Nauzeenate
Bluelighter
9 Xanax,Buds,bottle of Robo - 1st Time Combo - I was definitely not in my right mind
--this is a little long,and has alot one letter friends,but it's pretty interesting--
Alright,well this night is hard to actually remember fully,but it is helped out by details provided from a few people who were there with me...But I'll do my best...
It started outside my buddy S's house,innocently enough on a calm and mostly sunny day...He was sitting on his hill with another friend of mine,Q...I had two passengers with me,R who I had just picked up from AfterCare,and J, who had decided to ride along...We shoot the shit for awhile,then J devices a brilliant plan to steal an assload of pills from his mom...This idea intrigued me since I had recently got into poppin pills,and the promise of Xanax and Darvaset got my immediate attention...I had tooken 9 Darvaset a month or so before and loooooved it,but hadn't got to touch any of it since...Well as luck would serve me,I didn't get any Darvaset,but J never being one to let anyone down(he made SURE he got the Darvaset),hooked me up with 5 Xanax...He took the last 4 Darvs,and S took 6 Xans...
In the meantime,R takes off to go find some alcohol(poor guy has been thrown into rehab facilities for the last year because of his insane Jehovah's Witness mother),because he couldn't stand to see all those pills going down and him not being involved...We on the other hand, somehow obtained a bag(a fat one too,that I guess just feel into our hands),and proceeded to smoke a few glass bowls in "the crevace"(which is the side of a garage that somehow is completely out of sight from the road or any other houses),and waited for the pills to kick in...
As this is happening,J disappears strangely,and shows back up with even more pills...4 more Xanax for me,and 3 more for S...I figured since I handled 9 Darvs fine,9 Xanax would be easy...How little I knew...
Darkness falls over us,and R shows back up,staggering drunkenly over the hill that comprised the sitting area of The Crevace,brandishing two forties in each hand...He felt generous I guess,and started handing them to people...I was thinking that it wouldn't be a good idea to add alcohol into the frenzied mix of chemicals in my body already,but since it hadn't kicked in that much,I decided to chug about half a fortie,to keep myself warm...Needless to say,that FUCKED ME UP...After that,everything was downhill...I felt the Xanax coming on extremely hard,and I knew that my night was about to become alot more interesting...
What I really remember is how fast it became dark...Darkness just seemed to SWOOSH over us out of nowhere,and when that happened,everything was sheened with a after-rain typed of glow...I could have sworn that it must have rained,but all reports from friends point to no...When I finally stood up,after too many bowls too count,I felt like I was plastered...Half a fortie would never have had such an effect on me,so I was shocked by shoddy ability to walk,and my repetitive uninteresting mumbling about topics I didn't even care about...But it all seemed so appeasing...The warm feeling everywhere in my body,and the undeniable "floatiness" my head possessed...It all seemed like the most intense dream I've ever had...I kept having to convince myself that I was really there,throughout the night...
This got even worse when I attempted to drive...Everyone asked me,after seeing how visibly fucked I was now,if I was cool to drive,and I vehemently stuttered Yes about 50 times as I walked toward my car...Two other friends made sure to go in another car to the Pool Hall,to assure that S and I made it fine...Why the two most fucked up people drove in the same car I don't know,everyone else was too stoned to actually think about that,but somewhere along the line,we lost them...The usual 5 minute drive into the closest "big" town Pekin,was extensified times 10...It felt like some kind of roadie,because I couldn't remember where I was going...I was just driving,unconsciously going the route anyway,but feeling like I was lost...My friend told me the next day,that I was driving horribly,but I don't think he exactly was in his right mind either...We argued about the fact supposedly,all the way up to seconds before my car dies,a half a mile away from our destination,out of gas...
This totally confused us...We sat there for about a minute in silence as I tried to grasp the concept of my car not being able to drive...It didn't make sense...Finally I remembered that I had been low on gas,and that must have been to blame...We figured fuck it,and left the car for the Pool Hall for a huge round of air hockey...The walk seemed extremely long,but really wasn't when looked back now,and the results when we got there were even more disappointing...Nobody was there...5 people were supposed to meet us there,and there was not a one in sight...This perplexed us for a second,then we forgot about it and went inside...We got a ton of change,played one game(where I was beaten 7 to 1 by S),and left in a hurry,because we thought everyone was looking at us weird(I sort of remembering yelling extremely loud and getting pissed when I couldn't score a damn point)...So there we were,stranded in Pekin,with about 8 dollars worth of change in our pockets,and no idea why we were there...
By the time we got it together,the Pool Hall was closing,and we flagged down two drunken college kids to get us some gas...They were cool as hell,and were laughing their asses off when we told them how out of our heads we were...They dropped us off at my car,that I lost for about 5 minutes,and we put gas in the car...S and I have a horrible time getting the gas in the tank,with everything garnishing some kind of strange glare,obstructing our view...When we finished that task,it was time to leave...Or so we thought...
