NativeBelle
Greenlighter
The other evening I had one hell of a fucked up night. I wanted to send the story (or what I remember of it) out there into cyberspace to possibly get advice responses or to entertain myself and others.
I went to a friends house. She isn't a real friend but more the kind of person I go to hang out with when absolutely no one is around and I am out of drugs. We'll call her Hal, she has a strangely masculine physique with small floppy breasts, the left nipple pierced. Her bottom end is dumpy and up close has a similar odor to a day old savory crepe consisting of oil soaked mushrooms and sharp cheddar, and I only know that because of the very events of this story, the very events to come. Shes not fat but in bad shape. She is the kind of girl who exclaims "I love you!" at the drop of a hat with no respect for the expression or the emotion and then waits awkwardly for you to respond "I love you too", like shes forcing you to say it.. Her personality is aggravating, she is loud clumsy and forceful. she wears clunky doc martins that scuff up her linoleum floors and knock over her horribly themed ash trays with every heavy step. She has a tendency to make me feel incredibly awkward by being whorishly forward with me despite my efforts to maintain a platonic non-physical relationship with her. Worst yet she always has klonopin or xanex.
{{(Before I tell this story I should probably come forward with a little history about my "friendship" with Hal. There had been one time when Hal brought over a full prescription of xanex bars and a bottle of wine. Needless to say I blacked out. That night I agreed to have sex with Hal even though I intensely regretted it the next morning. To give you some insight into how fucked up I really was that night, She was trying to get me to cum with 45 min of bashing her nasty pubic hair studded muff against my poor flaccid member and only gave up after she discovered I had dozed off.)}}
Now on the more recent evening Hal had klonopin and the drink was rum and vodka instead of wine. The evening started out fun, she had a few friends over whom I had not met before, we all drank, smoked pot, and laughed. Thats roughly the last thing I remember until I resurfaced from complete black out. Suddenly Hals ass was rubbing aggressively against my face and I was trying to push her off of me, but I couldn't I was incapacitated by my intoxication and her weight keeping me submissed as she essentially raped my face.... (back into black out) then I resurfaced with her passed out next to me. I hadn't fallen asleep it was approx. 4 am at this point. I roamed around her house trying to find a way out, found a bottle of vodka took it, found some cigarettes took them, and finally found the door and left. (black out)
resurface from black out with two homeless dudes in my apartment with me. One homeless dude was black, dressed like he was newly homeless with named brand clothes and semi-clean kicks. The other homeless dude was white sort of nerdy looking with shaggy hair and awful acne. I dont recall either of their names. The nerdy one was soaking his cotton filters in a tin cooker and unpacking two dirty syringes. I remeber him telling me I was going to get fucked up and I was responding with excitement because it had been 6 months since I had shot up. The black homeless dude was sleeping sitting up. The nerdy one drew from his cooker and said "here" coldly as he handed it to me. I asked "are you clean?" and he told me "yes I get tested every three months, I dont have anything I swear." So I believed him. I tried to hit myslelf poked a miss and it hurt. "These rigs are dull its gonna hurt" said the nerdy one. I was too fucked up to line up the shot and after another failed attempt I asked the nerdy one to shoot me up, he did and the rush was incredible I sank back and exhaled, the shit was fire. (black out... flashes of leaving the aprtment with only the nerdy homeless dude, coming back to the apartment because I was anxious leaving a stranger alone in my place....black out)
Resurface from black out waiting for the muni transit with the nerdy homeless dude, the black homeless dude had left us. The nerdy one and me were on the way to safeway to boost a couple bottles of liquor so we could score real dope instead of shooting filter remnants, at this point it is 7 am to 7:30 am. n e arrived at Safeway(black out). Resurface from black out: shoving a bottle of Jagermeister underneath my hoody and waltzing out of safeway. no problem. The nerdy one and I regrouped outside and put the bottles into his backpack and started walking back to the muni so we could get to the Tenderloin District to sell the bottles and score the dope. But I stopped and fell over. I couldnt go on anymore, I had probably taken 4 klonopin 2mg each, dranking two flask sized seagrams vodka, had a minimum of three shots of rum, shot up three times with some junkies dirty rigs and his filthy used cotton filters, and smoked plenty of weed (california). I told the nerdy one I had to leave so he wrote down my number and promised to give me my share of the dope from the liquor we boosted. (black out)
I woke up around 4 pm that day with 6 missed calls from a random number who I later discovered was the nerdy homeless dude trying to reach me, rape scratches from that disgusting cunt Hal, bruised track marks from the junkies dull rigs, and an angry voicemail from my girlfriend who was arriving at the airport later that evening. I still havent gotten tested and Ive had to hide my back and arms from my girlfriend for the last few days.
