livenaked
Bluelighter
H + Crack + PCP + Weed - Experienced - Fun on the West Side
So my boyfriend and I are really bored yesterday. We attend U of I in Champaign, but decided we had nothing better to do, so we drove to Chicago (2 1/2 hours away) to pick up a jab (12 bags) of blows. We went to our usual spot and got our jab then decided to go to see a guy we sometimes buy from, to get some rocks to shoot.
We drove a few blocks away and asked our ghetto friend Fred for some rocks. He was all sold out but asked us for a ride and told us he would take us to get some rocks. So we drive a few blocks away and get 4 REALLY phat rocks. Then Fred asked if he could drive Steve's (my bf) car b/c we were in the ghetto and Steve is white. So Fred drives us to another hood about 2 miles away. There he hits a couple of spots asking for "leaf." At one place he got a $5 bag of weed. Finally after a lot of driving around and bumping Jay-Z (the same song actually, seems Fred really like "songcry" played at full volume with Steve's massive system) he scored two really large tin foils for $20. Finally I was able to get Fred to tell me he was buying "wickie", PCP, to smoke. It was hard to understand what he was buying b/c he talks so ghetto and I couldn't hear him over the Jay-Z.
We drove back to his corner and he rolled a blunt of it, it looked like really dark weed and smelled like marker kinda. The three of us smoke the blunt, well Fred pretty much smoked most of it, but we still could really feel it. He sold me the other bag of wickie along with the bag of weed. Then we headed back to Champaign.
On the way I shot a 1/2 of a rock 3 times, so 1 and 1/2 rocks total. I also shot a bag of H. When we got home, Steve called his friend who came over. The three of us smoked the PCP and shot some crack. I also did more H. We were all really fucked up, the PCP was like being drunk but more intense. Since I've never done PCP, I didn't know what to expect, but it reminded me of the DXM I did on Tuesday.
We decided to go to Steve's friend's house, his frat house, where we just chilled. But I got the idea to run back to my dorm "really quick". so it was the middle of the night (12:30) and I was REALLY fucked up, and all by myself. I don't know how I made it considering I didn't know how to get there, but when I did, I realized I didn't have my keys. After a lot of bullshit, I found my way back to the frat house. I saw a lot of drunk girls and boys rushing acting like fools cause they thought they were "SO FUCKED UP" I kept thinking, "man, they have no idea."
Steve and I went home where we shot more crack and did more H. We finally got to sleep around 6:30 am, needless to say, we didn't make our 8:00 class. Or my 12:00 for that matter. All in all, it was a really good time, just not what I expected to do on my Wednesday night. Thanks for reading!
*~*layla*~*
So my boyfriend and I are really bored yesterday. We attend U of I in Champaign, but decided we had nothing better to do, so we drove to Chicago (2 1/2 hours away) to pick up a jab (12 bags) of blows. We went to our usual spot and got our jab then decided to go to see a guy we sometimes buy from, to get some rocks to shoot.
We drove a few blocks away and asked our ghetto friend Fred for some rocks. He was all sold out but asked us for a ride and told us he would take us to get some rocks. So we drive a few blocks away and get 4 REALLY phat rocks. Then Fred asked if he could drive Steve's (my bf) car b/c we were in the ghetto and Steve is white. So Fred drives us to another hood about 2 miles away. There he hits a couple of spots asking for "leaf." At one place he got a $5 bag of weed. Finally after a lot of driving around and bumping Jay-Z (the same song actually, seems Fred really like "songcry" played at full volume with Steve's massive system) he scored two really large tin foils for $20. Finally I was able to get Fred to tell me he was buying "wickie", PCP, to smoke. It was hard to understand what he was buying b/c he talks so ghetto and I couldn't hear him over the Jay-Z.
We drove back to his corner and he rolled a blunt of it, it looked like really dark weed and smelled like marker kinda. The three of us smoke the blunt, well Fred pretty much smoked most of it, but we still could really feel it. He sold me the other bag of wickie along with the bag of weed. Then we headed back to Champaign.
On the way I shot a 1/2 of a rock 3 times, so 1 and 1/2 rocks total. I also shot a bag of H. When we got home, Steve called his friend who came over. The three of us smoked the PCP and shot some crack. I also did more H. We were all really fucked up, the PCP was like being drunk but more intense. Since I've never done PCP, I didn't know what to expect, but it reminded me of the DXM I did on Tuesday.
We decided to go to Steve's friend's house, his frat house, where we just chilled. But I got the idea to run back to my dorm "really quick". so it was the middle of the night (12:30) and I was REALLY fucked up, and all by myself. I don't know how I made it considering I didn't know how to get there, but when I did, I realized I didn't have my keys. After a lot of bullshit, I found my way back to the frat house. I saw a lot of drunk girls and boys rushing acting like fools cause they thought they were "SO FUCKED UP" I kept thinking, "man, they have no idea."
Steve and I went home where we shot more crack and did more H. We finally got to sleep around 6:30 am, needless to say, we didn't make our 8:00 class. Or my 12:00 for that matter. All in all, it was a really good time, just not what I expected to do on my Wednesday night. Thanks for reading!
*~*layla*~*