The car wouldn't turn...I tried for about 2 minutes to no avail and once again,said fuck it...We got out of the car,and prepared to walk a few blocks to our buddy A's house...We had no idea what time it was,but thought it was still early...Turns out that it was about 12:30...So trepidaciously,I snuck around A's house(those damn security lights about scared the shit right out of me),and knocked on his window...He showed up at the back door a few minutes later with a Doc Otis in his hand,and I went in,forgetting that S was outside,waiting for me to get A...I for some reason he told me,ordered him to stay outside for no apparent reason...He was nobody to bitch though,he agreed...I completely forgot about him,and went inside to get stoned with A...He informed us he couldn't give us a ride home,because he had chose to drink that night,but he could offer me an extensive ammount of hitters to repair that loss...I took them graciously and left a half an hour later,stoned once again,and now feeling like I was somehow fryin balls...My trip had completely changed...
So I found S,sitting down with his arms across his knees,and his head down,in front of a large tree in front of A's house...He apparently fell asleep,and forgot totally where he was...I attempted to catch him up on the situation,but he didn't really start remembering until we started walking to our other friend C's house,for our only other possible chance for a ride...This was by far,the strangest part of the whole night...I was soooooo confused as to where we were,even though I knew the area well...It was just hard to understand that fact,when everything is glistening,and shadows keep passing you by and popping up in the distance to no existence when you get to the spot where you thought they were...About a million times I asked S if we were going the right way,and he was assured it was the right direction..At every stopsign,I checked the street signs to see where we were...It just didn't seem possible we were in Pekin Illinois,at 1:30 at night,walking down a busy road,that is strangely deserted,and nothing seems the same...I got over it though when we finally arrived at our destination...
We didn't even get a chance to see if C was even around,because around a corner like a madman came the final intervening friend for the night,N...He seen us and wondered what the hell we were doing walking at what was now 2:25 in the am...I told him the ordeal,and since he lives in the nearby town we do,he obliged to give us a lift...Thing was that he had an S10,so only one person could fit up front...N pointed at the back of the truck and instructed me,who wasn't grasping the concept,to get in the back...I couldn't figure it out because he had a Tanoe cover,which covered all of the back of his truck,and made it look like just some solid hunk of black attached to the truck,obviously unenterable for the normal human...He pulled the tailgate down,and nearly shoved me inside,and I was sent into a coffin of black...It's a really strange thing to do,kinda like riding in a huge trunk,especially when really fucked up in the head...It was a trip no doubt...
By around 2:45 we arrive back at S's house,to a very confusing sight...There were about 10 or so people all crowded in the Crevace,smokin out...It didn't make sense,since S had been gone for about 3 or so hours...We wandered back there and encountered the pack,and quickly forgot that we had been gone...We sat back and smoked a few bowls,as the pills started to wear off...I leave at 3,still feelin the Xanax,but the weed more,and retire back to my house...
At this point things get very very blurry...There was nobody there to cooberate it but me,so the only thing I really remember was getting something to eat,and passing by a bottle of Robitussin(full)that'd I'd been eyeing for awhile...I've taken 650 milligrams of straight DXM,and had never Roboed before,so in obviously still gone away state,I grabbed a Dr Thunder(generic Dr Pepper from Sams)and downed the bottle in three big gulps...I tossed the bottle in the garbage,right on top(first mistake),and then proceeded to do god knows what...My second mistake came sometime when I decided to change into a pair of shorts only,turn the air conditioner up all the way,and fall asleep on the floor in the fetal position with no pillows or blankets...Yikes...
I wake up the next morning,actually feeling really good,to my R and Q strolling through the door holding a note in their hands going "WHAT DID YOU DO! WHAT DID YOU DO!"...I snapped myself out of my sleep trance and mumble a quiet "what?"...They showed me the note,which was from my mom and basically said to my sister to try and wake me up in the morning because she thought I drank a bottle of cough syrup,and was talking weird in the morning and didnt want to wake up...Well I'm always out of it and inaudible in the morning,but still this freaked me out...Q and R offered me a few hitters,and I suddenly felt the worry float away...I'd figure something out...
It all worked out well in the end though...I told my mom all the walking gave me a cold(which it sort of did),and I was pouring a teaspoon of the Tussin,my cat knocked the bottle off the table...She bought it and I still live today...Since then I've made sure to take my pillin' at a lower dose,and keep a few bucks in the tank no matter what...
If you stuck it out all the way,Thanks for reading...they'll be more to come...
