Hiss
Bluelighter
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- Jun 30, 2005
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I've been piecing the events of friday nite together slowly. It was insane, it was dangerous, it was extreme:
First off, my friend S comes over with his stash of stuff. We had planned all week to get real fucked up friday, because we both finished 2 hard college exams the few days earlier. What better way to unlearn all that crammed test material?
He comes to my apartment as planned with a quarter shrooms, gram of K, 8th of pot, and a few blue valiums. I had stocked up on a case of beer. Its not that we planned on using all this stuff.. we just wanted to do what we were in the mood for. Surely didn't plan on using most everything...
It was 7pm. We sit down and watch The Elegant Universe, which talks about string theory, while smoking some pipes and having a beer. After the beer kicks in, I get in the mood to injest whatever my friend will give me. He asks if I want a rail of K. "Yea!" So up the nose it goes, ooh that fucking hurts. I put on a porno for a background display while we laugh and say stupid stuff.
"Hey S, I dare you to throw a beer can at the next moving car!" (one of my windows is right next to a main road). "Only if you do it with me!" So here we are, on a bunch of K and beer, feeling all floaty and weird, sitting by my 2nd story window ready to throw a crushed empty beer can at the next car. And we do... I didn't lead the target enough and it missed the car by 20 feet, yet S put a spiral on his and it floats in front of the car, narrowly missing the windshield. They hit the brakes and blow the horn loudly! We are like oh shit and close the window, then laugh hysterically. I believe we have 2 more beers before S pulls out the quarter of shrooms and gives me a look. Without saying a word, I smile wildly.
We split them directly in half. Normally, I would be a tad nervous doing such an amount, but thanks to some false confidence and inhibition from the beers, I don't give a fuck and look forward to an amazing trip...
By this time, my sense of time was fucked, probably from the K, so I can only guess this was somewhere between 10 and 12 we took the 8th each. Then he pulls out another 2 rails of K! "You're killin me S!" I snort the rail and soon feel very very odd.. K mixing with the oncoming of the shrooms felt threatening to my sanity. Suddenly I become very anxious because I have to piss very bad, yet I have a shared bathroom with this weird guy who lives across from me, and I did NOT, at all costs want to run into him.
I stumble to my kitchen and find an empty 2 liter bottle, and tell S not to come in. I fill it half way up at least then pour it down the sink, spilling some on my dishes which freaked me out even more than it should have. I walk back to the couch where S sits, looking zombified. I walk like a robot.
"Man I'm fucking fucked up" I state, trying to get a reaction from him. "yea" he mumbles, it looks like he almost closes his eyes. Then all in a sudden, I get this huge energy burst, its like the anxiety energy turned into euphoric energy. "I think its time to fuckin party!" I go get 2 beers and pop them open but S won't move. I end up chugging them both down in around 10 minutes and then, I have to puke REAL bad. I do the first thing that comes to mind, exit my apartment and go out into the hallway, and head to the bathroom. I fall on my knees halfway there, and just let it fly. There was no holding back. So now I had this mess in my hands, out in vulnerable territory. I go get paper towels and stumble back out and wipe it up half assed, then just as I'm about to go back in, the hallmate strange man comes out...
He glares at me as I sit on my knees, wiping the yellowish stain off the grey carpet. I get this rush of fear, and say "i had an accident". He looks at me like hes going to kill me. Red horns appear and dissapear from his head. Evil shoots from his eyes to mine. I think I'm going to piss myself, then he says "Are you ok?" totally eliminating the visions and thoughts I was having about him. "Yea, I'm be fine, bust lad enof beer" I lose the ability to talk right and it scares me. "That sucks. Just keep the volume down and there won't be trouble" then he goes back into his apartment. Fucking ass, I think.
I stumble back into my place, with the stain remaining. S is looking out the window, his eyes look insane. "I just saw a cop look at me!" he says. I don't believe him but pretend to. He sits down and has this really crazy look in his wide eyes. "FUCK THIS!" he yells, and pulls out his drug bag, gets out 5 valiums at least (looked like a nice handfull) and pops them all, and grabs an empty beer can to wash them down, realizes there wasn't any beer in there, then just starts chewing them.
Damn, I think. This isn't fun at all. I feel like I start to slip through the floor.. here things get real hazy. I remember being in a very odd state of mind, very disconnected, when there was a knock at the door. I saw S get it, and it was my hallmate. He said "Get the fuck out here (my name) and finish cleaning this up now!" All I mumble is "not now", somehow able to react to this threat, probably cause it triggered some adrenaline. "Yes now, get out here now!"
