JuJubes
Bluelighter
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5 7.5 Vics
I don't know if this counts as a true "trip." I always thought a trip can only be brought upon by my Acid and such.
Well, it was my second time on Vicodien and my most enjoyable high. I popped 3 pills at lunch time. I didn’t feel much until I got to my 5th period class. It is a really easy class; enjoyable cover when you’re high. On a normal day, I would sit there and do nothing, talk to my friends, and groove on some tunes. But since I had recently indulged myself on some pills, I felt it my priority just to talk. I was making chatter with my friend, whom I secretly have a sexual attraction too. I'm usually unable to talk clearer with her, since I'm a shy person, but under the Vic, I was able to talk clearer and openly. We talked about a bunch of stuff, and I was eventually able to talk her into try Vic’s (Yea! Peer Pressure). At while all this was happing, my body and mind were groovin' on life and that when I realized that my life is good. This continued until the period ended and I departed from my love.
I was now off to my Sixth, a study hall since swimming was over. Here I found my dealer and made the purchase of 2 more pills. Popped them right then, and sat their and grooved. Nothing happened that I can remember.
After that class and school were both over, I have myself rooming that halls, until I found my friend and her sister. In the past, I have made a bad impression on her sister and try to stay away from her, but since I was on Vic’s, I found a new level on confidence within myself. I was cool and happy, and was able to cool and happy around her. We all talked and walked and had such a good time. But, once again, we had to be taken away from each other.
My old man picked me up in a loner car, since our old Volvo was in the shop. I not a fan of cars in general, and the smell of this new car made me dizzy and sick. My dad dropped me off at the end of my drive way to get the mail. By this time, I was sure I was going to vomit. I ended up vomiting a little in a planter. But for some reason, I wasn’t mad at all that I vomited, and in fact, enjoyed it. I walk home and get something to eat. I start eating, and after a bit, I get the same vomiting feeling again. I laid down just to rest my eyes and stomach, but I fall in to the wonder sleep where my body is asleep, bit my brain is still on. I woke ever now and than for 3.5 hours. Each time I wake up, I end up scratching myself to sleep. Best damn scratching, ever . I got up around 7 to eat dinner with my family. They thought I was sick, so excused myself early to go back to bed. I wasn’t even tired, but sleep felt so good, and I ended up going to bed around 7: 30. I had some crazy dreams, but don’t remember much if any of them.
Well, that was my day. A pretty damn good day since it was a Monday….
(changing ze title to forum guidelines requirements - Meanie)
I don't know if this counts as a true "trip." I always thought a trip can only be brought upon by my Acid and such.
Well, it was my second time on Vicodien and my most enjoyable high. I popped 3 pills at lunch time. I didn’t feel much until I got to my 5th period class. It is a really easy class; enjoyable cover when you’re high. On a normal day, I would sit there and do nothing, talk to my friends, and groove on some tunes. But since I had recently indulged myself on some pills, I felt it my priority just to talk. I was making chatter with my friend, whom I secretly have a sexual attraction too. I'm usually unable to talk clearer with her, since I'm a shy person, but under the Vic, I was able to talk clearer and openly. We talked about a bunch of stuff, and I was eventually able to talk her into try Vic’s (Yea! Peer Pressure). At while all this was happing, my body and mind were groovin' on life and that when I realized that my life is good. This continued until the period ended and I departed from my love.
I was now off to my Sixth, a study hall since swimming was over. Here I found my dealer and made the purchase of 2 more pills. Popped them right then, and sat their and grooved. Nothing happened that I can remember.
After that class and school were both over, I have myself rooming that halls, until I found my friend and her sister. In the past, I have made a bad impression on her sister and try to stay away from her, but since I was on Vic’s, I found a new level on confidence within myself. I was cool and happy, and was able to cool and happy around her. We all talked and walked and had such a good time. But, once again, we had to be taken away from each other.
My old man picked me up in a loner car, since our old Volvo was in the shop. I not a fan of cars in general, and the smell of this new car made me dizzy and sick. My dad dropped me off at the end of my drive way to get the mail. By this time, I was sure I was going to vomit. I ended up vomiting a little in a planter. But for some reason, I wasn’t mad at all that I vomited, and in fact, enjoyed it. I walk home and get something to eat. I start eating, and after a bit, I get the same vomiting feeling again. I laid down just to rest my eyes and stomach, but I fall in to the wonder sleep where my body is asleep, bit my brain is still on. I woke ever now and than for 3.5 hours. Each time I wake up, I end up scratching myself to sleep. Best damn scratching, ever . I got up around 7 to eat dinner with my family. They thought I was sick, so excused myself early to go back to bed. I wasn’t even tired, but sleep felt so good, and I ended up going to bed around 7: 30. I had some crazy dreams, but don’t remember much if any of them.
Well, that was my day. A pretty damn good day since it was a Monday….
(changing ze title to forum guidelines requirements - Meanie)
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