Lesson: Men can get raped too, don't mix your benzos with alcohol no matter how tempting it may be, once a needle fiend
always a needle fiend but we must try to resist.
I went to a friends house. She isn't a real friend but more the kind of person I go to hang out with when absolutely no one is around and I am out of drugs. We'll call her Hal, she has a strangely masculine physique with small floppy breasts, the left nipple pierced. Her bottom end is dumpy and up close has a similar odor to a day old savory crepe consisting of oil soaked mushrooms and sharp cheddar, and I only know that because of the very events of this story, the very events to come. Shes not fat but in bad shape. She is the kind of girl who exclaims "I love you!" at the drop of a hat with no respect for the expression or the emotion and then waits awkwardly for you to respond "I love you too", like shes forcing you to say it.. Her personality is aggravating, she is loud clumsy and forceful. she wears clunky doc martins that scuff up her linoleum floors and knock over her horribly themed ash trays with every heavy step. She has a tendency to make me feel incredibly awkward by being whorishly forward with me despite my efforts to maintain a platonic non-physical relationship with her. Worst yet she always has klonopin or xanex.
{{(Before I tell this story I should probably come forward with a little history about my "friendship" with Hal. There had been one time when Hal brought over a full prescription of xanex bars and a bottle of wine. Needless to say I blacked out. That night I agreed to have sex with Hal even though I intensely regretted it the next morning. To give you some insight into how fucked up I really was that night, She was trying to get me to cum with 45 min of bashing her nasty pubic hair studded muff against my poor flaccid member and only gave up after she discovered I had dozed off.)}}
Now on the more recent evening Hal had klonopin and the drink was rum and vodka instead of wine. The evening started out fun, she had a few friends over whom I had not met before, we all drank, smoked pot, and laughed. Thats roughly the last thing I remember until I resurfaced from complete black out. Suddenly Hals ass was rubbing aggressively against my face and I was trying to push her off of me, but I couldn't I was incapacitated by my intoxication and her weight keeping me submissed as she essentially raped my face.... (back into black out) then I resurfaced with her passed out next to me. I hadn't fallen asleep it was approx. 4 am at this point. I roamed around her house trying to find a way out, found a bottle of vodka took it, found some cigarettes took them, and finally found the door and left. (black out)
resurface from black out with two homeless dudes in my apartment with me. One homeless dude was black, dressed like he was newly homeless with named brand clothes and semi-clean kicks. The other homeless dude was white sort of nerdy looking with shaggy hair and awful acne. I dont recall either of their names. The nerdy one was soaking his cotton filters in a tin cooker and unpacking two dirty syringes. I remeber him telling me I was going to get fucked up and I was responding with excitement because it had been 6 months since I had shot up. The black homeless dude was sleeping sitting up. The nerdy one drew from his cooker and said "here" coldly as he handed it to me. I asked "are you clean?" and he told me "yes I get tested every three months, I dont have anything I swear." So I believed him. I tried to hit myslelf poked a miss and it hurt. "These rigs are dull its gonna hurt" said the nerdy one. I was too fucked up to line up the shot and after another failed attempt I asked the nerdy one to shoot me up, he did and the rush was incredible I sank back and exhaled, the shit was fire. (black out... flashes of leaving the aprtment with only the nerdy homeless dude, coming back to the apartment because I was anxious leaving a stranger alone in my place....black out)
Resurface from black out waiting for the muni transit with the nerdy homeless dude, the black homeless dude had left us. The nerdy one and me were on the way to safeway to boost a couple bottles of liquor so we could score real dope instead of shooting filter remnants, at this point it is 7 am to 7:30 am. n e arrived at Safeway(black out). Resurface from black out: shoving a bottle of Jagermeister underneath my hoody and waltzing out of safeway. no problem. The nerdy one and I regrouped outside and put the bottles into his backpack and started walking back to the muni so we could get to the Tenderloin District to sell the bottles and score the dope. But I stopped and fell over. I couldnt go on anymore, I had probably taken 4 klonopin 2mg each, dranking two flask sized seagrams vodka, had a minimum of three shots of rum, shot up three times with some junkies dirty rigs and his filthy used cotton filters, and smoked plenty of weed (california). I told the nerdy one I had to leave so he wrote down my number and promised to give me my share of the dope from the liquor we boosted. (black out)
I woke up around 4 pm that day with 6 missed calls from a random number who I later discovered was the nerdy homeless dude trying to reach me, rape scratches from that disgusting cunt Hal, bruised track marks from the junkies dull rigs, and an angry voicemail from my girlfriend who was arriving at the airport later that evening. I still havent gotten tested and Ive had to hide my back and arms from my girlfriend for the last few days.
Lesson: Men can get raped too, don't mix your benzos with alcohol no matter how tempting it may be, once a needle fiend
always a needle fiend but we must try to resist.
