Legion Kreinak
Greenlighter
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- Nov 12, 2006
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I'm new here, so I'll start by giving my drug background. This will lay a base so I can fill you all in on other trips on DXM I've had (my main drug, if you saw my introduction). In 10th grade, I met a friend. His name was James. I loved how the tag for ROOR Bongs looked, so I wrote it across the board first period, before the teacher came in. He walked up and wrote it again, and said "No, no, this is how you do it." He was the weird kid who sat in back, wearing all black, sunglasses, long blonde hair, but extremely gifted, and it showed when he spoke.
We wound up being incredibly similar, and we hit off an amazing friendship from that day on. Our outlook on so many things was similar. The difference was, I'm outgoing and you find me in any group, anywhere - I always fit in wherever I went. I didn't hang only with "jocks" or "burnouts" - I was everywhere. I had (er, still have) my own style, and was always looked at as being unique. The same was true of James, and we learned a lot from one another. Our styles and attitudes blended - it was eerie.
Anyway, I was straight-edge at this point. I hated the idea of drugs. I was big into physical training. I love to fight, MMA and olympic weightlifting were grand hobbies of mine. I felt anything that deterred me from that path as a fighter was a waste. James had been blazing (smoking weed), smoking cigarettes, and drinking since he was a teenager. His mom smoked with him, they got along great, and she was always really mellow.
At first, when we'd hang out (our idea of going out was wandering out after midnight into trails and woods near us, ranting - something I still do to this day, 'cause malls, clubs, and bars just fucking piss me off - I tend to hate people, I'm way too cynical, and I can't stand the general population. Too much ignorance, too much incompetence) he'd try to get me to smoke. I was against it, but I did wind up drinking. Blackberry brandy was my first alcoholic drink ever, aside from sips of beef from my dad as a kid.
His mom bought us alcohol routinely. First night I drank, I had a pint of blackberry brandy to myself. I went through it all. No issues. I hold my alcohol like an elephant (which helps, 'cause I have a lot of leeway when mixing stuff and fucking around). I managed to stay in complete control, as well. Needless to say, he was impressed. After a few weeks, I decided to smoke. He laughed as my lung cherry was popped, and from then on it was drinking + smoking night after night. Such good times. This started from late September (beginning of the 10th grade year) and continued until March (roughly) of that same year.
Eventually, my friend Christina (we called her CC), a senior, told me that you could drink cough syrup and get wasted. Now, the funny thing is, I remember loving the taste of Robitussin as a kid. I also recall drinking much more than I was supposed to when I was younger (certainly not even a 4 oz. bottle, but enough that I may have gone to a light first plateau without knowing it), so I was intrigued. I loved getting wasted, my training fell to the wayside over all those months and I said "FUCK IT, let's go get some!".
So off we went, middle of the school day (oh yes, I'd routinely leave school to get wasted and hang out with people - I preferred flirting with numerous girls and getting trashed to school - it was too easy, anyway, and I managed to pull A's from my ass without even showing up - but they wouldn't pass me 'cause I didn't have the "seat time". You know, 'cause it fucking makes a difference) to find some Robitussin. At this point, I had no clue whether it was safe or unsafe, she told me you needed a certain kind, but I didn't care - I wanted to get ripped off my ass.
So down to the local pharmacy, picked up a 4 oz. bottle of Maximum Strength Robitussin Cough - it happened to be the right one. On the drive back to school (a few blocks, oddly enough) - I pounded down the syrup. She was disgusted, but laughed. Ahh, I'm gettling all tingly remembering this. Such great times.![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
Anyway, I was hanging out at "the bump" (the speed bump that divided school property to the streets in front of it, where kids went to smoke cigarettes on their breaks or whatever) with a few friends. I was desperate to trip, and CC told everyone what I drank. Everyone tried to fuck with me. She told me if I touched a water bottle I'd get pregnant. Then someone threw one at me. Of course, I'm sure everyone knows how it is to want to believe you're fucked up, so you play it up - which is what I did.
This kid Phil (heavyset kid, funny as all hell, in my grade) and Omry (awesome Israeli with awesome instrumental skills) started fucking with me, standing one in front of the other, seeing if I saw them as a creature with four arms.
This was over the course of a period - 42 minutes. Nothing happened, and I knew it, but I pretended it did. I got frustrated and decided to go to at least ONE CLASS for the day. 7th period started, science. I went, despite wanting to hang out with some girls I was partial to at the time, who happened to be off. Amazing, I actually was responsible some times.
So partly into the class, I started to feel a bit dizzy. Now, I didn't think it had to do with the DXM - I just figured it was a rumor that turned out to be false. Drinking cough syrup to get high? PFFT!
I asked if I could leave, and the teacher (who loved me, she was awesome) said I could. She asked me to bring back food, since she knew I wouldn't go to the nurse or bathroom, but go hang out with friends in the cafeteria. She commented on me looking green.