[Changed title from "9 Xanax, Buds, and a bottle of Robitussin----I was definitely not in my right mind---" to fit forum guidelines -Splatt]
[ 26 September 2002: Message edited by: Splatt ]
--this is a little long,and has alot one letter friends,but it's pretty interesting--
Alright,well this night is hard to actually remember fully,but it is helped out by details provided from a few people who were there with me...But I'll do my best...
It started outside my buddy S's house,innocently enough on a calm and mostly sunny day...He was sitting on his hill with another friend of mine,Q...I had two passengers with me,R who I had just picked up from AfterCare,and J, who had decided to ride along...We shoot the shit for awhile,then J devices a brilliant plan to steal an assload of pills from his mom...This idea intrigued me since I had recently got into poppin pills,and the promise of Xanax and Darvaset got my immediate attention...I had tooken 9 Darvaset a month or so before and loooooved it,but hadn't got to touch any of it since...Well as luck would serve me,I didn't get any Darvaset,but J never being one to let anyone down(he made SURE he got the Darvaset),hooked me up with 5 Xanax...He took the last 4 Darvs,and S took 6 Xans...
In the meantime,R takes off to go find some alcohol(poor guy has been thrown into rehab facilities for the last year because of his insane Jehovah's Witness mother),because he couldn't stand to see all those pills going down and him not being involved...We on the other hand, somehow obtained a bag(a fat one too,that I guess just feel into our hands),and proceeded to smoke a few glass bowls in "the crevace"(which is the side of a garage that somehow is completely out of sight from the road or any other houses),and waited for the pills to kick in...
As this is happening,J disappears strangely,and shows back up with even more pills...4 more Xanax for me,and 3 more for S...I figured since I handled 9 Darvs fine,9 Xanax would be easy...How little I knew...
Darkness falls over us,and R shows back up,staggering drunkenly over the hill that comprised the sitting area of The Crevace,brandishing two forties in each hand...He felt generous I guess,and started handing them to people...I was thinking that it wouldn't be a good idea to add alcohol into the frenzied mix of chemicals in my body already,but since it hadn't kicked in that much,I decided to chug about half a fortie,to keep myself warm...Needless to say,that FUCKED ME UP...After that,everything was downhill...I felt the Xanax coming on extremely hard,and I knew that my night was about to become alot more interesting...
What I really remember is how fast it became dark...Darkness just seemed to SWOOSH over us out of nowhere,and when that happened,everything was sheened with a after-rain typed of glow...I could have sworn that it must have rained,but all reports from friends point to no...When I finally stood up,after too many bowls too count,I felt like I was plastered...Half a fortie would never have had such an effect on me,so I was shocked by shoddy ability to walk,and my repetitive uninteresting mumbling about topics I didn't even care about...But it all seemed so appeasing...The warm feeling everywhere in my body,and the undeniable "floatiness" my head possessed...It all seemed like the most intense dream I've ever had...I kept having to convince myself that I was really there,throughout the night...
This got even worse when I attempted to drive...Everyone asked me,after seeing how visibly fucked I was now,if I was cool to drive,and I vehemently stuttered Yes about 50 times as I walked toward my car...Two other friends made sure to go in another car to the Pool Hall,to assure that S and I made it fine...Why the two most fucked up people drove in the same car I don't know,everyone else was too stoned to actually think about that,but somewhere along the line,we lost them...The usual 5 minute drive into the closest "big" town Pekin,was extensified times 10...It felt like some kind of roadie,because I couldn't remember where I was going...I was just driving,unconsciously going the route anyway,but feeling like I was lost...My friend told me the next day,that I was driving horribly,but I don't think he exactly was in his right mind either...We argued about the fact supposedly,all the way up to seconds before my car dies,a half a mile away from our destination,out of gas...
This totally confused us...We sat there for about a minute in silence as I tried to grasp the concept of my car not being able to drive...It didn't make sense...Finally I remembered that I had been low on gas,and that must have been to blame...We figured fuck it,and left the car for the Pool Hall for a huge round of air hockey...The walk seemed extremely long,but really wasn't when looked back now,and the results when we got there were even more disappointing...Nobody was there...5 people were supposed to meet us there,and there was not a one in sight...This perplexed us for a second,then we forgot about it and went inside...We got a ton of change,played one game(where I was beaten 7 to 1 by S),and left in a hurry,because we thought everyone was looking at us weird(I sort of remembering yelling extremely loud and getting pissed when I couldn't score a damn point)...So there we were,stranded in Pekin,with about 8 dollars worth of change in our pockets,and no idea why we were there...
By the time we got it together,the Pool Hall was closing,and we flagged down two drunken college kids to get us some gas...They were cool as hell,and were laughing their asses off when we told them how out of our heads we were...They dropped us off at my car,that I lost for about 5 minutes,and we put gas in the car...S and I have a horrible time getting the gas in the tank,with everything garnishing some kind of strange glare,obstructing our view...When we finished that task,it was time to leave...Or so we thought...
