monsterman
Greenlighter
Okay so I'll start off with a little background information.
I'm 18 years old, have a general anxiety disorder and depression and have been drinking pretty excessively for the last 2-3 years. I usually drink around 10 drinks either on friday or saturday night, sometimes both.
For the last month my weekends have gone from fuzzy recollections of events to a complete blur as I've been drinking pretty much from friday to monday.
Anyway the report. I wake up on friday morning to find that all my usual group are all doing lame shit or working all weekend, so i call up some guys from high school who while are good friends are pretty weak in their efforts when it comes to partying. We decide to hit up the local rsl (I live in sydney, Aus) and drink, shoot some pool etc.
I have a system I use when going to bars which consists of buying a small bottle of jim beam containing about 6 drinks which i take a shot of every time i change venues or do a piss, it saves me about $25 (I hide it in my inside pocket of my leather jacket)
So were drinking and my mates are all getting a bit messy etc so i decide to catch up and buy/drink 2 drinks at once and a bit later we decide to all buy 2-3 drinks on that round as the bar was closing, Now were getting somewhere. We leave the bar and my mate tries to start a fight with some massive guy and his friends, i get in between them and then this guy keeps trying to fight me/us, i decline and walk off, they outnumbered us and were big guys.
We go to a local club and by now I've had around 10 or so drinks. I'm a bit drunk but not where I want to be. We hit the club and proceed to smash drinks and dance ourselves stupid, great fun,lots of babes. By the time we left I had blown all my cash and wasn't content in my drunkeness despite having around 15 or so drinks, the last couple pretty quick.
I get into an argument with some women who claim that I'm a poser cos I'm wearing guns n roses shirt (they've been my favourite band for about 3 years, I'm a lead guitarist and slash is my idol) so a very funny argument ensues. I get home and the alcohol hits me, I try and get into bed but fall on the floor and just lied there for about 20 minutes before putting spinal tap on. I watched it until about 3.30 then crashed.
I wake up at about 10 with a slight hangover missing all my money. Play some guitar for a while but decide its too hot to do anything other than lounge around. I ate maybe a toasted sandwich and a smoothie pretty much all day cos hangovers make me not want to eat. My mates (who we'll call D and A) call me up and offers to buy my alcohol
if I come to an 18th about 2 hours away with them, I'm not gonna argue with that. About 5.00 I head up and buy a bottle of cheap wine and they both buy a 6pack of VB.
We head back to his house and drink and fuck around etc before our other friend comes to pick us up around 6ish. We go to the bottle shop and buy a bottle of jim beam for me and a case for D and A. Drive over to the party (about 80 people?) and arrive as it is just getting going. Pretty much most of my school year is there and they were pretty much all acting respectable, drinking responsibly whatever, which I thought was lame. I think I subconsciously decide at that point to do more than just drink through my hangover, I wanna get trashed because no one else seemed to be.
I plow through half the bottle of bourbon pretty fucking quick and while I've at this point drunk more than I did the previous night, I was drunk but keeping my shit together. Had a few smokes and then my friend D who had drunk his half of the case wants some bourbon, I tell him "sure but let me just have some more first", I tilt the bottle back and skull about 3-4 shots. I've now had roughly 18 drinks on a pretty empty stomach.
Party Time. The following events were pieced together the next day from my memory and my friends. I was falling down a lot and being very cheerful and hugging everyone. Me and D start wrestling and were having a ball. My wallet containing my ID and bank cards fall out about now and is still missing today. D later claims I punched him in the face.
People start to become painfully aware of my state and talk about what to do with me. I walk out the front with D and have a smoke, I decide to tip over a hanging pot plant and then regret it, fucking stupid move, I apologise to someone and head back inside.
The pants came down around here. I'm not entirely sure whether I was naked or still had boxers on but it didn't matter I was oblivious to it. I continued chatting and walking around until all of a sudden I realised I couldn't recognize anyone unless I really tried. The i vomited for about 20 mintues. No biggie.
I now felt even better! I was sat down next to a bunch of bricks, I decide to throw one into a nearby pond and someone freaked out and thought I threw it at them cos they were really close to where it landed. I think i was then kicked out a few times but i just kept walking back in.
