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Ever Lost Drugs? v. I Think I Dropped A Rock

Come to think of it I have lost some drugs.

Sometime around about a year ago I purchased 3 grams of slightly above average quality marijuana. Exactly 3 grams in fact. The dealer I bought it from measured his weed out to the precisest measurements of 1 gram (this guy wasn't exactly what I'd call a generous dealer) and stored it in tiny weed leave decorated baggies. So when I bought three grams I really bought three one gram bags.

Anyway soon enough one little baggie was sitting empty in the bin and I'd just started my second bag. Sometime in the night I got stoned off my ass (read paranoid) and decided it would be good idea to hide baggie number three. Apparently I decided to hide it better than the fucking Holy Grail because despite my best efforts I never found it again.

Now as I said it's been a year later and sadly I have lost all weed/drug hookups. Every month or so I go into a mad frenzy searching everywhere for that elusive fucking bag of weed.

To this day it remains unfound.
 
Just lost 5 Klonopin. When I lose drugs it's usually benzos because I'll forget where I left them, or if I took them. I also sometimes lose a bowl of marijuana here and there.

Lost 30 Soma and just about everything else on my person at that time; certainly lost my mind along with those pills.

Once flushed half an OC 40 because it scared me how much so little can do.

And recently Methadone just flushed me down the toilet. But I live in the sewer, with Bupe, so I get by.
 
2-3 1mg clonazepam
3-4 dexamp xrs of various strengths back in high school
1-2gs of bud over the years
1 .3 bag of dope (this pissed me off the most, go figure..8))

Other than that I'm pretty good at holding on to my shit.
 
'Lost' about 100 yellow naked ladies down the toilet.
Fuck I wish I never did that.. they were so bomb & could've made thousands...
 
Once I had a ketamine vial in my pocket. And the lid came off and the K was just all over my pocket
:( no fun
I keep them in bags now.
My boyfriend once dropped a ketamine vial in a convenience store. That's where we figure it was. Ooooops.
Never more than that really.
 
tweex said:
I lost a big bottle of klonopin a couple months ago. Just found it cleaning my room the other day. Too bad I stopped using klonopin, or I'd be happy. :\
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Let me go ahead and just give you my address real quick...

(Just kidding! Just kidding! No sourcing on BL, boys and girls...)
 
I lost a pack of American Spirit reds with 4 cigs left at a house party a few weeks ago. My cousin saw some jackass pick up the pack where we were sitting and as I'm about to confront him about it, he asks me for a light with the Native American eagle inked on the cig.

Needless to say, I didn't give him a light, but made him empty out his pockets. We almost got into a fight over a few cigs, lol, and I've never actually been in a real fight.
 
I laugh because I really dropped a rock in the crack of a car seat... but I've told this story enough
 
ErgicMergic said:
I lost a pack of American Spirit reds with 4 cigs left at a house party a few weeks ago. My cousin saw some jackass pick up the pack where we were sitting and as I'm about to confront him about it, he asks me for a light with the Native American eagle inked on the cig.

Needless to say, I didn't give him a light, but made him empty out his pockets. We almost got into a fight over a few cigs, lol, and I've never actually been in a real fight.
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lol
 
Never lost drugs or money, permanently that is. I've hidden drugs when I knew at I was at risk for overdoing it. Trouble is I was baked at the time and sometimes took me a couple days to find. Once I was drunk and got really "creative" and stashed 100 dollars inside a dress pocket. Took a whole 2 weeks to find it, I was upset because I really needed that money for a pain doctor appointment.

I've had medication stolen from me from this woman who used to live next door. She got in the habit of coming over pleading for a few pills after I had just given her some the day before. She would say "she lost them" Finally I barely had enough for myself and had to start telling her no. Then once I had my nose broken and came home from getting pizza, she said her daughter wanted a piece.

I had left my pocketbook on the wash machine. That 2 minutes I went into the house to put the pizza on a plate I came back out and she was gone. So was my brand new bottle of Percocet. This bitch denied and denied she took them but there was nothing I could do. I was hurting bad and short that month from the pain doctor. I pleaded with her give some back to me, man you didn't need to take the whole bottle. She was a crooked thieving person and I'm glad she ended up in prison.
 
Recently I got a call from an old dealer told me he got some fire rock and would give me a dime as a gift. Use to see him a lot we had similar life situations though he was from the hood and I'm from the suburbs, just two people trying in life but dealt different hands. A really great guy but I digress.

Anyway he says its awesome shit so I go hang out with him for a little and catch up. I go home load the rock into a shitty homemade pipe (stream roller out of toilet paper roll weed pipe thing) I put some ash on the foil and put the 3 little rocks on it. I look for a lighter and can't find one. So I turn to my girl ask for one put it against my mouth with my hand coverin the back in the ready position just waiting for the lighter in my hand. She asks "what there isn't one over there?"

Now this is where I fuck up big. I decide in my head its too much effort to remove it from my hand. Anyone how has ever had ash in a bowl knows how light it is. So I mutter a muffled "no" more like a "mmmnnooo" into the bowl. Then the bowl erupts like a volcano and shoots the majority of the hard all over the ground. It's a carpet it's a messy room it was gone. A tiny piece landed in my hand and I smoked it. I got a mild rush more like just enough to land me on the carpet looking for it. I decide in about 3 minute I'm done degrading myself and laugh on my stupidity.

I text my guy and tell him it's awesome stuff, it was and it was a fat dime. No one except my girl myself and now the whole Internet knows that I was that dumb that night

Goes with the title and is a classic. To think there's a good blast sitting somewhere not but 5 feet away chilling on the floor.
 
T. Calderone said:
^^ That's kinda funny and at least you can laugh about it.
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I had a few options the way I saw it. Look for it on the ground and admit I have no control and not give up on the 30 second high. Smoke the crumbs and dirt in the rug. Blame her for asking a silly question (I'm not too obsevent but I wouldn't ask for a lighter if I had one in my hand) or just laugh at the hilirity, I figured the last was best. Hell there's always more rock, though I'm trying to lay low these days. Plus it was free so I can't think I wasted money or something.
 
Oh, blowing your shit off the spoon/foil is the worst. Especially if it's dope and your sick. Man, I suppose I have lost drugs.. Not much, but enough to really piss me off and promise to myself I'd always hold my breath when prepping a shot.
 
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