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I’ve mixed benzos with alcohol plenty of times and never had bad results. I’ve been taking various benzos and other prescription pills for a while but never on a daily basis, which keeps my tolerance down. The day of this experience I had ingested over 8 bars of klonapin around 4 p.m. This is A LOT for me, actually I think it was the most I had taken ever up to that point. I was still feeling very faded from them around 5 p.m. slurred speech and slowed movement. Since it was St Pattys I figured it would be a good idea to get wasted even though I already was.
So there I was hanging out with my buddy Justin in his basement just fucking around, listening to music, it was probably 5:30 – 6:00 p.m. when I asked him if he had any alcohol I could drink, since his mother wasn’t home. He told me his mom had some cheap vodka in the refrigerator. I hate the cheap shit, usually won’t drink it but in my state of mind I poured myself a tall glass half vodka and orange juice, a screw driver. I drank this quickly and felt I needed another, so I poured myself another screw driver. After this I became pretty sloppily drunk. I hit up my buddy Dustin, because I always start drunken dialing random people on my contact list. I asked Dustin if he wanted to come over to Justin’s and smoke a bowl, and he showed up within minutes. I had about 1/8 of some high quality skunky, crystaly, green/orange haired buds, just the smelliest most dank shit. I started to pack a bowl but I was told I was just throwing big chunks and stems into the bowl so Justin ended up packing it for me. We went into his back yard which is secluded by a big surrounding fence and began to blaze. Somehow I ended up on Justin’s couch in the basement, I had no how. Apparently I blacked out outside after the bowl and was carried inside by Justin and Dustin.
All I remember is waking up, about an hour later to Justin’s mother angry as hell because she saw me passed out and knew I was wasted. She told me to get the hell out to which I replied “ffffine fffuck this shit I don’t wanna be here anyway.” This angered me a lot, I noticed Dustin was gone so I naturally I hit up my buddy Jim to see if he wanted to run to the cvs and pick up a liter of Jameson whisky, because I definitely wasn’t done drinking yet. Jim was down for getting trashed and came to pick me up. Jim’s my drinking buddy, we’ve had a lot of hilarious moments when alcohol is involved. Anyway I ended up in Jim’s car heading back to his house to drink some whisky. On the way back I remember seeing a gorgeous woman, who was in my grade, I was hollering at her to come back to my friends house and drink with us, and probably said some other inappropriate things, otherwise she probably wouldn’t have flicked me off. So we got back to Jim’s place and started taking straight shots, with no chaser, which usually would have bothered me but I was already trashed so it was cool. There we sat, I had about 5-6 shots so far, Jim probably had about 7-8. I asked him if he wanted to smoke a bowl out of his zong, which he gladly agreed to, despite his parents being right upstairs. Maybe it was the alcohol but I was not thinking because this bud will reek up the room from just being in the bag, smoking it will reek the entire house up! But I packed it up anyways, and took the first fatty rip, which had me coughing up a lung, I am a heavy smoker and have a bad smokers cough. By time the bowl was keyed and we had about another shot we hear his father start to walk down the stairs into the basement. We freaked and tried to hide all the paraphernalia and liquor but it was too late. He came down and saw the bong sitting out right on the table, a bottle of whisky on it’s side on the floor and 2 shot glasses right in front of us. He took one look at us and laughed, his dad is actually a pretty cool guy, he only told us to not smoke in the house and to keep it down.
After about an hour I decided it was getting lame there and decided we should go to this girl’s house and continue to drink there. I don’t even like this girl I have no idea why we went there but I was wasted and apparently didn’t give a shit about much of anything. So we got into Jim’s car and started driving, I called up Justin to see if he wanted to come along, which he did. This part of the night is fuzzy, we were sitting in this girl, Catherine’s apartment, and there was another girl there that I didn’t know. We had about 2/3 of the bottle left, which was for us, the girls had there own liquor. We sat there taking shots and smoking bong bowls, I kept asking for someone to pour me another shot even though there was one right in front of me. We ended up polishing off the entire bottle between the three of us. I got up for the first time since we got there and then I noticed just how trashed I was. I couldn’t stand up straight at all and couldn’t even walk I started to head to the bathroom to piss despite everyone telling me to just sit down. Justin had to guide me into the bathroom. I ended up knocking over this girl’s bong which broke the down stem, and got bong water all over the carpet. To break my fall I slammed my hand down on the laptop which was on the table next to me and knocked that on the floor as well. The girls started to scream and yell at me telling me to “get the fuck out!” “ffffine fffuck this place, let’s go!” I stormed out and slammed the door behind me, Justin and Jim followed. This girl happened to live on the second floor and there was large flight of stairs to the top. I took one step down the stairs and completely wiped out and tumbled all the way to the bottom. I was a drunken mess; I laid there at the bottom of the stairs just groaning. All I remember is looking up and seeing Jim cracking up maniacally, Justin was just looking down at me with an “oh my god” look on his face, and Catherine coming out to see what the noise was.
The next thing I know I’m laying in Jim’s bed and he’s passed out on the couch next me. My wrist is killing me and I wonder why. I look at the clock on my phone, its 4 a.m. I wake up Jim to see what the hell happened, at this point I’m a little more coherent, but still a little tipsy. I shake Jim who wakes up laughing, “Dude that was hilarious, you fell down a flight of stairs and I had to carry you back here, you were so gone”. We laughed about it for a little bit and smoked another bowl before I went home for the night. I had no control over myself at all that night, the girls told me I was being a complete asshole, and not just for breaking their shit. I apologized and paid them 10 dollars for a new slide, luckily the imac wasn’t broken. I told myself I wouldn’t get that fucked up ever again, and haven’t drank on benzos since.
