There was an event back in June. It's a HUGE festival with a ton of DJ's and alot of DnB. It's probably one of the most amazing things a person could go too.
I remember my friend and I arriving there with our minds SET on getting some good Ecstasy. It started pouring down rain, it was HORRIBLE. All the DJ's stopped playing, it was storming, and it was a huge buzzkill. So my friend and I sat in a Porta-Potty [where many people were sheltered from the rain.], we sat in it for approx. 1 hour, or more? We were too sober at the time to not be pissed off. So we decided to take drastic measures. So we propped open the door of the porta-potty with our feet and almost every person who passed we would casually ask "So uhh. Do got any rolls?". Getting turned down many times, because they were looking for it as well. We decided since the rain was slowing down to get out and try our luck. We approached this guy and we asked if he had any. He said "Excuse me?" And we asked again, and he was like "OH. Hell yeah man, I'll hook you all up, I've got everything. Whatever you need, I got it." So I say "Step into our office." All three of us got into a porta-potty and made the deal. We were so desperate we took whatever he had. Which were single-stack Green Alligators, 20 bucks a pill. We could really care less, so we bought it anyway. The guy who supplied us was BEYOND generous. He said, "Before I leave, do you lovely girls want a few lines?". So the guy takes out a little velvet bag, and takes out probably...around an 8-ball of coke. So we each took around four or five lines. Then we took the pills. It had been 6 months since I last rolled, I quit on account of my mother being dissapointed in me. So the pill hit me pretty hard. The guy didn't lie when he said the pills were fire. My friend and I were rolling balls for about, 2 hours. It was ridiculous. I had 10 dollars left and I was determined to find good stuff, and maybe get a good deal.
While walking around for a while looking for some nice shit, MANYYYY random guys approached my friend and I and asked if we'd like to smoke blunts with them, and through-out the night they kept coming. Until we smoked about 7-8 blunts. Finally after about an hour or so, A guy came up to me asking if I knew where to find any stuff. Earlier I had met a guy who had some EXTREMELY sick shit. So I looked at the guy, who was already rolling and I said, "Okay, so I have 10 dollars. And I'm not rolling anymore, if I take you to this guy, could you try and get an extra thrown in, and I'll give you my 10?" So the guy was like, "Yeah your cute, of course I'll give it a try." So my friend and I lead this other guy to the one who had the rolls. The guy I met ended up getting a 10-pack and he explained and got an extra thrown in for 10. These pills, were probably the CRAZIEST I have ever had. They were strait from Canada, Red Bulls, Mescaline based. So I took mine and thanked the guy for being so awesome, and went on my merry way. My friend was upset that she didn't have any money, and wasn't rolling.
So we walked around to see if we could get any free shit, considering we had been getting ALOT of stuff for free that night. Then, a few hours later, the guy who had the Red Bulls came up to my friend and I. He comes up to us and says, "Hey well I'm leaving, and I don't feel like selling the rest of this shit, you two want them?" So of course, me rolling balls I say "HELL YES." Since I was positive they were kickass. My friend thought it was sketchy and when he put it in her hand she just dropped it on the ground. I looked at her like, WHAT THE FUCK? So I looked at her and I was like "JESUS CHRIST. Dude, this is the shit I got earlier, get that thing off the wet ground!" So noticing her stupidity she picked it up and we both went to the drinkstand to get Screwdrivers to wash the pills down. By that point, I was officially faced. The first time I had ever taken 3 pills. I couldn't even move. It was amazing. So my friend and I just skipped around talking to boys and associating with everyone. By around 6am when it was supposed to end, we were supposed to meet my mom. We were STILL rolling balls, like, not even coming down at all.
So we meet up with my mom, all wide-eyed and shit and went back to my hotel, also with my other friend who was there. Who is also the most ridiculous buzzkill on the earth. So we're sitting in the car and my mom drops us off at the hotel. But her and my friend who was rolling dissappeared. Apparently, they went into town to get donuts. Well, I was COMPLETELY not in the right mind-state back at the hotel, I was just rambling on and on to my sober friend about how great of a time I had. She basically just brushed me off and ignored me. So that pretty much gave me an even better reason to go wander around the hotel. I was mildly tripping off the mescaline in the pills, but it was a nice effect. So I'm walking around and I see a group of all these raver kids. They call me over and I start talking to them for a while. I just told my sober friend that I was just going to go hang out with some people. Well, they ended up deciding they didn't want to stay at the hotel and they left. Well, I sat in front of my door with my feet hanging through the fence of the balcony letting the rain fall on my feet.