"He said not now!" S stuttered. "OK, I'm calling the fucking landlord, if you don't" now. I get up and stumble to the door, it must have been an odd scary sight for him. "FUCK YOU!" and I grab the door off S, who was still holding it open, and slam it on him. It would have hit him (the hallmate) if he didn't jerk back. I come to a little bit and ask S what time it is. He says 2am. Then I start to get real agitated about what just happened. I realized I will have made a grudge that would be awkward and difficult. So my solution was clear...
"S, listen..." (I explain to him the above, about how I created a very troubling situation that will give me anxiety for a long time)... "so can I get some of that K and valium so I can forget about it for tonite?"
"Help yourself" and he throws me the bag of K and valiums! I was relieved! So I pour out 2 huge lines and take 30mg valium. I sniff the first line, grabbing my nose in pain. Then offer him the other, he declines so I vaccuum it up too. The next thing I realize, is I'm in a very vulnerable situation...
To explain this linearly, from my point of view is impossible so I will piece together the story from me and S. I get up off the floor and stumble over to the door and try to open it and fail. S, being less fucked up by now (somehow not passed out) runs over and opens the door for me, thinking I have to puke. But I don't run to the bathroom. I go to my hallmate's door and pound on it. S whispers loudly "get the fuck back here!" but its too late, the hallmate opens the door. "What the fuck do you want!?" he bellows. "I jusht wnt to say, lets not have grudges, (and more less coherent things)...
"Get the fuck back over there," he says, according to S sounding half friendly. I then yelled "NOOO!" and hit my hallmate in the head and arm, once each, very hard![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
.. he then punches me in the head, knocking me off balance and wham, i hit the floor...
I wake up (or my memory starts working again) on the couch, very sore and dizzy. S was sitting next to me. "He says he'll consider it even if you clean up the stain by morning, but he doesn't ever want to see or talk to you again"... This was good news to me... I stumbled out and got the stain 90% clean.
Then we pass out after a few (more) beers to end the crazy night. I wake up around 5pm, feeling like dehydrated shit. S was gone. I was alone and felt lousy.
I might add more interesting, more specific details later.. its still kind of hazy.
First off, my friend S comes over with his stash of stuff. We had planned all week to get real fucked up friday, because we both finished 2 hard college exams the few days earlier. What better way to unlearn all that crammed test material?
He comes to my apartment as planned with a quarter shrooms, gram of K, 8th of pot, and a few blue valiums. I had stocked up on a case of beer. Its not that we planned on using all this stuff.. we just wanted to do what we were in the mood for. Surely didn't plan on using most everything...
It was 7pm. We sit down and watch The Elegant Universe, which talks about string theory, while smoking some pipes and having a beer. After the beer kicks in, I get in the mood to injest whatever my friend will give me. He asks if I want a rail of K. "Yea!" So up the nose it goes, ooh that fucking hurts. I put on a porno for a background display while we laugh and say stupid stuff.
"Hey S, I dare you to throw a beer can at the next moving car!" (one of my windows is right next to a main road). "Only if you do it with me!" So here we are, on a bunch of K and beer, feeling all floaty and weird, sitting by my 2nd story window ready to throw a crushed empty beer can at the next car. And we do... I didn't lead the target enough and it missed the car by 20 feet, yet S put a spiral on his and it floats in front of the car, narrowly missing the windshield. They hit the brakes and blow the horn loudly! We are like oh shit and close the window, then laugh hysterically. I believe we have 2 more beers before S pulls out the quarter of shrooms and gives me a look. Without saying a word, I smile wildly.
We split them directly in half. Normally, I would be a tad nervous doing such an amount, but thanks to some false confidence and inhibition from the beers, I don't give a fuck and look forward to an amazing trip...
By this time, my sense of time was fucked, probably from the K, so I can only guess this was somewhere between 10 and 12 we took the 8th each. Then he pulls out another 2 rails of K! "You're killin me S!" I snort the rail and soon feel very very odd.. K mixing with the oncoming of the shrooms felt threatening to my sanity. Suddenly I become very anxious because I have to piss very bad, yet I have a shared bathroom with this weird guy who lives across from me, and I did NOT, at all costs want to run into him.
