ykm420
Bluelighter
Well, as some of you may know from my last trip report, I'm sober now, but, I remember this night quite vividly which turned into a 2 day bender, so here we go-
It all started innocently enough, me and my friend Joseph snagged 3 2mg bars each from our friend, and while driving over to our friends house, we decide to stop at the store close by his house to get a 40 each to wash the bars down with.
Lone behold, when we pull in, our friend/dealer was up there doing his thing, we talked for about 5 min and he asked what we we're doing tonight, we tell him we we're just going to get buck at our friend Brandons house, and he asked to join. Sure! Head on over. Well, as soon as he gets there (10 min later) Me and Joe had polished off our 40's, and ol boy breaks out the full monte of what he had; 2 hits of LSD;Half gram of shards;3.5g MDMA;And of course more xanax and a few Lorcets.
Well, me and Joseph promptly buy the L, one hit each, child's play, let it dissolve on our tongues, then our guy say's it's time. We bust out all the Crystal, and put it into 5 lines, since there were 5 of us, snert it right up. At this point I'm coming up on the L, and then hit with the sensation / rush of the little meth we shared. Maybe 15 minutes passes and we now have an 8 ball of some high grade MDMA on a plate.. Doing line after line after line..
Maybe 45 minutes into snorting, everyone has there shirts off in the garage, 2 playing video games, me pacing, chainsmoking, realizing how good my skin felt, and talking to my boy Joseph. Well, the guy who's house we were at was much more sensitive to drugs than us, which was my bad I suppose, because I was cutting everyone's lines the exact same amount.. He starts to freakout for a bit, so I open the tailgate to my truck and tell him to lay down. He was saying he couldn't feel his hands and was saying he was doing to die, take me to the hospital.
As he was laying down I had him hold my hand, as I checked his heart rate, nothing irregular, just his gurning like crazy.. I sat with him for 45 minutes, letting him know I was right at his side and everything was going to be fine. I don't think he had ever even remotely thizzed so hard so I stuck by him, telling him he was okay because he was holding my hand, I wasn't forcing it, and that his heart rate was not too high, after that long period he finally got up and thanked me for talking him through it, I gave em a hug and told him if he would have been in any danger I would have called an ambo, but it was just a freakout, crysis averted.
I recall it being 3A.M. and I'm chopping up more MDMA right by the garage door's door, and his mom came out. I really have no idea what she thought walking out there to 5 dudes with no shirt on, but as soon as that door began to open, I started walking off with the plate in front of me, as to not draw any attention as to how fucked we all were. At about 8A.M. I took my friend to work (Joseph), and went back to the crash party, where we watched workaholics for a couple hours. Comedown wasn't bad at all, actually felt kind of nice, I popped 6mg Alprazolam and 70mg Hydrocodone anyways. So, at around 11 Me and my dude left since his phone was ringing like crazy. Drove around Houston doing totally legal things for a few hours, then decided to get some Lorcets, got 40, we start poppin', and were taking dumb amounts of xanax throughout that day. Maybe 30mg each.. It was excessive. Well, our friend Joseph gets off at 7pm, where we picked him up, and snagged 20 30mg Roxi's. Now, I literally paid for none of this, aside the xanax at the start of the story. I ended up eating 25 Lorcets, and snorted/ate 8 blues, with a few more bars. Him, who doesn't do opiates often ate 15, and 12 roxi's.
Night fall has came to, we decide to go back to our friends house we were originally at, where a small to moderate party ended up happening. My friend I was riding around with all day was smashed, handed me 3 XO's, which I kindly declined, even though he had eaten 8 already, I crushed two up for him, which he blew in a line and laid back.. Now at this point I was completely exhausted, and ready to go the fuck home. Now, I do not smoke weed since it gives me anxiety, and neither does my dude, so as I'm leaving I get called a pussy for not hitting the bowl.. Fuck that, I turn around, get ripped as fuck with them and dip.
I call my dude the next day, he apparently passed out in my boys bed, slept till 5PM, and woke up not knowing where in the fuck he was. We reminiscence about our adventure two days later.
NOTE: This was extremely dangerous, but I was 21 and didn't give two shit's about doing the things I did, although I was very smart in someways, others we not so intelligent.