Then I see one of the raver boys I had just met a few moments before, and he yells to me, "Hey! Come hang out with us! We'll have you back whenever you need to be." So I thought, hey he's cute, he doesn't seem so bad. And, he was with these two weird chicks all messed up on acid. So we decide to drive to Manassas to this after-party that apparently was going to be there. But then the two girls decide they want to go back home. And home just so happens to be about 2 hours away in DC. So I, still fucking rolling, am just like, whatever, they'll get me back sometime today. So, we get to this house, and I had started talking to the boy I met, he was really awesome. As soon as we walk into the house, he looks at me and says, "Your now, in probably one of the biggest drug houses in DC." I just thought, wow. We walk into the kitchen and one of the guys who lived there was just casually cooking ketamine on the stove. When it was done and cooled off they just looked at me, and they were like, "You want a couple lines?". Well of course I said yes, because I'm never afraid to try anything new. So, generously, they give me like, 3 nice sized lines. So I start feeling it, and it's the most insane feeling. I could barely move. I sat down with the boy, and he gives me a cigarette, and I'm just like, completely unable to like, function correctly. He looks at me and he says "So I just realized I had something incredibly illegal with me when we were driving here. " He pulls out an empty cigarette pack and takes out a little bag of about 7 e pills. They were Pink Anchors I believeee. He hands one to me and says "I think I owe you this, I mean seriously, your a fucking awesome chick and we basically kidnapped you." So I took it, and washed it down with a beer.
I was still rolling from the 3 I took at the event. So basically, I ended up hanging out at this house for two days, doing muchmuchmuch K, and smoking many bongs, I just really could have given a shit less about anything. Then the two girls who were on acid started getting pissy. So they tell me to dial 411 and get all the numbers for the Days Inn at Glenn Burnie in Baltimore. None of which I was able to get a hold of my mom. At that point, I was freaking out. So I call my godmother back in WV and find out that my mom had called the cops, and filed a missing persons report. Then this random guy who showed up at the house said he would give me a ride because he worked in Baltimore. Thank god. I got back to the hotel, got greeted with hugs and kisses and all that shit. Then My friend, my mom and I rolled a joint and smoked it in our non-smoking hotel room.
I got grounded for like, 4 weeks.
But I think it was all worth it.
Haha.
[edit : snipped the event names out of the report - meanie]
I remember my friend and I arriving there with our minds SET on getting some good Ecstasy. It started pouring down rain, it was HORRIBLE. All the DJ's stopped playing, it was storming, and it was a huge buzzkill. So my friend and I sat in a Porta-Potty [where many people were sheltered from the rain.], we sat in it for approx. 1 hour, or more? We were too sober at the time to not be pissed off. So we decided to take drastic measures. So we propped open the door of the porta-potty with our feet and almost every person who passed we would casually ask "So uhh. Do got any rolls?". Getting turned down many times, because they were looking for it as well. We decided since the rain was slowing down to get out and try our luck. We approached this guy and we asked if he had any. He said "Excuse me?" And we asked again, and he was like "OH. Hell yeah man, I'll hook you all up, I've got everything. Whatever you need, I got it." So I say "Step into our office." All three of us got into a porta-potty and made the deal. We were so desperate we took whatever he had. Which were single-stack Green Alligators, 20 bucks a pill. We could really care less, so we bought it anyway. The guy who supplied us was BEYOND generous. He said, "Before I leave, do you lovely girls want a few lines?". So the guy takes out a little velvet bag, and takes out probably...around an 8-ball of coke. So we each took around four or five lines. Then we took the pills. It had been 6 months since I last rolled, I quit on account of my mother being dissapointed in me. So the pill hit me pretty hard. The guy didn't lie when he said the pills were fire. My friend and I were rolling balls for about, 2 hours. It was ridiculous. I had 10 dollars left and I was determined to find good stuff, and maybe get a good deal.
While walking around for a while looking for some nice shit, MANYYYY random guys approached my friend and I and asked if we'd like to smoke blunts with them, and through-out the night they kept coming. Until we smoked about 7-8 blunts. Finally after about an hour or so, A guy came up to me asking if I knew where to find any stuff. Earlier I had met a guy who had some EXTREMELY sick shit. So I looked at the guy, who was already rolling and I said, "Okay, so I have 10 dollars. And I'm not rolling anymore, if I take you to this guy, could you try and get an extra thrown in, and I'll give you my 10?" So the guy was like, "Yeah your cute, of course I'll give it a try." So my friend and I lead this other guy to the one who had the rolls. The guy I met ended up getting a 10-pack and he explained and got an extra thrown in for 10. These pills, were probably the CRAZIEST I have ever had. They were strait from Canada, Red Bulls, Mescaline based. So I took mine and thanked the guy for being so awesome, and went on my merry way. My friend was upset that she didn't have any money, and wasn't rolling.
