Thurgood
Bluelighter
IV Heroin + Ativan + Pot - Familiar - Crazy ways...
Ok, during this story I will refer to my girlfriend who was with me during this L. L and I decided to go to the west side (of Chicago) once again to purchase some heroin around 5:00 pm. We get in the car and not less than 5 minutes later we are in traffic as usual. This time it was a little better though.
See we had some weed but no bowl. Well the weed was in the trunk, which can only be opened by first opening the trunk. We were on the high-way. Well it was stop and go, well when it was stop for us I ran to the trunk and pulled the cord. So we were able to make a cheap little bowl out of a tinfoil can. The lighter…no one thought about it until we actually needed it. So we waste more time trying to get a lighter, finally four Mexican dudes say we can have their’s (we were gonna pay them 50 cents but they drove off). Keep in mind this is all taking place yelling through windows on an Interstate Highway. Anyways, it works, but we are paranoid the whole time (I mean shit, we were hitting a pop can). Oh, there were four black guys who we kept looking at, and they were smoking a blunt. L is like, let me hit that, and the dude gets out of his car, but then didn’t come over cuz she is like, no.
So we get to our usual spot for the H and what do you know. There’s a cop car talking to some kids. Fuck. Gotta try a different spot where weren’t positive on the quality. Tried a few streets up. Fuck. Kid getting searched cuz he is white. Decided to get the fuck out of there and try a few main streets over. A few miles away, the first street we tried – bingo. We score the three bags of H. As we headed to a park we find a parking lot for this one show only. Well we finally find a spot anyways, but it says violators will be towed. Ahh fuck it we say. But then we realize fuck, we threw that tin away cuz we were paranoid by the cops. Good thing we left though cuz security was just arriving to check to make sure the cars belonged there, almost busted mixing up some dope.
So off to a grocery store we go. End up driving through the most ghetto parts of Chicago. Not the most ghetto, but ghetto nonetheless and we totally didn’t mean to – I have no problem driving through those parts, I just like to know when it’s about to go down. Finally we find a dominicks. We needed q-tips (filters) and a soda can (to mix the shit). Well L is able to gank a few q-tips after we carefully examined them to determine we didn’t need them. Then the drinks in cans they sold individually were these starbucks $2 shit…well, L’s pants came in handy there…got her cold though.
So we move the car over to the movie theater and start to mix the shit up. It is much darker than usual…we weren’t sure if this mean it was more pure or not. Oh the dosage; we used 3 $10 bags split up evenly between us too. So we mix and mix and mix, this shit is chunky and dark as shit. But it filtered through just fine, everything was cool. Here is where the trouble begins.
I have a farily fucked up left inner elbow, well it’s getting better so I try it out, nope still won’t draw blood. So I try another. Nothing. L tries. Nothing. I try. Nothing. This goes on forever, I finally hit some random vein. This shit is fucking strong. Took L only a few more tries, and she gets it. We are very happy. But we had to go home, so what do we do?
Take 3-4 mg of ativan for the ride back. Well we finally get back to L’s place at like 10:00 pm. So we just chill and watch a movie, didn’t see much of the movie, but you know how that goes. We are both definitely feeling the ativan. The whole time at L’s house was the best. You just had to be there to experience it, but you couldn’t have been there, so sorry! Ok, I am still fucked up and am putting shit in here that doesn’t need to be.
Anyways, it’s about 2:45 and I need to leave. So what better way than by finishing all the weed. This is where problems set it. We were fucked. This combination was outrageous. We couldn’t walk a straight line if our lives depended on it. I kept seeing weird shit. The mail boxes turned evil. A lot of shit was scary. We finally get back to my car after eating our dripping ice cream sandwhiches (which were very tasty). We say our long properly drawn out good-bye. And I start my drive home…
Quite another experience. Wouldn’t say I was dangerous driving. Well the points at which I changed CD’s wasn’t pleasant, but that only took place twice. Had trouble driving along the line at that point. But when totally focused, I was fine. But I did see weird things on the highway. I mean I do still hear random shit that I know isn’t there, which kinda sucks, haha, but I guess I have to deal with it. Strange…I don’t know, at least I’m in my room now about to sleep finally, cuz all this shit made me feel; high on weed, fucked up off the heroin, relaxed and uncoordinated on the ativan, fulfilled by the icecream sandwhich, and loved by L.