The car wouldn't turn...I tried for about 2 minutes to no avail and once again,said fuck it...We got out of the car,and prepared to walk a few blocks to our buddy A's house...We had no idea what time it was,but thought it was still early...Turns out that it was about 12:30...So trepidaciously,I snuck around A's house(those damn security lights about scared the shit right out of me),and knocked on his window...He showed up at the back door a few minutes later with a Doc Otis in his hand,and I went in,forgetting that S was outside,waiting for me to get A...I for some reason he told me,ordered him to stay outside for no apparent reason...He was nobody to bitch though,he agreed...I completely forgot about him,and went inside to get stoned with A...He informed us he couldn't give us a ride home,because he had chose to drink that night,but he could offer me an extensive ammount of hitters to repair that loss...I took them graciously and left a half an hour later,stoned once again,and now feeling like I was somehow fryin balls...My trip had completely changed...
So I found S,sitting down with his arms across his knees,and his head down,in front of a large tree in front of A's house...He apparently fell asleep,and forgot totally where he was...I attempted to catch him up on the situation,but he didn't really start remembering until we started walking to our other friend C's house,for our only other possible chance for a ride...This was by far,the strangest part of the whole night...I was soooooo confused as to where we were,even though I knew the area well...It was just hard to understand that fact,when everything is glistening,and shadows keep passing you by and popping up in the distance to no existence when you get to the spot where you thought they were...About a million times I asked S if we were going the right way,and he was assured it was the right direction..At every stopsign,I checked the street signs to see where we were...It just didn't seem possible we were in Pekin Illinois,at 1:30 at night,walking down a busy road,that is strangely deserted,and nothing seems the same...I got over it though when we finally arrived at our destination...
We didn't even get a chance to see if C was even around,because around a corner like a madman came the final intervening friend for the night,N...He seen us and wondered what the hell we were doing walking at what was now 2:25 in the am...I told him the ordeal,and since he lives in the nearby town we do,he obliged to give us a lift...Thing was that he had an S10,so only one person could fit up front...N pointed at the back of the truck and instructed me,who wasn't grasping the concept,to get in the back...I couldn't figure it out because he had a Tanoe cover,which covered all of the back of his truck,and made it look like just some solid hunk of black attached to the truck,obviously unenterable for the normal human...He pulled the tailgate down,and nearly shoved me inside,and I was sent into a coffin of black...It's a really strange thing to do,kinda like riding in a huge trunk,especially when really fucked up in the head...It was a trip no doubt...
By around 2:45 we arrive back at S's house,to a very confusing sight...There were about 10 or so people all crowded in the Crevace,smokin out...It didn't make sense,since S had been gone for about 3 or so hours...We wandered back there and encountered the pack,and quickly forgot that we had been gone...We sat back and smoked a few bowls,as the pills started to wear off...I leave at 3,still feelin the Xanax,but the weed more,and retire back to my house...
At this point things get very very blurry...There was nobody there to cooberate it but me,so the only thing I really remember was getting something to eat,and passing by a bottle of Robitussin(full)that'd I'd been eyeing for awhile...I've taken 650 milligrams of straight DXM,and had never Roboed before,so in obviously still gone away state,I grabbed a Dr Thunder(generic Dr Pepper from Sams)and downed the bottle in three big gulps...I tossed the bottle in the garbage,right on top(first mistake),and then proceeded to do god knows what...My second mistake came sometime when I decided to change into a pair of shorts only,turn the air conditioner up all the way,and fall asleep on the floor in the fetal position with no pillows or blankets...Yikes...
I wake up the next morning,actually feeling really good,to my R and Q strolling through the door holding a note in their hands going "WHAT DID YOU DO! WHAT DID YOU DO!"...I snapped myself out of my sleep trance and mumble a quiet "what?"...They showed me the note,which was from my mom and basically said to my sister to try and wake me up in the morning because she thought I drank a bottle of cough syrup,and was talking weird in the morning and didnt want to wake up...Well I'm always out of it and inaudible in the morning,but still this freaked me out...Q and R offered me a few hitters,and I suddenly felt the worry float away...I'd figure something out...
It all worked out well in the end though...I told my mom all the walking gave me a cold(which it sort of did),and I was pouring a teaspoon of the Tussin,my cat knocked the bottle off the table...She bought it and I still live today...Since then I've made sure to take my pillin' at a lower dose,and keep a few bucks in the tank no matter what...
If you stuck it out all the way,Thanks for reading...they'll be more to come...
[Changed title from "9 Xanax, Buds, and a bottle of Robitussin----I was definitely not in my right mind---" to fit forum guidelines -Splatt]
[ 26 September 2002: Message edited by: Splatt ]