I stumble to my kitchen and find an empty 2 liter bottle, and tell S not to come in. I fill it half way up at least then pour it down the sink, spilling some on my dishes which freaked me out even more than it should have. I walk back to the couch where S sits, looking zombified. I walk like a robot.
"Man I'm fucking fucked up" I state, trying to get a reaction from him. "yea" he mumbles, it looks like he almost closes his eyes. Then all in a sudden, I get this huge energy burst, its like the anxiety energy turned into euphoric energy. "I think its time to fuckin party!" I go get 2 beers and pop them open but S won't move. I end up chugging them both down in around 10 minutes and then, I have to puke REAL bad. I do the first thing that comes to mind, exit my apartment and go out into the hallway, and head to the bathroom. I fall on my knees halfway there, and just let it fly. There was no holding back. So now I had this mess in my hands, out in vulnerable territory. I go get paper towels and stumble back out and wipe it up half assed, then just as I'm about to go back in, the hallmate strange man comes out...
He glares at me as I sit on my knees, wiping the yellowish stain off the grey carpet. I get this rush of fear, and say "i had an accident". He looks at me like hes going to kill me. Red horns appear and dissapear from his head. Evil shoots from his eyes to mine. I think I'm going to piss myself, then he says "Are you ok?" totally eliminating the visions and thoughts I was having about him. "Yea, I'm be fine, bust lad enof beer" I lose the ability to talk right and it scares me. "That sucks. Just keep the volume down and there won't be trouble" then he goes back into his apartment. Fucking ass, I think.
I stumble back into my place, with the stain remaining. S is looking out the window, his eyes look insane. "I just saw a cop look at me!" he says. I don't believe him but pretend to. He sits down and has this really crazy look in his wide eyes. "FUCK THIS!" he yells, and pulls out his drug bag, gets out 5 valiums at least (looked like a nice handfull) and pops them all, and grabs an empty beer can to wash them down, realizes there wasn't any beer in there, then just starts chewing them.
Damn, I think. This isn't fun at all. I feel like I start to slip through the floor.. here things get real hazy. I remember being in a very odd state of mind, very disconnected, when there was a knock at the door. I saw S get it, and it was my hallmate. He said "Get the fuck out here (my name) and finish cleaning this up now!" All I mumble is "not now", somehow able to react to this threat, probably cause it triggered some adrenaline. "Yes now, get out here now!"
"He said not now!" S stuttered. "OK, I'm calling the fucking landlord, if you don't" now. I get up and stumble to the door, it must have been an odd scary sight for him. "FUCK YOU!" and I grab the door off S, who was still holding it open, and slam it on him. It would have hit him (the hallmate) if he didn't jerk back. I come to a little bit and ask S what time it is. He says 2am. Then I start to get real agitated about what just happened. I realized I will have made a grudge that would be awkward and difficult. So my solution was clear...
"S, listen..." (I explain to him the above, about how I created a very troubling situation that will give me anxiety for a long time)... "so can I get some of that K and valium so I can forget about it for tonite?"
"Help yourself" and he throws me the bag of K and valiums! I was relieved! So I pour out 2 huge lines and take 30mg valium. I sniff the first line, grabbing my nose in pain. Then offer him the other, he declines so I vaccuum it up too. The next thing I realize, is I'm in a very vulnerable situation...
To explain this linearly, from my point of view is impossible so I will piece together the story from me and S. I get up off the floor and stumble over to the door and try to open it and fail. S, being less fucked up by now (somehow not passed out) runs over and opens the door for me, thinking I have to puke. But I don't run to the bathroom. I go to my hallmate's door and pound on it. S whispers loudly "get the fuck back here!" but its too late, the hallmate opens the door. "What the fuck do you want!?" he bellows. "I jusht wnt to say, lets not have grudges, (and more less coherent things)...
"Get the fuck back over there," he says, according to S sounding half friendly. I then yelled "NOOO!" and hit my hallmate in the head and arm, once each, very hard
.. he then punches me in the head, knocking me off balance and wham, i hit the floor...I wake up (or my memory starts working again) on the couch, very sore and dizzy. S was sitting next to me. "He says he'll consider it even if you clean up the stain by morning, but he doesn't ever want to see or talk to you again"... This was good news to me... I stumbled out and got the stain 90% clean.
Then we pass out after a few (more) beers to end the crazy night. I wake up around 5pm, feeling like dehydrated shit. S was gone. I was alone and felt lousy.
I might add more interesting, more specific details later.. its still kind of hazy.
I don't get the fun in throwing cans to the cars.