Party gets shut down about 1.30 and i tumble out onto the street and into my mates car and pass out.
I wake up and were about halfway home and its 5.00am. Except everyone in the car was drunk and me and A had slept in the back whilst they decided to drive back. I protested but then fell asleep again and woke up at mcdonalds. I decide to get a water and realise I'm still very drunk and can barely walk. D then drives the rest of the way home
. I run into my room and its about 6.30, I put on a dvd and realise I can't understand why brendan fraser can fight the undead (the movie was the mummy).
Pass out at 8am and wake up at 11.00am to a worried phone call from a friend asking me to come around for a swim. I oblige, I believe im still drunk. Make a smoothie and leave at about 12.30. Go to my best mates place where i start feeling better although a bit off. My 2 best mates drink a case and his girlfriend had a few bottles of wine, thats more like it. I decide I can't handle another drink. Didn't eat anything substantial until I got home at 8.30 that night.
I'm up on the pc until about 2.00am feeling pretty strange, my vision is very weird and my mind is playing tricks on me. I made a sandwich, cut my finger open and call it a night.
I'm carrying my dogs bed into my room so he can sleep in there with me and all the lights are off, so I'm holding out his bed infront of me trying to feel my way. i get to the hallway entrance and i put his bed infront of me so i don't hit any walls but it keeps hitting something, i could see where the wall was so it wasn't wall, I do this for about 5 seconds before i see what appears to be a figure about my height directly infront of me.
I step back and i can see a silouhette of what looked like a person with long scraggly hair and bad posture, kind of like the girl from the movie The ring. I rush towards the light feeling panic rise within me and turn it on... nothing.
I go into my room and I'm shaking and panicking. I slept with all the lights on and my dog nearby.
I don't know whether it was a ghost or the sleep deprivation playing tricks on my mind. I've heard of people seeing weird shit when they're withdrawing from alcohol but that seems unlikely.
Hope you enjoyed my report. It turned out alot longer than I expected!
substancecode_alcohol
I'm 18 years old, have a general anxiety disorder and depression and have been drinking pretty excessively for the last 2-3 years. I usually drink around 10 drinks either on friday or saturday night, sometimes both.
For the last month my weekends have gone from fuzzy recollections of events to a complete blur as I've been drinking pretty much from friday to monday.
Anyway the report. I wake up on friday morning to find that all my usual group are all doing lame shit or working all weekend, so i call up some guys from high school who while are good friends are pretty weak in their efforts when it comes to partying. We decide to hit up the local rsl (I live in sydney, Aus) and drink, shoot some pool etc.
I have a system I use when going to bars which consists of buying a small bottle of jim beam containing about 6 drinks which i take a shot of every time i change venues or do a piss, it saves me about $25 (I hide it in my inside pocket of my leather jacket)
So were drinking and my mates are all getting a bit messy etc so i decide to catch up and buy/drink 2 drinks at once and a bit later we decide to all buy 2-3 drinks on that round as the bar was closing, Now were getting somewhere. We leave the bar and my mate tries to start a fight with some massive guy and his friends, i get in between them and then this guy keeps trying to fight me/us, i decline and walk off, they outnumbered us and were big guys.
We go to a local club and by now I've had around 10 or so drinks. I'm a bit drunk but not where I want to be. We hit the club and proceed to smash drinks and dance ourselves stupid, great fun,lots of babes. By the time we left I had blown all my cash and wasn't content in my drunkeness despite having around 15 or so drinks, the last couple pretty quick.
I get into an argument with some women who claim that I'm a poser cos I'm wearing guns n roses shirt (they've been my favourite band for about 3 years, I'm a lead guitarist and slash is my idol) so a very funny argument ensues. I get home and the alcohol hits me, I try and get into bed but fall on the floor and just lied there for about 20 minutes before putting spinal tap on. I watched it until about 3.30 then crashed.
