Tokey-tokerson
Bluelighter
Do not take Coriceden like this. You will not like it. I in fact am oblivious to if I liked it or not. It is not healthy or recommended, and is very dangerous. I was uneducated at the time, and did not know this. This is just my experience.
This took place some time in the blur that was highschool. About 4 years ago on a new year's eve I was spending with my best freind at the time. We are not freinds anymore, but back then he was my only freind into drugs. This was actually very soon after I had taken my first drug ever (crystal) and I was gobbling up every psychoactive substance like it was air. So my first psychodelic was to be Triple C's. Please keep in mind that when reading this, I had never even taken benedrill before. I never had taken any psychoactive drug besides meth (no nicotine, no caffeine, nothing, that's just how I was raised from an extremely religious setting).
I was over at my freind the drugsters house with his girlfreind there and also an overweight girl with a lazy eye that they were trying to set me up with. I want to say it was about noon, near Christmas Normally I was very against being on anything when I met a new person, as I considered it to be rude. Only after spending 10 minutes with lazy eye did I know I wanted to be as far away from reality as possible while being with her that day. I don't want you to get the wrong impression, it wasn't because she was overweight, she was attractive, it's just she was SO lame. She was about 2 years older than me. All she talked about was church and clothes.
My freind the drugster had given me 20 Coriceden to take to get high about 15 minutes earlier when we all arrived at his house. Drugster and I were the only ones getting high. His girlfreind and my lazy eye were goody good religious types that typically don't get high. I would lator learn that drugsters had only taken 4. So I killed him, but that's another matter.
I swallowed my 20 in the bathroom with the water from the sink. Yes I know, 20 pills, what were you a moron?!?! The answer to that is, don't call me a moron or I will Roshamboo you.
I was back in the room sitting on the floor leaning against the wall in drugsters room. Lazy eye was talking to me about jackets or some other such nonsense. I remember her telling me she really liked my pants, right before I started taking off. Keep in mind that before this I had never even drank alcohol, I'm pretty sure this was before I had smoked pot too.
I remember looking into drugsters girlfreind's eyes and when she wouldn't quit looking back at me I decided she was in love with me, and started making the universal pussy eating sign at her. She quickly looked away at the other people in the room after that. This was when drugster decided for him and I to go and get a movie from blockbuster we could watch with the girls.
On the road to blockbuster I started tripping very heavily. My stomach hurt like hell. Whenever someone would talk I would see bubbles come out of their mouth and float up into the sky. I felt like I did not have feet and my legs were attached to the ground like plant stalks, needless to say I felt extremely heavy. I couldn't keep upright. I would walk about 10 feet and fall over, cutting my arm and just looking at the cut thinking that it's not real because I can't feel it. This is all a dream, I remember thinking.
The next thing that happened is I woke up on a couch in drugsters house the next day with my face covered in slobber. So I will tell the little that's left of the story the way it was told to me the next day by drugster.
Tokey, dude, you were so FUCKED UP! yeasturday... Mr.principal (of my school) pulled up beside us at main street and was wondering how your mom was doing. All you told him was she was at home and told him to eat donuts. It was a good thing he thought you were just being your own goofy ass self and just drove away.
You kept falling down dude, look at all the cuts on you!! Jesus man you might need a doctor or something!
Then when we got to blockbuster you started picking movies up, looking at them, and then throwing them behind your back. This goofy blockbuster guy came up to us and told us that we had to leave. You just stared him down dude! It was so cool, I think he was intimidated or something. I had to practically drag you out of there.
Then I lost you for a little while, some woman came out of the hair salon and said you just walked in and just fell asleep on her chair. She couldn't get you to wake up, dude, she almost called the cops! Omg!
Then we finally got back here, DUDE LOOK AT YOUR ARMS(!), and you just ignored everyone and crawled under the table and fell asleep again. It took all three of us to get you on the couch. I think that lazy eye likes you because she wouldn't let us fuck with you while you were tripped out.
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Lazy eye wroted me this 5 page letter a week lator saying she liked me, I guess, I never read it. I never wrote anything back, and then one day she came up to me and just gave me this nice Addida's jacket. I felt really bad for her so I never talked to her again.
Lator I would go on to keep hitting on druggsters girlfreind, but nothing ever came of it. I sent her a nakked picture of myself one day when I was methed out. Then I never heard from her again.
