Not so Inspiring DXM Trip
I was never a big drinker in high school, so when my friend, Steve, invited me to a huge party I wasn't sure what to do, so I went to the store and bought two bottles of Robotussin Maximum Strength. I had tried DXM on my own about a month before, and it really was one of the strangest experiences of my life. On the way to the party, my friend drank a few beers and i chugged both bottles of the cough syrup, he though I was crazy for doing it, but he said he would help me out if I got into trouble. As we were getting to the party I got a horrible case of the itchies all over my head, and spent about 10 minutes scratching furiously as people walked by the car and stared. I finally made it into the party, it was pretty good, I was just starting to feel the effects of the DXM and I mingled for a bit. I remember watching some kid try to tap the keg and the beer flew up like Old Faithful, it was all in slow motion, I laughed at the reaction on his face and moved on. I ended up smoking a blunt in a dried out pool, and was startled by a large commotion. "THE COPS ARE HERE, EVERYONE OUT THE BACK GATE!" Daniel, who owns the house, started to push everyone out the gate, and I got swept in the crowd. I went up to him and told him I couldn't Steve, and I was really fucked up on some drugs. He told me I could crash there, just to not answer the door, and to keep it quiet. I went back inside, the walk across the back yard felt like it took an hour. When I got in, I found my friend Nick passed out on the couch. I woke him up, slurring my words and not able to move right and he assumed I was drunk too. We spent some time trying to get a tiny TV plugged in, but for some reason we couldn't get it to work. I was pacing around the room, and I decided to call Steve to see where he was. He answered, said that he thought I got lost and said he would be over in a while to pick me up. I paced around some more, called him to check on his location, it had been like an hour. "I'm on my way, just give me a little time." I fiddled around the room, and went back to the phone and called Steve again, he was getting really mad for some reason. I should be the mad one, I have been sitting here for 3 hours. After several more phone calls, he finally arrives. "Don't go out the front door though, there is a cop outside with a puking kid, I'm at the end of the alley, go out the back and walk down to me." So I head out back, taking steps that felt awkwardly long, almost falling several times, and head out the gate. There is a car in the driveway, I assume it is Steve so I walk to the other side and try to open the door. It's locked. I was confused, but my eyes were getting adjusted to the dark, and I saw something on the side of the car, it was a police logo, after a brief moment of panic, I realize there isn't anyone in the car and head down the alley. As I'm walking down the alley, doing my awkward DXM steps, every driveway I pass has motion detector lights. Flash from the left, flash from the right, flash from the left, after each one I prayed to all that is holy that the cop hadn't walked back to his car. I made it to Steve's car and he promptly smacked me. I asked him what it was for and he said, "Dude, you called me about 30 times in 45 minutes, I had to drop Daniel off at his girlfriends, I got here as quick as I could." I looked at the clock in his car and realized it had only been an hour since the party was broken up. He dropped me off at home, and I stumbled in and layed in my bed until I could pass out.
Sorry, as i re-read this story I realized it drags on and has no real point, but I guess that was what it felt like to be in my shoes that night.
I was never a big drinker in high school, so when my friend, Steve, invited me to a huge party I wasn't sure what to do, so I went to the store and bought two bottles of Robotussin Maximum Strength. I had tried DXM on my own about a month before, and it really was one of the strangest experiences of my life. On the way to the party, my friend drank a few beers and i chugged both bottles of the cough syrup, he though I was crazy for doing it, but he said he would help me out if I got into trouble. As we were getting to the party I got a horrible case of the itchies all over my head, and spent about 10 minutes scratching furiously as people walked by the car and stared. I finally made it into the party, it was pretty good, I was just starting to feel the effects of the DXM and I mingled for a bit. I remember watching some kid try to tap the keg and the beer flew up like Old Faithful, it was all in slow motion, I laughed at the reaction on his face and moved on. I ended up smoking a blunt in a dried out pool, and was startled by a large commotion. "THE COPS ARE HERE, EVERYONE OUT THE BACK GATE!" Daniel, who owns the house, started to push everyone out the gate, and I got swept in the crowd. I went up to him and told him I couldn't Steve, and I was really fucked up on some drugs. He told me I could crash there, just to not answer the door, and to keep it quiet. I went back inside, the walk across the back yard felt like it took an hour. When I got in, I found my friend Nick passed out on the couch. I woke him up, slurring my words and not able to move right and he assumed I was drunk too. We spent some time trying to get a tiny TV plugged in, but for some reason we couldn't get it to work. I was pacing around the room, and I decided to call Steve to see where he was. He answered, said that he thought I got lost and said he would be over in a while to pick me up. I paced around some more, called him to check on his location, it had been like an hour. "I'm on my way, just give me a little time." I fiddled around the room, and went back to the phone and called Steve again, he was getting really mad for some reason. I should be the mad one, I have been sitting here for 3 hours. After several more phone calls, he finally arrives. "Don't go out the front door though, there is a cop outside with a puking kid, I'm at the end of the alley, go out the back and walk down to me." So I head out back, taking steps that felt awkwardly long, almost falling several times, and head out the gate. There is a car in the driveway, I assume it is Steve so I walk to the other side and try to open the door. It's locked. I was confused, but my eyes were getting adjusted to the dark, and I saw something on the side of the car, it was a police logo, after a brief moment of panic, I realize there isn't anyone in the car and head down the alley. As I'm walking down the alley, doing my awkward DXM steps, every driveway I pass has motion detector lights. Flash from the left, flash from the right, flash from the left, after each one I prayed to all that is holy that the cop hadn't walked back to his car. I made it to Steve's car and he promptly smacked me. I asked him what it was for and he said, "Dude, you called me about 30 times in 45 minutes, I had to drop Daniel off at his girlfriends, I got here as quick as I could." I looked at the clock in his car and realized it had only been an hour since the party was broken up. He dropped me off at home, and I stumbled in and layed in my bed until I could pass out.
Sorry, as i re-read this story I realized it drags on and has no real point, but I guess that was what it felt like to be in my shoes that night.