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So there I was hanging out with my buddy Justin in his basement just fucking around, listening to music, it was probably 5:30 – 6:00 p.m. when I asked him if he had any alcohol I could drink, since his mother wasn’t home. He told me his mom had some cheap vodka in the refrigerator. I hate the cheap shit, usually won’t drink it but in my state of mind I poured myself a tall glass half vodka and orange juice, a screw driver. I drank this quickly and felt I needed another, so I poured myself another screw driver. After this I became pretty sloppily drunk. I hit up my buddy Dustin, because I always start drunken dialing random people on my contact list. I asked Dustin if he wanted to come over to Justin’s and smoke a bowl, and he showed up within minutes. I had about 1/8 of some high quality skunky, crystaly, green/orange haired buds, just the smelliest most dank shit. I started to pack a bowl but I was told I was just throwing big chunks and stems into the bowl so Justin ended up packing it for me. We went into his back yard which is secluded by a big surrounding fence and began to blaze. Somehow I ended up on Justin’s couch in the basement, I had no how. Apparently I blacked out outside after the bowl and was carried inside by Justin and Dustin.
All I remember is waking up, about an hour later to Justin’s mother angry as hell because she saw me passed out and knew I was wasted. She told me to get the hell out to which I replied “ffffine fffuck this shit I don’t wanna be here anyway.” This angered me a lot, I noticed Dustin was gone so I naturally I hit up my buddy Jim to see if he wanted to run to the cvs and pick up a liter of Jameson whisky, because I definitely wasn’t done drinking yet. Jim was down for getting trashed and came to pick me up. Jim’s my drinking buddy, we’ve had a lot of hilarious moments when alcohol is involved. Anyway I ended up in Jim’s car heading back to his house to drink some whisky. On the way back I remember seeing a gorgeous woman, who was in my grade, I was hollering at her to come back to my friends house and drink with us, and probably said some other inappropriate things, otherwise she probably wouldn’t have flicked me off. So we got back to Jim’s place and started taking straight shots, with no chaser, which usually would have bothered me but I was already trashed so it was cool. There we sat, I had about 5-6 shots so far, Jim probably had about 7-8. I asked him if he wanted to smoke a bowl out of his zong, which he gladly agreed to, despite his parents being right upstairs. Maybe it was the alcohol but I was not thinking because this bud will reek up the room from just being in the bag, smoking it will reek the entire house up! But I packed it up anyways, and took the first fatty rip, which had me coughing up a lung, I am a heavy smoker and have a bad smokers cough. By time the bowl was keyed and we had about another shot we hear his father start to walk down the stairs into the basement. We freaked and tried to hide all the paraphernalia and liquor but it was too late. He came down and saw the bong sitting out right on the table, a bottle of whisky on it’s side on the floor and 2 shot glasses right in front of us. He took one look at us and laughed, his dad is actually a pretty cool guy, he only told us to not smoke in the house and to keep it down.
After about an hour I decided it was getting lame there and decided we should go to this girl’s house and continue to drink there. I don’t even like this girl I have no idea why we went there but I was wasted and apparently didn’t give a shit about much of anything. So we got into Jim’s car and started driving, I called up Justin to see if he wanted to come along, which he did. This part of the night is fuzzy, we were sitting in this girl, Catherine’s apartment, and there was another girl there that I didn’t know. We had about 2/3 of the bottle left, which was for us, the girls had there own liquor. We sat there taking shots and smoking bong bowls, I kept asking for someone to pour me another shot even though there was one right in front of me. We ended up polishing off the entire bottle between the three of us. I got up for the first time since we got there and then I noticed just how trashed I was. I couldn’t stand up straight at all and couldn’t even walk I started to head to the bathroom to piss despite everyone telling me to just sit down. Justin had to guide me into the bathroom. I ended up knocking over this girl’s bong which broke the down stem, and got bong water all over the carpet. To break my fall I slammed my hand down on the laptop which was on the table next to me and knocked that on the floor as well. The girls started to scream and yell at me telling me to “get the fuck out!” “ffffine fffuck this place, let’s go!” I stormed out and slammed the door behind me, Justin and Jim followed. This girl happened to live on the second floor and there was large flight of stairs to the top. I took one step down the stairs and completely wiped out and tumbled all the way to the bottom. I was a drunken mess; I laid there at the bottom of the stairs just groaning. All I remember is looking up and seeing Jim cracking up maniacally, Justin was just looking down at me with an “oh my god” look on his face, and Catherine coming out to see what the noise was.
The next thing I know I’m laying in Jim’s bed and he’s passed out on the couch next me. My wrist is killing me and I wonder why. I look at the clock on my phone, its 4 a.m. I wake up Jim to see what the hell happened, at this point I’m a little more coherent, but still a little tipsy. I shake Jim who wakes up laughing, “Dude that was hilarious, you fell down a flight of stairs and I had to carry you back here, you were so gone”. We laughed about it for a little bit and smoked another bowl before I went home for the night. I had no control over myself at all that night, the girls told me I was being a complete asshole, and not just for breaking their shit. I apologized and paid them 10 dollars for a new slide, luckily the imac wasn’t broken. I told myself I wouldn’t get that fucked up ever again, and haven’t drank on benzos since.
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