So we walked around to see if we could get any free shit, considering we had been getting ALOT of stuff for free that night. Then, a few hours later, the guy who had the Red Bulls came up to my friend and I. He comes up to us and says, "Hey well I'm leaving, and I don't feel like selling the rest of this shit, you two want them?" So of course, me rolling balls I say "HELL YES." Since I was positive they were kickass. My friend thought it was sketchy and when he put it in her hand she just dropped it on the ground. I looked at her like, WHAT THE FUCK? So I looked at her and I was like "JESUS CHRIST. Dude, this is the shit I got earlier, get that thing off the wet ground!" So noticing her stupidity she picked it up and we both went to the drinkstand to get Screwdrivers to wash the pills down. By that point, I was officially faced. The first time I had ever taken 3 pills. I couldn't even move. It was amazing. So my friend and I just skipped around talking to boys and associating with everyone. By around 6am when it was supposed to end, we were supposed to meet my mom. We were STILL rolling balls, like, not even coming down at all.
So we meet up with my mom, all wide-eyed and shit and went back to my hotel, also with my other friend who was there. Who is also the most ridiculous buzzkill on the earth. So we're sitting in the car and my mom drops us off at the hotel. But her and my friend who was rolling dissappeared. Apparently, they went into town to get donuts. Well, I was COMPLETELY not in the right mind-state back at the hotel, I was just rambling on and on to my sober friend about how great of a time I had. She basically just brushed me off and ignored me. So that pretty much gave me an even better reason to go wander around the hotel. I was mildly tripping off the mescaline in the pills, but it was a nice effect. So I'm walking around and I see a group of all these raver kids. They call me over and I start talking to them for a while. I just told my sober friend that I was just going to go hang out with some people. Well, they ended up deciding they didn't want to stay at the hotel and they left. Well, I sat in front of my door with my feet hanging through the fence of the balcony letting the rain fall on my feet.
Then I see one of the raver boys I had just met a few moments before, and he yells to me, "Hey! Come hang out with us! We'll have you back whenever you need to be." So I thought, hey he's cute, he doesn't seem so bad. And, he was with these two weird chicks all messed up on acid. So we decide to drive to Manassas to this after-party that apparently was going to be there. But then the two girls decide they want to go back home. And home just so happens to be about 2 hours away in DC. So I, still fucking rolling, am just like, whatever, they'll get me back sometime today. So, we get to this house, and I had started talking to the boy I met, he was really awesome. As soon as we walk into the house, he looks at me and says, "Your now, in probably one of the biggest drug houses in DC." I just thought, wow. We walk into the kitchen and one of the guys who lived there was just casually cooking ketamine on the stove. When it was done and cooled off they just looked at me, and they were like, "You want a couple lines?". Well of course I said yes, because I'm never afraid to try anything new. So, generously, they give me like, 3 nice sized lines. So I start feeling it, and it's the most insane feeling. I could barely move. I sat down with the boy, and he gives me a cigarette, and I'm just like, completely unable to like, function correctly. He looks at me and he says "So I just realized I had something incredibly illegal with me when we were driving here. " He pulls out an empty cigarette pack and takes out a little bag of about 7 e pills. They were Pink Anchors I believeee. He hands one to me and says "I think I owe you this, I mean seriously, your a fucking awesome chick and we basically kidnapped you." So I took it, and washed it down with a beer.
I was still rolling from the 3 I took at the event. So basically, I ended up hanging out at this house for two days, doing muchmuchmuch K, and smoking many bongs, I just really could have given a shit less about anything. Then the two girls who were on acid started getting pissy. So they tell me to dial 411 and get all the numbers for the Days Inn at Glenn Burnie in Baltimore. None of which I was able to get a hold of my mom. At that point, I was freaking out. So I call my godmother back in WV and find out that my mom had called the cops, and filed a missing persons report. Then this random guy who showed up at the house said he would give me a ride because he worked in Baltimore. Thank god. I got back to the hotel, got greeted with hugs and kisses and all that shit. Then My friend, my mom and I rolled a joint and smoked it in our non-smoking hotel room.
I got grounded for like, 4 weeks.
But I think it was all worth it.
Haha.
[edit : snipped the event names out of the report - meanie]
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