and 25B NBOME overdose that put me me psychotic in acrazy way.
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should give some credit point s. No guns here not in my life.
