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Your Crazy Life.....Tell us a story of a crazy experience youve had cuz of drugs

I got a pretty funny story. So one time while in high school me and 3 of my best friends ones named perm the other is woody and my buddy mathias. We think it'd be a good idea to eat some mmushrooms at perms house. So were all starting to trip feel kinda jell-o like and we decide to go hotbox my buddy perms subaru wagon. So were packed in there smoking blunts of some stanky chronic. We had this place billowing with smoke after like 30 minutes. Then all of a sudden we hear a knock on the back window so we all freak out. It turns out to be some woman cop. So were thinking aww shit were so fucked there was no hiding the stench inside that car. So we roll one window down and smoke just hits her in the face like a ton of bricks. She says i know what you kids are doing but thats not why im here. She said i used to do that when i was a teenage dont worry im looking for some black dude that stole a car in the neighborhood. Yall havent seen anything weird have ya. Us beeing totallly ripped said no man your the only thing weird weve seen lately lol. We all got a good laught outta that as did the cop. She just told us to be careful and dont drive anywhere. Not to mention were tripping this whole time trying to conversate with a cool cop lol. Just outta fun she asked us to walk a straight line to see how hard we were tripping lol. I dont think any of us made it past 2 steps haha. All in all it was a great time.
 
nowdubnvr6 said:
I got a pretty funny story. So one time while in high school me and 3 of my best friends ones named perm the other is woody and my buddy mathias. We think it'd be a good idea to eat some mmushrooms at perms house. So were all starting to trip feel kinda jell-o like and we decide to go hotbox my buddy perms subaru wagon. So were packed in there smoking blunts of some stanky chronic. We had this place billowing with smoke after like 30 minutes. Then all of a sudden we hear a knock on the back window so we all freak out. It turns out to be some woman cop. So were thinking aww shit were so fucked there was no hiding the stench inside that car. So we roll one window down and smoke just hits her in the face like a ton of bricks. She says i know what you kids are doing but thats not why im here. She said i used to do that when i was a teenage dont worry im looking for some black dude that stole a car in the neighborhood. Yall havent seen anything weird have ya. Us beeing totallly ripped said no man your the only thing weird weve seen lately lol. We all got a good laught outta that as did the cop. She just told us to be careful and dont drive anywhere. Not to mention were tripping this whole time trying to conversate with a cool cop lol. Just outta fun she asked us to walk a straight line to see how hard we were tripping lol. I dont think any of us made it past 2 steps haha. All in all it was a great time.
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Wow, that would have freaked me out.
Funny
 
Porkyprimecut said:
I was going to my friend/dealers house to get some and I came up to his back door and could see a few people insode and the door was cracked,so I walked in,whioch wasnt a problem usually, then I get in and see 3-4 guys wearing dark blue coats with DEA on the back,so I thought quick and ask my friend if he had those car parts(he was a mechanic) I had wanted and he said no,so I bolted w/o coppng. He was getting mail from SF witht nice tar/MDA & Dilaudid...was getting.
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why would your dealer even give a fuck about getting tar mailed to him all the way from cali if we are drownding in way better purity high quality powder dope in NJ? i see you live here from your profile so....wtf?
 
lacey k said:
why would your dealer even give a fuck about getting tar mailed to him all the way from cali if we are drownding in way better purity high quality powder dope in NJ? i see you live here from your profile so....wtf?
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This was in Michigan, I just moved to NJ last Dec. Also,this was 15 years ago.
 
got ya. I guess i just see shit different. if i lived in michigan, id go to detroit to cop some dope, not have some sketchy mail-order drug business all the way from california but thats just me.*shrugs*
 
lacey k said:
got ya. I guess i just see shit different. if i lived in michigan, id go to detroit to cop some dope, not have some sketchy mail-order drug business all the way from california but thats just me.*shrugs*
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Well,it was a steady supply,.so no need for Detroit til he was busted. He only did a couple months. Lived/copped in D for 10 years after that though. Dope not very good. Havent done shit here in NJ ...yet
 
nowdubnvr6 said:
Just outta fun she asked us to walk a straight line to see how hard we were tripping lol. I dont think any of us made it past 2 steps haha. All in all it was a great time.
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This reminds me of a story my buddy told me, or actually more an explanation a buddy gave me. So he got an underage, and i asked him how. Apparently he was out drinking, walking between bars, and saw some sort of conflict between a group of kids he knew, some rival fraction of bar hoppers, and the police--one of which he sort of knew from past episodes. So the police had restored order and were breathalyzing the participants. My buddy, foolish in general and now stupid drunk, crossed the street and started shooting the shit with the cop he knew and some of the kids (many of who are being placed under custody). When it was all over, my friend asked his buddy cop if he could see what he reads on the breathalyzer--you know, just for shits and giggles. Well he blows some really high number, the cop shows it to his other cop buddies, they all have a chuckle about it, and then one of 'em asks to see my buddy's ID. Kids fucking retarded.
 