Ok, during this story I will refer to my girlfriend who was with me during this L. L and I decided to go to the west side (of Chicago) once again to purchase some heroin around 5:00 pm. We get in the car and not less than 5 minutes later we are in traffic as usual. This time it was a little better though.
See we had some weed but no bowl. Well the weed was in the trunk, which can only be opened by first opening the trunk. We were on the high-way. Well it was stop and go, well when it was stop for us I ran to the trunk and pulled the cord. So we were able to make a cheap little bowl out of a tinfoil can. The lighter…no one thought about it until we actually needed it. So we waste more time trying to get a lighter, finally four Mexican dudes say we can have their’s (we were gonna pay them 50 cents but they drove off). Keep in mind this is all taking place yelling through windows on an Interstate Highway. Anyways, it works, but we are paranoid the whole time (I mean shit, we were hitting a pop can). Oh, there were four black guys who we kept looking at, and they were smoking a blunt. L is like, let me hit that, and the dude gets out of his car, but then didn’t come over cuz she is like, no.
So we get to our usual spot for the H and what do you know. There’s a cop car talking to some kids. Fuck. Gotta try a different spot where weren’t positive on the quality. Tried a few streets up. Fuck. Kid getting searched cuz he is white. Decided to get the fuck out of there and try a few main streets over. A few miles away, the first street we tried – bingo. We score the three bags of H. As we headed to a park we find a parking lot for this one show only. Well we finally find a spot anyways, but it says violators will be towed. Ahh fuck it we say. But then we realize fuck, we threw that tin away cuz we were paranoid by the cops. Good thing we left though cuz security was just arriving to check to make sure the cars belonged there, almost busted mixing up some dope.
So off to a grocery store we go. End up driving through the most ghetto parts of Chicago. Not the most ghetto, but ghetto nonetheless and we totally didn’t mean to – I have no problem driving through those parts, I just like to know when it’s about to go down. Finally we find a dominicks. We needed q-tips (filters) and a soda can (to mix the shit). Well L is able to gank a few q-tips after we carefully examined them to determine we didn’t need them. Then the drinks in cans they sold individually were these starbucks $2 shit…well, L’s pants came in handy there…got her cold though.
So we move the car over to the movie theater and start to mix the shit up. It is much darker than usual…we weren’t sure if this mean it was more pure or not. Oh the dosage; we used 3 $10 bags split up evenly between us too. So we mix and mix and mix, this shit is chunky and dark as shit. But it filtered through just fine, everything was cool. Here is where the trouble begins.
I have a farily fucked up left inner elbow, well it’s getting better so I try it out, nope still won’t draw blood. So I try another. Nothing. L tries. Nothing. I try. Nothing. This goes on forever, I finally hit some random vein. This shit is fucking strong. Took L only a few more tries, and she gets it. We are very happy. But we had to go home, so what do we do?
Take 3-4 mg of ativan for the ride back. Well we finally get back to L’s place at like 10:00 pm. So we just chill and watch a movie, didn’t see much of the movie, but you know how that goes. We are both definitely feeling the ativan. The whole time at L’s house was the best. You just had to be there to experience it, but you couldn’t have been there, so sorry! Ok, I am still fucked up and am putting shit in here that doesn’t need to be.
Anyways, it’s about 2:45 and I need to leave. So what better way than by finishing all the weed. This is where problems set it. We were fucked. This combination was outrageous. We couldn’t walk a straight line if our lives depended on it. I kept seeing weird shit. The mail boxes turned evil. A lot of shit was scary. We finally get back to my car after eating our dripping ice cream sandwhiches (which were very tasty). We say our long properly drawn out good-bye. And I start my drive home…
Quite another experience. Wouldn’t say I was dangerous driving. Well the points at which I changed CD’s wasn’t pleasant, but that only took place twice. Had trouble driving along the line at that point. But when totally focused, I was fine. But I did see weird things on the highway. I mean I do still hear random shit that I know isn’t there, which kinda sucks, haha, but I guess I have to deal with it. Strange…I don’t know, at least I’m in my room now about to sleep finally, cuz all this shit made me feel; high on weed, fucked up off the heroin, relaxed and uncoordinated on the ativan, fulfilled by the icecream sandwhich, and loved by L.
