I thought this would be a fun topic, I haven't seen any other threads which discuss such matters so...
What MATERIAL items have you destroyed from being 'too high'?
I have a few different scenarios which come to mind.
I had this awesome Crooks and Castles hood a few years back when I was in the midst of a horrible benzodiazepine addiction. I had started my day with some xanax, probably around 4-6mg. Ended up taking about 10 of my friends lorazepams and going over to my chic friends house to party, or so I thought. Being very sociable, I ended up slamming down some vodka, and I asked about her so-called prescription to clonazepam. She ended up bringing out her so-called clonazepam pills. They were red?... Odd, I didn't think twice tho'. I busted 5 or 6 up and railed them away, hoping to get that minty feeling. Instead I wake up the next day covered in my vomit. From head to toe, wondering what the fuck happened. My hood was ruined, and I was so frustrated. I look at the pill bottle sitting on the table, it read... CLONIDINE. WTF! Needless to say, I probably would have passed out either way, at least then I could have hit the bathroom to vomit. -Sigh. Moral of that story is lucky I didn't asphyxiate or aspirate in my sleep.
Other story, My 98' Sentra...
This was my favorite car I have ever owned, small, stylish. And damn, those 10's looked good.. haha! I had just gotten off work and my buddy told me that he had just gotten some new MDMA in. He came over to my house, about 11 O'clock. Instead of trying the new stuff, I finished off the last of a two gram parcel. My buddy thought that the specific parcel he brought only had about 200mg left in it. To my surprise... it didn't. I just poured the parcel into my mouth blindly, we were sitting in my car outside my house listening to music, and about ten minutes later I started coming up and grinning. I then proceeded to sweat profusely, and I felt... too good? I asked my friend "How much fucking MDMA did I just take?" He looks at the parcel and goes, "Oh wow, I brought the wrong parcel, oops... I think this one had about half a gram left in it." I about shit bricks, and within 30 minutes I was beyond raging. I could barely see, and I started making out with my arm, haha! It was crazy because I knew I wasn't going to die, but I knew tomorrow was going to suck! We drove back to his place and he weighed out some normal caps, and gave them to me for the mistake. Then when we got back to my place, we sat back in my car and chatted up a storm whilst I grinded my teeth insanely and sweated like a fat chick at a rave. I asked him if it was normal to feel like I was going to get sick on that high of a dose, and he didn't know. Low and behold, I started tossing chunks, everywhere. On him, in my console, on my steering wheel, on my dash.. I didn't know what to do, so I just 'rolled' with it. And laughed. I ended up going in a few hours later covered in vomit, and crashing, hard. I wake up the next day with a few caps of MDMA in my pocket, feeling like a grey turd. My vision was fucked beyond any recognition, I could barely tell colors apart. I go to my car to find it covered in vomit... literally. Layers of silky looking vomit particles everywhere. Even in my damn backseat. I cleaned it up, but it was never the same. Haha, you live and learn tho'.
Lets hear some others stories!
Edit: I am a dumbass, and mispelled 'KNOW'... OH NOES!
What MATERIAL items have you destroyed from being 'too high'?
I have a few different scenarios which come to mind.
I had this awesome Crooks and Castles hood a few years back when I was in the midst of a horrible benzodiazepine addiction. I had started my day with some xanax, probably around 4-6mg. Ended up taking about 10 of my friends lorazepams and going over to my chic friends house to party, or so I thought. Being very sociable, I ended up slamming down some vodka, and I asked about her so-called prescription to clonazepam. She ended up bringing out her so-called clonazepam pills. They were red?... Odd, I didn't think twice tho'. I busted 5 or 6 up and railed them away, hoping to get that minty feeling. Instead I wake up the next day covered in my vomit. From head to toe, wondering what the fuck happened. My hood was ruined, and I was so frustrated. I look at the pill bottle sitting on the table, it read... CLONIDINE. WTF! Needless to say, I probably would have passed out either way, at least then I could have hit the bathroom to vomit. -Sigh. Moral of that story is lucky I didn't asphyxiate or aspirate in my sleep.
Other story, My 98' Sentra...
This was my favorite car I have ever owned, small, stylish. And damn, those 10's looked good.. haha! I had just gotten off work and my buddy told me that he had just gotten some new MDMA in. He came over to my house, about 11 O'clock. Instead of trying the new stuff, I finished off the last of a two gram parcel. My buddy thought that the specific parcel he brought only had about 200mg left in it. To my surprise... it didn't. I just poured the parcel into my mouth blindly, we were sitting in my car outside my house listening to music, and about ten minutes later I started coming up and grinning. I then proceeded to sweat profusely, and I felt... too good? I asked my friend "How much fucking MDMA did I just take?" He looks at the parcel and goes, "Oh wow, I brought the wrong parcel, oops... I think this one had about half a gram left in it." I about shit bricks, and within 30 minutes I was beyond raging. I could barely see, and I started making out with my arm, haha! It was crazy because I knew I wasn't going to die, but I knew tomorrow was going to suck! We drove back to his place and he weighed out some normal caps, and gave them to me for the mistake. Then when we got back to my place, we sat back in my car and chatted up a storm whilst I grinded my teeth insanely and sweated like a fat chick at a rave. I asked him if it was normal to feel like I was going to get sick on that high of a dose, and he didn't know. Low and behold, I started tossing chunks, everywhere. On him, in my console, on my steering wheel, on my dash.. I didn't know what to do, so I just 'rolled' with it. And laughed. I ended up going in a few hours later covered in vomit, and crashing, hard. I wake up the next day with a few caps of MDMA in my pocket, feeling like a grey turd. My vision was fucked beyond any recognition, I could barely tell colors apart. I go to my car to find it covered in vomit... literally. Layers of silky looking vomit particles everywhere. Even in my damn backseat. I cleaned it up, but it was never the same. Haha, you live and learn tho'.
Lets hear some others stories!
Edit: I am a dumbass, and mispelled 'KNOW'... OH NOES!
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