This is just one archive in my life, might post more, who knows. Peace and love to all
!
It all started innocently enough, me and my friend Joseph snagged 3 2mg bars each from our friend, and while driving over to our friends house, we decide to stop at the store close by his house to get a 40 each to wash the bars down with.
Lone behold, when we pull in, our friend/dealer was up there doing his thing, we talked for about 5 min and he asked what we we're doing tonight, we tell him we we're just going to get buck at our friend Brandons house, and he asked to join. Sure! Head on over. Well, as soon as he gets there (10 min later) Me and Joe had polished off our 40's, and ol boy breaks out the full monte of what he had; 2 hits of LSD;Half gram of shards;3.5g MDMA;And of course more xanax and a few Lorcets.
Well, me and Joseph promptly buy the L, one hit each, child's play, let it dissolve on our tongues, then our guy say's it's time. We bust out all the Crystal, and put it into 5 lines, since there were 5 of us, snert it right up. At this point I'm coming up on the L, and then hit with the sensation / rush of the little meth we shared. Maybe 15 minutes passes and we now have an 8 ball of some high grade MDMA on a plate.. Doing line after line after line..
Maybe 45 minutes into snorting, everyone has there shirts off in the garage, 2 playing video games, me pacing, chainsmoking, realizing how good my skin felt, and talking to my boy Joseph. Well, the guy who's house we were at was much more sensitive to drugs than us, which was my bad I suppose, because I was cutting everyone's lines the exact same amount.. He starts to freakout for a bit, so I open the tailgate to my truck and tell him to lay down. He was saying he couldn't feel his hands and was saying he was doing to die, take me to the hospital.
As he was laying down I had him hold my hand, as I checked his heart rate, nothing irregular, just his gurning like crazy.. I sat with him for 45 minutes, letting him know I was right at his side and everything was going to be fine. I don't think he had ever even remotely thizzed so hard so I stuck by him, telling him he was okay because he was holding my hand, I wasn't forcing it, and that his heart rate was not too high, after that long period he finally got up and thanked me for talking him through it, I gave em a hug and told him if he would have been in any danger I would have called an ambo, but it was just a freakout, crysis averted.
I recall it being 3A.M. and I'm chopping up more MDMA right by the garage door's door, and his mom came out. I really have no idea what she thought walking out there to 5 dudes with no shirt on, but as soon as that door began to open, I started walking off with the plate in front of me, as to not draw any attention as to how fucked we all were. At about 8A.M. I took my friend to work (Joseph), and went back to the crash party, where we watched workaholics for a couple hours. Comedown wasn't bad at all, actually felt kind of nice, I popped 6mg Alprazolam and 70mg Hydrocodone anyways. So, at around 11 Me and my dude left since his phone was ringing like crazy. Drove around Houston doing totally legal things for a few hours, then decided to get some Lorcets, got 40, we start poppin', and were taking dumb amounts of xanax throughout that day. Maybe 30mg each.. It was excessive. Well, our friend Joseph gets off at 7pm, where we picked him up, and snagged 20 30mg Roxi's. Now, I literally paid for none of this, aside the xanax at the start of the story. I ended up eating 25 Lorcets, and snorted/ate 8 blues, with a few more bars. Him, who doesn't do opiates often ate 15, and 12 roxi's.
Night fall has came to, we decide to go back to our friends house we were originally at, where a small to moderate party ended up happening. My friend I was riding around with all day was smashed, handed me 3 XO's, which I kindly declined, even though he had eaten 8 already, I crushed two up for him, which he blew in a line and laid back.. Now at this point I was completely exhausted, and ready to go the fuck home. Now, I do not smoke weed since it gives me anxiety, and neither does my dude, so as I'm leaving I get called a pussy for not hitting the bowl.. Fuck that, I turn around, get ripped as fuck with them and dip.
I call my dude the next day, he apparently passed out in my boys bed, slept till 5PM, and woke up not knowing where in the fuck he was. We reminiscence about our adventure two days later.
NOTE: This was extremely dangerous, but I was 21 and didn't give two shit's about doing the things I did, although I was very smart in someways, others we not so intelligent.
This is just one archive in my life, might post more, who knows. Peace and love to all
!
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