So I stumbled there, sat down with these two girls Christina (not CC) and Jackie. I layed my head down and put on my music. I found it sounded incredible. Next thing I knew, I fell sideways from the bench onto the floor. I sprung up, confused. They laughed, asked if I was fucked up. I told them no, but then CC came through telling them what I was doing. I started to get EXTREMELY hyper. It was either the sugar rush from the syrup, or the DXM itself. Either way, I still get that when I drink the syrup now - next time I extract, I'll have to pay closer attention to the onset.
Anyway, I wound up being watched by a few of my friends as I ran around the school doing retarded things - but no matter how stupid it'd be sober, it was extravagant. With my music carrying me along, I was set. Eventually, school ended, and I went with CC, Leigh and this Russian girl Ksenia (all older than me) to Ksenia's house. CC drove, and there they made me watch SLC Punk, 'cause they figured it'd be good while I was tripping.
Ksenia had a CD Tower that was made wazy. I freaked out, thinking it was my mind playing tricks on me. Everything amused me. I was extremely euphoric (go figure, I was on drugs and euphoric!), and having a great time. Conversations came alive, I felt so into everyone - not sexually, just loving every word uttered amongst the group.
Eventually, Ksenia realized I was high. She hated drugs. Her brother died in a car crash (I think that was the story) and he was high while driving. She was against weed. She didn't know I was on DXM, but she didn't care. She freaked out, got pissed CC let me come into her house like that without telling her -- sooo, we left. Went to CC's car, backed out of the driveway - BAM. Right into this guy's pickup truck. It was parked, and no one saw, mind you, but her trunk was busted up. She drove off in a panic.
We (Leigh and I) wound up having to comfort CC for awhile, 'cause she was freaking out about how her father would beat her if he found out what happened. Now, I think that's bullshit to this day. Though I never met her parents, she was the type to exaggerate. But, whatever. The funny thing was, I was wasted one minute, and the next, seemed entirely sober. We eventually hammered out the dent so it didn't look so bad, and she dropped me off home.
Not the most exciting trip to write about, but none really are - you need to be there, and even more - you need to be me in order to realize how important these memories are.
One thing I noticed, and Leigh commented on, was how fast I snapped out of my high. I was good at this when stoned or drunk - I'd be stumbling through a thorn bush one second, slurring my speech and singing about pirates (yeah, I was retarded - but it's great), and talking completely normally on the phone with my mother when she'd call me, asking when I'd be home the next. DXM was special, though. Maybe I didn't realize how special then, but it would later become my ambrosia.
So yeah, that's my huge post introducing you all to my drug background. I'll share tons of random stories here and document trips, just for fun. It's nice to reminisce anyway, ya' know?
If anyone wants to comment, you're more than welcome. Or PM me. Or whatever.
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We wound up being incredibly similar, and we hit off an amazing friendship from that day on. Our outlook on so many things was similar. The difference was, I'm outgoing and you find me in any group, anywhere - I always fit in wherever I went. I didn't hang only with "jocks" or "burnouts" - I was everywhere. I had (er, still have) my own style, and was always looked at as being unique. The same was true of James, and we learned a lot from one another. Our styles and attitudes blended - it was eerie.
Anyway, I was straight-edge at this point. I hated the idea of drugs. I was big into physical training. I love to fight, MMA and olympic weightlifting were grand hobbies of mine. I felt anything that deterred me from that path as a fighter was a waste. James had been blazing (smoking weed), smoking cigarettes, and drinking since he was a teenager. His mom smoked with him, they got along great, and she was always really mellow.
At first, when we'd hang out (our idea of going out was wandering out after midnight into trails and woods near us, ranting - something I still do to this day, 'cause malls, clubs, and bars just fucking piss me off - I tend to hate people, I'm way too cynical, and I can't stand the general population. Too much ignorance, too much incompetence) he'd try to get me to smoke. I was against it, but I did wind up drinking. Blackberry brandy was my first alcoholic drink ever, aside from sips of beef from my dad as a kid.
His mom bought us alcohol routinely. First night I drank, I had a pint of blackberry brandy to myself. I went through it all. No issues. I hold my alcohol like an elephant (which helps, 'cause I have a lot of leeway when mixing stuff and fucking around). I managed to stay in complete control, as well. Needless to say, he was impressed. After a few weeks, I decided to smoke. He laughed as my lung cherry was popped, and from then on it was drinking + smoking night after night. Such good times. This started from late September (beginning of the 10th grade year) and continued until March (roughly) of that same year.
Eventually, my friend Christina (we called her CC), a senior, told me that you could drink cough syrup and get wasted. Now, the funny thing is, I remember loving the taste of Robitussin as a kid. I also recall drinking much more than I was supposed to when I was younger (certainly not even a 4 oz. bottle, but enough that I may have gone to a light first plateau without knowing it), so I was intrigued. I loved getting wasted, my training fell to the wayside over all those months and I said "FUCK IT, let's go get some!".
