Well, I don't have a psychosis or OD story, but I've got some pretty messed up stories. HYPOTHETICAL stories
- One time me and 2 other friends were driving around a subdivision and we'd just got done smoking a bowl when we decided to cut some lines up on a frisbee (ya know, one of those discs made for frisbee golf). Well anyways, we get 3 fat lines cut and my buddy lets me get the first line (I'm sittin' in the passanger seat during this). So I'm holding the frisbee with my left hand and the shooter in my right and plugging my other nostril with my index finger. It was definitely a hand full for me but as soon as I got done with my line I looked up and noticed there was a cop sitting not even 30 yards in front of us. I've never once seen a cop just sitting on a side street so you can imagine how scared we were that he saw us, but by some stroke of luck, even though he was looking right ahead, he must've not seen us cause he didn't budge. My god, we lucked out big time and we went right back to my friend's house and decided to never do lines while driving again.
- Another time around December 20th this year, I had just picked up an 8ball with my buddy and this was somewhere around 8 mile in Detroit and I'm driving down this 2 lane road that has enough space for cars to park alongside the road. Well, as I was driving a guy in a van pulls out of his parking spot, cuts me off basically, and decided to drive about 15 mph, even though the speed limit was 35. Well, I got pretty pissed at this and sped up ahead of him and cut him off, and the minute I got ahead of his front bumper, sittin right there in a parking spot was a Detroit cop, and needless to say, he pulled me over for speeding. Not only do I have an 8th of coke in the car, but we'd just (as in not even 5 minutes before) clam baked my car, and had about an ounce and a half of weed on us. I quickly sprayed some Ozium, put away all the shit, and prayed to Buddha that he wouldn't search the car. By another stroke of luck, not only did he not mention anything about searching the car, but I was let off with a citation. After that experience I decided maybe it was a sign to stop doing coke, or something of that sort. I've cut down a lot, but haven't quit completely; I do it maybe once every weekend or so.
- And here's one last story about how low coke fiends will sink to get their hands on some blow. My 2 very good friends were fronted $240 to get ,I believe it was an ounce or so of shrooms. However, they decided it would be a better idea to steal the money and spend it all on coke, then do it all in one night. There's still this little rivalry going on between my 2 buddies and the idiots who fronted the money.
Well, there's a few stories if anyone needs a decent read. I didn't intend on writing that much, but speed will do that to ya I suppose
