Had my nighttime meds just there so another
180mg of oxy in my preferred roa
3700mg Gabapentin
20mg nitrazepam
No more Valium or temazepam for about a week till my sister picks up her prescription but got enough mogadon to last till then if I donโt go on any blowout missions
Last of my oxy till I pick up my own script tomorrow morning but Iโm good till then with what Iv had
Got enough G13 weed to either have a good little sesh on my own tonight or moderate spliffs to last me till Wednesday if I do one morning and bedtime

points to any of you crazy kids can guess correctly what the addict in me ends up choosing llf
My weed man wonโt be around till Tuesday or Wednesday and the other guy that sells close by tried to get me on fent patches the last time I was at his house to get some
Iv said it before and il keep on saying it. My countries drug problems would start fixing themselves if you didnโt have to deal with the scumbag botom feeders in order to get a almost harmless plant
It says so much for our so called elected leaders that itโs easier to get fentanyl than a bit of weed
Makes me sad and angry smh
Yes that's too much bullshit right? Fuck the patch pushers and then the government 100 times as much.
No them...no patch pushers. (I just realised in that moment, I would shoot the Chicken first after all (probably poach the egg too for breakfast though haha!))
So dunno what you decided with your weed but I would long it out myself.
Just enjoy that worthy dose, twice a day. That's my vote anyway.
Mogadons I loved. Took only once. 2 fantastic university party night's up, all over the place on good e's and mushrooms (it WAS in Wales lol).
Sunday Morning 9 am, mate Gareth, at that seafront cottage, offered me to buy a few of his girlfriend's (who wasn't there) "Wiaths" he said they were- told me next time they were Mogadons, he looked at it upside down hahaha.
3 blue, 10 mg's for a quid.
I had no tolerance. 2 nights eeing, mushes, no sleep.
The Mogs hit me hard and fast. It was beautiful. I knew sleeping was an imminent eventuality.
Then...diff good friends arrived, dragged me off to the seafront Pub for a big student Sunday session, about 11 am.
I still remember walking there from the cottage, on the sea path, like a kid in a car, every minute..."Are we nearly there?" I said to Susan and Paul.
They did good job at being instant responsive, "Yeah yeah, it's really close now hold on..." very assurringly.
Still seemed like bloody miles though lol! I knew I was going into a nice deep sleep coma very soon, no matter what or where.
I made it. Now don't ask me how, wevsat in the Pub. Susan assured me I could actually stretch out on a few chairs and sleep...but food was first...
I ordered a Sunday roast and one pint of Guiness. Came quick. I ate the roast in no time, guzzled the Guiness like it was thin air- and laid cozy on row of chairs by the big table we grabbed, kipped out.
Susan and Paul were both amazed how I made it there first, even more so polishing off a whole dinner and pint, then auto into kip position as if it's just sheer normality!
I slept like babies, came round refreshed as hell about 6.30 pm, surrounded by loads of Student friends sessioning it on in the most vibrant warm student party style fashion.
Best atmosphere ever. I was warmly greeted and instantly joined the party. Beers, joints on go, mush tea mate brought for us. Loads ofvus there.
Finally left later, drunk, high, tripping, happy, with one friend.
We went back to his house, brewed all the remaining mushies, drank and ate all.
Left to my house, hour walk down coast.
Bike rode from mine, came back with 9 MDMA pills, so high on shrooms, alcohol, weed and life.
I took 8 of them, Paul just 1.
That was just a normal weekend then lol.
I was 22 though, not 14.
I swear I could write a book one day maybe on trillions of detailed, accurate reports of uncanny such experiences, many where ESP stuff just became a norm.