IAmTheWalrus
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alright, so this was in the fall of '05 and i was al ready a little bit of a drunkard at this point in my life. the night before i used coke for the first time, but only like two bumps so i wanted to expand my experience.
dose: cocaine- ~1.1 gram, alcohol-the good lord only knows how many beers i had that evening
i started out at my house with my friend t. i did a few bumps, didnt feel too much. went over to my friend o's house where we just chilled and had a few beers. i kept going to the bathroom and doing more bc t had already declined my offer and i know o wouldnt want any coke, so i tried to keep it quiet.
however the drunker i got the harder it was to hide it, so i eventualy just told o. we watched interventions, how ironic a show about drug addiction. once i started to feel it, i laid down on the couch and my jaw was going crazy and i was breathing really deep bc...i dont know why. then i got restless and walked around the neighborhood, talking on my cell phone. it was cold, but i ignored it.
eventually, everyone fell asleep and i walked home to talk to my moms bf. i was pacing, talking so fast, i felt like i had all these supressed ideas everyone had to listen to if they ever had any hopes of becoming enlightened. i got bored, ran out of coke (or so i thought) and freaked out. all i wanted was to drink and snort more and more until forever. so i spent a lot of time hasslin my sleeping friend, "Where is it??!! i know there's more!!" she kept denying it (bc as i later remembered i asked her to hide it from me bc i knew it wuld make me very happy later)
at this point i got on the phone again. it was like 5 am. one of my friends decided she would rollerskate over and my guy would walk like an hour to come see me. so i stumbled my way to the road where i would meet them and at this point i thought it would be best to walk bent backward so that my upper body was literally almost parallel to the floor (i have chronic back problems but i certainly did suffer for this later). we hung out in my room, plotting ways to get more cocaine. we found about a line's worth and split it. after that we realized it was 7 am and we were broke, we woke my moms bf up and made him buy us a thirty pack of icehouse. he did and after like 2 beers i passed out. it was like noon at this point.
i spent the remainder of my day and almost all of the next in immense pain, sleeping or staring at the ceiling not being able to move. (ive always been one to get the worst hangoers, but i know yay doesnt help). when i could walk, i went straight to my dresser where i cut my shit and scraped and scaped all i could just to get a nummy or two. then for the next like two days i scraped it out of my carpet and actually got about a few bumps worth each day. (i was really drunk so this isnt a surprise)
it was fun, but not worth the repercussions. i had to miss a day of school and face many weeks of annoying cravings. i have since quit drinking and havent touched coke since a week after this night took place. i have done disgusting things for/under the influence of these. **use with caution and in moderation only if you have a stupendous amount of self control!!**
sorry so long, edit as/if needed
dose: cocaine- ~1.1 gram, alcohol-the good lord only knows how many beers i had that evening
i started out at my house with my friend t. i did a few bumps, didnt feel too much. went over to my friend o's house where we just chilled and had a few beers. i kept going to the bathroom and doing more bc t had already declined my offer and i know o wouldnt want any coke, so i tried to keep it quiet.
however the drunker i got the harder it was to hide it, so i eventualy just told o. we watched interventions, how ironic a show about drug addiction. once i started to feel it, i laid down on the couch and my jaw was going crazy and i was breathing really deep bc...i dont know why. then i got restless and walked around the neighborhood, talking on my cell phone. it was cold, but i ignored it.
eventually, everyone fell asleep and i walked home to talk to my moms bf. i was pacing, talking so fast, i felt like i had all these supressed ideas everyone had to listen to if they ever had any hopes of becoming enlightened. i got bored, ran out of coke (or so i thought) and freaked out. all i wanted was to drink and snort more and more until forever. so i spent a lot of time hasslin my sleeping friend, "Where is it??!! i know there's more!!" she kept denying it (bc as i later remembered i asked her to hide it from me bc i knew it wuld make me very happy later)
at this point i got on the phone again. it was like 5 am. one of my friends decided she would rollerskate over and my guy would walk like an hour to come see me. so i stumbled my way to the road where i would meet them and at this point i thought it would be best to walk bent backward so that my upper body was literally almost parallel to the floor (i have chronic back problems but i certainly did suffer for this later). we hung out in my room, plotting ways to get more cocaine. we found about a line's worth and split it. after that we realized it was 7 am and we were broke, we woke my moms bf up and made him buy us a thirty pack of icehouse. he did and after like 2 beers i passed out. it was like noon at this point.
i spent the remainder of my day and almost all of the next in immense pain, sleeping or staring at the ceiling not being able to move. (ive always been one to get the worst hangoers, but i know yay doesnt help). when i could walk, i went straight to my dresser where i cut my shit and scraped and scaped all i could just to get a nummy or two. then for the next like two days i scraped it out of my carpet and actually got about a few bumps worth each day. (i was really drunk so this isnt a surprise)
it was fun, but not worth the repercussions. i had to miss a day of school and face many weeks of annoying cravings. i have since quit drinking and havent touched coke since a week after this night took place. i have done disgusting things for/under the influence of these. **use with caution and in moderation only if you have a stupendous amount of self control!!**
sorry so long, edit as/if needed
then we finished the 40, then finished the gram of kush, and did another two fatty rails each and did it all over again. Once again i was FUCKED up outta my mind. it was one of the best intoxications i've had.