Me and 2 friends(who are tripping) went driving,it was dark and out in the country and we see police lights up ahead off to the side of the hwy,so my friend just keeps driving,then all the sudden the whole bounces up and we hit our heads on the roof of the car,we hit a deer that had hit by another car and laying in the middle of the road,so my buddy's pull over and stop and decide to get out and talk to the cops and for me to stay in the back seat and hide the beer bottles. I dont how they talked to the cops tripping like that,but they came back and said they cop and another motorist were arguing over who got to keep the Deer. Fun night actually
 
Scarriest Things That's Happened to you High

Okay first off: I'm really really baked right now. Now that you know that this will hopefully make sense.

What's the scariest thing that's happened to you when you were high?

Mine just happened: So I'm dropping my coworker off after we'd smoked a few bowl and its fairly dark and late out. Well he lives way out in the country and I have no sense of direction at all. Once I drop him of he's too high to give coherent street names so I think I can do this. NOT. I get so lost . The maps in my car didn't even show this far. I end up calling my friend who's not near a computer so then I call my roommate in Davis.
She thankfully pulls up mapquest and after half an hour and guessing street names (I'm quite blind sometimes) she finally gets me home.
I was terrified about getting caught by my parents because I was already in a little trouble. So basically really high, really lost, really really scared.

PS I know how dumb driving like this is, and that I shouldn't have done this if I was in trouble. But just tell me your story.
 
My dad screaming "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" when he caught me in the act of smoking out of a ghetto. He was still furious that it was weed but all he saw was the foil and i smashed my lighter when i told me to get inside. He thought the silver powder that came out of the broken lighter was like PCP. I was high at that point too. I was so nervous someone would come out there (I was about 2 acres back from my house in woods, but i guess he must have seen me leave the house so sketchily). I looked left - nobody, looked right - nobody, looked left again - nobody, looked right again - fuzzy (high vision) of my dad SUDDENLY just ~30 feet from me.
 
Scariest thing that happened to me high was getting handcuffed and put in the back of a cop car while watching the cops search my car(my weed was under the front seat). Somehow they managed to not find my bag, but that experience was terrible while high as a kite.
 
^ lol qft, that has the be one of the scarriest things next to an overdose or bad deal :P

merging with the My Crazy Life thread!
(next time, as i see you're new, check around to make sure that there isnt a thread like the one you want to post already open. It was on the first page too!)
 
brian-amp said:
My names Brian-amp. I had no art, music classes after the 5th grade. How do ya' like that?
I am 8 months clean from an 11 year crack addiction. Started on Hilton Head Island in S.C,
Living where I am at today, you get respect from southerners. This world, with the format of the WWW and the medium/communication invites excitment. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH.

Did I mention my so called friends and fam. were dosing LSD/cannabis/writing me scripts.

I smoked all my monies from 97' to 08'.

I'm not involved in ANY industry. I'm so fuckin' angry. Doing jail bids where....where. Remember that first episode of "Prison Break'? OCDC staff/inmates called for me; because I (25yo m) didn't know about abberating, enmesting, enturbulating the mest body, decided to dress me up in a yellow slicker and sit me infront of the TV. I was very cold. I was also doing three sessions at 30 min. of lactic acid threshold training a day on a stationary bike. And 2 twenty min. sport specific stretching routines.

This post fits into the message BL tries to vocalize, harm reduction.

My transition from smoking rocks to others as of today is volitile: you gotta remember I'm a crackhead....OK? Now, its DXM and alcohol.

Also I was ostrocized from my community in the next county over for smoking
crack and making apperances with the wrong people or above said reasons. But.....FUCK.. I was reading "Baby Sitters Club" books in the third grade. Thats a high school reading level.

And as far as rolling one deep in others territory. "I explain to the other how to break my person down."

Oh yea, "have you ever had any money"? and "do you know what money is"?

I'M FUCKIN' TRYING TO EDUCATE AND CREATE THE BETTER/MORE SELF EXPRESSIVE CONSUMER!1
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Lolbabysittersclub.
 
When my buddies and i first started smoking back in high school, we would drive around and smoke when we didn't have anywhere else to do it; just going from place to place getting high, looking for a party--stupid. We'll some friday or saturday night we were rolling through our area, smoking a bowl, and we were using zippo because it was what we had. We'll the driver was passing the lit zippo and bowl to me in the back seat, and the zippo never made it into my possession; it fell, still lit, in between the console and the driver's seat. People started freaking out. It was way too fucking deep. I couldnt get my hand to the bottom. The driver was a tall, lanky monkey--meaning he was our only chance. He stuck his arm down in between, must of almost had it, started really concentrating on the task for a moment, and then we all got thrown against our seatbelts and the whole front of the car leapt up in the air and landed facing 45 degrees to the left. Luckily it was winter and we hit the snow bank on the side of the road, instead of driving into the woods, but it was pretty fucking scary. Damage to the bumper was negligible. Put the zippo out though.
 
