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The Beatles - With A Little Help From My Friends
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The Beatles - With A Little Help From My Friends
I guess it would be doing lines on a golf cart in the cart barn when I worked at a course. I usually waited til most of the people were gone, but if anybody saw me behind the wall, by myself kneeling over on a golf cart it would be hard to find an excuse. I also have done lines in many bathrooms. Every time I do lines in my mom's house it's sketch because she's so damn observative
I've smoked weed behind a bush right on a main street. It is pretty well covered from the street in front by the big bush, and then there's a space between the bush and a cement wall. It's sketch because every now and then you get a couple people that pass by, but they're all college students, so if they notice I doubt they cared much. The funniest part about that spot was that more times than not there was shit on the ground, so I believe that bums used it as a bathroom. I also used to smoke on train tracks. It was a decent spot but just poor looking, and crackheads frequented the area.
Also, on my last day of outpatient rehab I brought a gram of coke, my straw and razor to group. even though it was my last day they still gave me a UA which I knew they would. So I went in a stall, pissed in the cup and then broke out a line and snorted it... that's one of the ballsiest moves I've ever made.
I dropped a hoffman blotter at the beginning of an NA meeting that I was leading one time. Everything was good except I got a bit of anxiety for like the last 5 minutes.
Last monday I was smoking heroin in my friends car at night, and we couldn't see what we were doing so we turned on the overhead light and started smoking. Shortly afterwards my friend noticed a cop car heading our way in his rear view mirror. He had the foil in his lap and a couple grams of H on him and I had 1.5g's so we're lucky he didn't notice anything worth stopping us for
I'll continue to add anything else interesting that pops into my head...
Snorting cocaine in my room when I was 16 and living with my parents, no lock on the door
haha oh yea, man since i got out of forced rehab my parents took off my door hands so now I have no door handle on my door.... just a gaping hole. I have to stick a sock in there when i want some privacy (they assume im beating off), so I have to shoot up real quick and it is very sketch, cause if they come in and there is nothing to stop them......my balls are being put in a salad shaker. 6 days till soph year of college thank god. living this summer at home has been.... ughhhh
I shot up in the Emergency Room bathroom with the nurse right outside there after my dad threw me in his car pretty much and drove me there because he thought I OD'd