I wake up at about 10 with a slight hangover missing all my money. Play some guitar for a while but decide its too hot to do anything other than lounge around. I ate maybe a toasted sandwich and a smoothie pretty much all day cos hangovers make me not want to eat. My mates (who we'll call D and A) call me up and offers to buy my alcohol
if I come to an 18th about 2 hours away with them, I'm not gonna argue with that. About 5.00 I head up and buy a bottle of cheap wine and they both buy a 6pack of VB. We head back to his house and drink and fuck around etc before our other friend comes to pick us up around 6ish. We go to the bottle shop and buy a bottle of jim beam for me and a case for D and A. Drive over to the party (about 80 people?) and arrive as it is just getting going. Pretty much most of my school year is there and they were pretty much all acting respectable, drinking responsibly whatever, which I thought was lame. I think I subconsciously decide at that point to do more than just drink through my hangover, I wanna get trashed because no one else seemed to be.
I plow through half the bottle of bourbon pretty fucking quick and while I've at this point drunk more than I did the previous night, I was drunk but keeping my shit together. Had a few smokes and then my friend D who had drunk his half of the case wants some bourbon, I tell him "sure but let me just have some more first", I tilt the bottle back and skull about 3-4 shots. I've now had roughly 18 drinks on a pretty empty stomach.
Party Time. The following events were pieced together the next day from my memory and my friends. I was falling down a lot and being very cheerful and hugging everyone. Me and D start wrestling and were having a ball. My wallet containing my ID and bank cards fall out about now and is still missing today. D later claims I punched him in the face.
People start to become painfully aware of my state and talk about what to do with me. I walk out the front with D and have a smoke, I decide to tip over a hanging pot plant and then regret it, fucking stupid move, I apologise to someone and head back inside.
The pants came down around here. I'm not entirely sure whether I was naked or still had boxers on but it didn't matter I was oblivious to it. I continued chatting and walking around until all of a sudden I realised I couldn't recognize anyone unless I really tried. The i vomited for about 20 mintues. No biggie.
I now felt even better! I was sat down next to a bunch of bricks, I decide to throw one into a nearby pond and someone freaked out and thought I threw it at them cos they were really close to where it landed. I think i was then kicked out a few times but i just kept walking back in.
Party gets shut down about 1.30 and i tumble out onto the street and into my mates car and pass out.
I wake up and were about halfway home and its 5.00am. Except everyone in the car was drunk and me and A had slept in the back whilst they decided to drive back. I protested but then fell asleep again and woke up at mcdonalds. I decide to get a water and realise I'm still very drunk and can barely walk. D then drives the rest of the way home
. I run into my room and its about 6.30, I put on a dvd and realise I can't understand why brendan fraser can fight the undead (the movie was the mummy).Pass out at 8am and wake up at 11.00am to a worried phone call from a friend asking me to come around for a swim. I oblige, I believe im still drunk. Make a smoothie and leave at about 12.30. Go to my best mates place where i start feeling better although a bit off. My 2 best mates drink a case and his girlfriend had a few bottles of wine, thats more like it. I decide I can't handle another drink. Didn't eat anything substantial until I got home at 8.30 that night.
I'm up on the pc until about 2.00am feeling pretty strange, my vision is very weird and my mind is playing tricks on me. I made a sandwich, cut my finger open and call it a night.
I'm carrying my dogs bed into my room so he can sleep in there with me and all the lights are off, so I'm holding out his bed infront of me trying to feel my way. i get to the hallway entrance and i put his bed infront of me so i don't hit any walls but it keeps hitting something, i could see where the wall was so it wasn't wall, I do this for about 5 seconds before i see what appears to be a figure about my height directly infront of me.
I step back and i can see a silouhette of what looked like a person with long scraggly hair and bad posture, kind of like the girl from the movie The ring. I rush towards the light feeling panic rise within me and turn it on... nothing.
I go into my room and I'm shaking and panicking. I slept with all the lights on and my dog nearby.
I don't know whether it was a ghost or the sleep deprivation playing tricks on my mind. I've heard of people seeing weird shit when they're withdrawing from alcohol but that seems unlikely.
Hope you enjoyed my report.
It turned out alot longer than I expected!substancecode_alcohol
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