So off we went, middle of the school day (oh yes, I'd routinely leave school to get wasted and hang out with people - I preferred flirting with numerous girls and getting trashed to school - it was too easy, anyway, and I managed to pull A's from my ass without even showing up - but they wouldn't pass me 'cause I didn't have the "seat time". You know, 'cause it fucking makes a difference) to find some Robitussin. At this point, I had no clue whether it was safe or unsafe, she told me you needed a certain kind, but I didn't care - I wanted to get ripped off my ass.
So down to the local pharmacy, picked up a 4 oz. bottle of Maximum Strength Robitussin Cough - it happened to be the right one. On the drive back to school (a few blocks, oddly enough) - I pounded down the syrup. She was disgusted, but laughed. Ahh, I'm gettling all tingly remembering this. Such great times.
Anyway, I was hanging out at "the bump" (the speed bump that divided school property to the streets in front of it, where kids went to smoke cigarettes on their breaks or whatever) with a few friends. I was desperate to trip, and CC told everyone what I drank. Everyone tried to fuck with me. She told me if I touched a water bottle I'd get pregnant. Then someone threw one at me. Of course, I'm sure everyone knows how it is to want to believe you're fucked up, so you play it up - which is what I did.
This kid Phil (heavyset kid, funny as all hell, in my grade) and Omry (awesome Israeli with awesome instrumental skills) started fucking with me, standing one in front of the other, seeing if I saw them as a creature with four arms.
This was over the course of a period - 42 minutes. Nothing happened, and I knew it, but I pretended it did. I got frustrated and decided to go to at least ONE CLASS for the day. 7th period started, science. I went, despite wanting to hang out with some girls I was partial to at the time, who happened to be off. Amazing, I actually was responsible some times.
So partly into the class, I started to feel a bit dizzy. Now, I didn't think it had to do with the DXM - I just figured it was a rumor that turned out to be false. Drinking cough syrup to get high? PFFT!
I asked if I could leave, and the teacher (who loved me, she was awesome) said I could. She asked me to bring back food, since she knew I wouldn't go to the nurse or bathroom, but go hang out with friends in the cafeteria. She commented on me looking green.
So I stumbled there, sat down with these two girls Christina (not CC) and Jackie. I layed my head down and put on my music. I found it sounded incredible. Next thing I knew, I fell sideways from the bench onto the floor. I sprung up, confused. They laughed, asked if I was fucked up. I told them no, but then CC came through telling them what I was doing. I started to get EXTREMELY hyper. It was either the sugar rush from the syrup, or the DXM itself. Either way, I still get that when I drink the syrup now - next time I extract, I'll have to pay closer attention to the onset.
Anyway, I wound up being watched by a few of my friends as I ran around the school doing retarded things - but no matter how stupid it'd be sober, it was extravagant. With my music carrying me along, I was set. Eventually, school ended, and I went with CC, Leigh and this Russian girl Ksenia (all older than me) to Ksenia's house. CC drove, and there they made me watch SLC Punk, 'cause they figured it'd be good while I was tripping.
Ksenia had a CD Tower that was made wazy. I freaked out, thinking it was my mind playing tricks on me. Everything amused me. I was extremely euphoric (go figure, I was on drugs and euphoric!), and having a great time. Conversations came alive, I felt so into everyone - not sexually, just loving every word uttered amongst the group.
Eventually, Ksenia realized I was high. She hated drugs. Her brother died in a car crash (I think that was the story) and he was high while driving. She was against weed. She didn't know I was on DXM, but she didn't care. She freaked out, got pissed CC let me come into her house like that without telling her -- sooo, we left. Went to CC's car, backed out of the driveway - BAM. Right into this guy's pickup truck. It was parked, and no one saw, mind you, but her trunk was busted up. She drove off in a panic.
We (Leigh and I) wound up having to comfort CC for awhile, 'cause she was freaking out about how her father would beat her if he found out what happened. Now, I think that's bullshit to this day. Though I never met her parents, she was the type to exaggerate. But, whatever. The funny thing was, I was wasted one minute, and the next, seemed entirely sober. We eventually hammered out the dent so it didn't look so bad, and she dropped me off home.
Not the most exciting trip to write about, but none really are - you need to be there, and even more - you need to be me in order to realize how important these memories are.
One thing I noticed, and Leigh commented on, was how fast I snapped out of my high. I was good at this when stoned or drunk - I'd be stumbling through a thorn bush one second, slurring my speech and singing about pirates (yeah, I was retarded - but it's great), and talking completely normally on the phone with my mother when she'd call me, asking when I'd be home the next. DXM was special, though. Maybe I didn't realize how special then, but it would later become my ambrosia.
So yeah, that's my huge post introducing you all to my drug background. I'll share tons of random stories here and document trips, just for fun. It's nice to reminisce anyway, ya' know?
If anyone wants to comment, you're more than welcome. Or PM me. Or whatever.
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