Drugster and I went on to get a dorm room together. He moved out at night while we were on meth/heroin/xanax combo and started beating the shit out of each other using everything in the room as weapons. Close quarters, what can I say?
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The end
This took place some time in the blur that was highschool. About 4 years ago on a new year's eve I was spending with my best freind at the time. We are not freinds anymore, but back then he was my only freind into drugs. This was actually very soon after I had taken my first drug ever (crystal) and I was gobbling up every psychoactive substance like it was air. So my first psychodelic was to be Triple C's. Please keep in mind that when reading this, I had never even taken benedrill before. I never had taken any psychoactive drug besides meth (no nicotine, no caffeine, nothing, that's just how I was raised from an extremely religious setting).
I was over at my freind the drugsters house with his girlfreind there and also an overweight girl with a lazy eye that they were trying to set me up with. I want to say it was about noon, near Christmas Normally I was very against being on anything when I met a new person, as I considered it to be rude. Only after spending 10 minutes with lazy eye did I know I wanted to be as far away from reality as possible while being with her that day. I don't want you to get the wrong impression, it wasn't because she was overweight, she was attractive, it's just she was SO lame. She was about 2 years older than me. All she talked about was church and clothes.
My freind the drugster had given me 20 Coriceden to take to get high about 15 minutes earlier when we all arrived at his house. Drugster and I were the only ones getting high. His girlfreind and my lazy eye were goody good religious types that typically don't get high. I would lator learn that drugsters had only taken 4. So I killed him, but that's another matter.
I swallowed my 20 in the bathroom with the water from the sink. Yes I know, 20 pills, what were you a moron?!?! The answer to that is, don't call me a moron or I will Roshamboo you.
I was back in the room sitting on the floor leaning against the wall in drugsters room. Lazy eye was talking to me about jackets or some other such nonsense. I remember her telling me she really liked my pants, right before I started taking off. Keep in mind that before this I had never even drank alcohol, I'm pretty sure this was before I had smoked pot too.
I remember looking into drugsters girlfreind's eyes and when she wouldn't quit looking back at me I decided she was in love with me, and started making the universal pussy eating sign at her. She quickly looked away at the other people in the room after that. This was when drugster decided for him and I to go and get a movie from blockbuster we could watch with the girls.
On the road to blockbuster I started tripping very heavily. My stomach hurt like hell. Whenever someone would talk I would see bubbles come out of their mouth and float up into the sky. I felt like I did not have feet and my legs were attached to the ground like plant stalks, needless to say I felt extremely heavy. I couldn't keep upright. I would walk about 10 feet and fall over, cutting my arm and just looking at the cut thinking that it's not real because I can't feel it. This is all a dream, I remember thinking.
The next thing that happened is I woke up on a couch in drugsters house the next day with my face covered in slobber. So I will tell the little that's left of the story the way it was told to me the next day by drugster.
Tokey, dude, you were so FUCKED UP! yeasturday... Mr.principal (of my school) pulled up beside us at main street and was wondering how your mom was doing. All you told him was she was at home and told him to eat donuts. It was a good thing he thought you were just being your own goofy ass self and just drove away.
You kept falling down dude, look at all the cuts on you!! Jesus man you might need a doctor or something!
Then when we got to blockbuster you started picking movies up, looking at them, and then throwing them behind your back. This goofy blockbuster guy came up to us and told us that we had to leave. You just stared him down dude! It was so cool, I think he was intimidated or something. I had to practically drag you out of there.
Then I lost you for a little while, some woman came out of the hair salon and said you just walked in and just fell asleep on her chair. She couldn't get you to wake up, dude, she almost called the cops! Omg!
Then we finally got back here, DUDE LOOK AT YOUR ARMS(!), and you just ignored everyone and crawled under the table and fell asleep again. It took all three of us to get you on the couch. I think that lazy eye likes you because she wouldn't let us fuck with you while you were tripped out.
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Lazy eye wroted me this 5 page letter a week lator saying she liked me, I guess, I never read it. I never wrote anything back, and then one day she came up to me and just gave me this nice Addida's jacket. I felt really bad for her so I never talked to her again.
Lator I would go on to keep hitting on druggsters girlfreind, but nothing ever came of it. I sent her a nakked picture of myself one day when I was methed out. Then I never heard from her again.
Drugster and I went on to get a dorm room together. He moved out at night while we were on meth/heroin/xanax combo and started beating the shit out of each other using everything in the room as weapons. Close quarters, what can I say?
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The end