I was homeless by choice for a week or so. I shot dope and smoked crack all day long. I made many "friends". I slept in a hallway in city housing and got sexed up constantly with consent. I got awesome discounts and free drugs being "homeless" and all. One day I woke up, and panhandled enough money ( its easy to make about $200-$300 a day panhandling a 10 hour shift) to hop a train. Then i went to detox. I am clean to this day, kind of. Best eva/
 
about two week ago I was in a barnes and nobles in downtown denver, in the restroom trying to fix up. I had the rig filled with water and had just opened up my bag of dope and had everything laid out when out of no where a man in blue is looking into the stall saying "I know what your doing get the fuck out of the stall. needless to say first thing I do is swallow all my dope open bag or not. He questions me about throwing away needles and shit acting all tough thankfully he just let me leave. Well I got the hell out of there went up a few blocks went in a different bathroom puked up my dope (that sucked) and finished. It ruined my high to say the least
 
hydroazuanacaine said:
This reminds me of a story my buddy told me, or actually more an explanation a buddy gave me. So he got an underage, and i asked him how. Apparently he was out drinking, walking between bars, and saw some sort of conflict between a group of kids he knew, some rival fraction of bar hoppers, and the police--one of which he sort of knew from past episodes. So the police had restored order and were breathalyzing the participants. My buddy, foolish in general and now stupid drunk, crossed the street and started shooting the shit with the cop he knew and some of the kids (many of who are being placed under custody). When it was all over, my friend asked his buddy cop if he could see what he reads on the breathalyzer--you know, just for shits and giggles. Well he blows some really high number, the cop shows it to his other cop buddies, they all have a chuckle about it, and then one of 'em asks to see my buddy's ID. Kids fucking retarded.
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HAHHAAHHAHAAHAHAHAH what an idiot
 
Aight well i swear to god i've wrote this story somewheres on this board but i don't post all that often so even if I have it's probably been a while.

So we're goin to this concert, right? We're gonna leave in like 20 mins. About 2 hours ago I dropped some acid, and I just shot some dope. Other people im goin with are just gettin stoned out they fuckin heads for the show, so we start to fire up some nugs. We're smokin on the way to the show, and my friend that's driving is just blazed.

You know how there's like the average driver, the good driver, the bad driver, and the crazy driver? Well, until he had been drivin around the city for a couple years he SUCKED at driving, and never knew where the fuck to park, was always hesitant and like "wait can i go here, shit man where should i park?"

So, he's havin one of those times, drivin around a couple different blocks lookin for a spot or a parking garage or something. As much as i wanna flip out and be like "YO DUDE JUST FUCKIN PARK YOUR GODDAMN WHIP AND LETS WALK" I just hit the bowl and remain calm.

We find a parking garage and take our ticket. This parking garage didn't seem any better than any other one i've ever been in, nothing out of the ordinary. We drive up a ramp, park, and step out of the car towards the elevator. Mmm, pretty buttons. Please, giant box of metal, could you take me to the street level? Going down....

Alright situation check. I'm well into my first acid trip and chillin straight on a solid shot of dope, and im high as fuck. The three people standing around me have smoked a shitload of weed, so they're all high as fuck too. I'm way mores fucked up than them but i figure as long as i follow them i'll make it. A soft ding and subtle jolt signal that the elevator has reached the ground level, and I am torn from my pondering of just how twisted i am at this moment.

The doors open and I am face to face with people dressed in formal dining wear. Men wearing nice looking suits/tuxeudos, women in all kinds of dresses with jewelery and shit. I look at the man and woman closest to me as if they are aliens, and realize that they are looking at me in the exact same way. After nobody in either group moves for about 3 hours (i guess about 5-10 seconds in sober time) I step outside of the elevator and my friends follow.

I avert my gaze away from the aliens and look back to the elevator. At this point i'm convinced I stepped through a portal or someshit. Looking ahead I can see a sea of people all eating fine meals. Walking at a moderate pace but with intent and a slight wobble I head towards what i hope is an exit. Every face in the room is staring at me and my 3 friends as we make our way out. A man carrying beverages stops his travels and stares as well. Seeing a door, I stifle maniacal laughter and walk a little faster. Finally exiting, I look back inside through the glass and see people still staring. I'm not stifling the laughter anymore.

"Look i know im really fucked up on drugs right now but I didn't just imagine that did I? And it wasn't just the acid and weed making me paranoid; they were really all lookin at us, right?!"
"Yeah man that was fucked"

My friends stand at the edge of the street waiting for traffic, but I just kept walking. Still reeling from the aliens, my thoughts were clouded and I wasn't thinking much except to dodge. I get across the street and realize my friends don't have the same views towards traffic as I do. "what the fuck took you guys so long?" They give me a "what the fuck?!" look and i shrug it off. Walking up to the door I see people and people and people.

"Hey man, i think there's a line." says one of my friends.
"For what? I already have a ticket."
"To get in?"
"What? Fuck that shit."

I could kind of see a line of people, but nothing really looked straight at this point. I walked up to the door, stepping in front of a few people. Maybe they gave me dirty looks. Maybe it was the acid. I don't really know.

"I'm next"
"Enjoy the show"

I don't remember if my friends got in after me. I lost them after that.
 
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