my memoirs ;)

[wesmdow]

ill start off by saying im gonna keep this in one thread. each post will be a short story, some are based on reality others are quite embellished. but these are meant to be read for entertainment. so here goes... o and if i suck, tell me so ill stop! 8)

when i was 17 years old, i was heavily addicted to xanax. i was taking upwards of 30mg a day. needless to say, thats really hardcore--running out sucks ASS.

eventually, i cracked. i told my parents what was up (as if they didnt already know!!!) i asked for help and they sent me to a detox center where i spent the most dysmal 5 day stretch of my life. they did detox me really fast tho, i gotta give em credit.

ill take this opportunity to point out that my body does not react normally to drugs-- i have a large natural tolerance and my tolerance to drugs climgs extremely fast. so fast that i am taking lethal doses to normal people just to get a buzz.

anyway, i spent the entire time in rehad planning this coke party for when i got out. rehab worked o so well didnt it?

when i was 17 i had the most beautiful girlfriend you could imagine--6 foot, shaped like an hourglass and jesus tapdancing christ did she know how to carry herself. i didnt know it at the time, but she was bulemic, and hadnt actually digested a meal in over a month.

she loved cocaine tho, and because she was my girl and it was my party, and we had about 7 grams of awsome blow, both ciara and i had free riegn over the coke. yes, we did take advantage of this.

i had whippits and salvia too, so i was all kinds of fucked up--i was also smoking crack to top things off.

well, right after making out for a bit, ciara dicided to do another line. she bent down, sniffed it and stood back up. she said, "wow..." and fell onto my bed and started shaking.

at first i thought she was kidding, but it didnt take me long to realize she was having a seizure. i called 911, while brendan did his best to hide the stash of dugs. the motherfucker covered them up with printer paper, definitely not obvious at all.

so while the cops were questioning me (and i was high as BALLS on valium ativan cocaine and meth), brendan had to pee. when he got out, the cop said, "well i was gonna search that room, but somethin tells me your homie flushed your stash."

he didnt search my room. this was an incredibly good thing, because brendan really did just go pee. i still had all my drugs.

--back to the seizure girl--

shes having a seizure in my living room, and im freaking out because theres nothing i can do.

her mom calls, and bitches my mom out and threatens to call the cops again. her mom is crazy. brendan put it well after he heard this conversation, "pierre, this is what we call the shit hitting the fan."

ciara came out of the seizure fine, in my living room, and she was ok after that. it brought her bulemia to light and i helped her get back onto a regular eating regiment.

that was the fist time i watched someone overdose. fun shit.

peace out till i remember another story.

 

[New]

Seems exciting so far.

 

[(Wordy)]

Yeah, I'd definitely like to read more. The style is as if you were telling the story in person, which works for me.

 

[drew345]

I demand more

 

[s1ck]

ok, ive since changed my persona, and (shh) created a new screen name.

but this is still the old wesmdow. just looking at the world from a new screename. i wonder why i did that... irrelevant anyway.

heres another story, unrelated to drugs... sorta.

this weekend, i relapsed hard. it started when i got some ambien and decided to shoot it, right after taking GHB for the first time.

that was one HELL of an experience, but totally unimportant in regard to this story. all that matters is it started my binge.

after that, i went down to my friends house and shot cocaine for a day or 2, untill id blown about $240 on coke.

i left a syringe in my friends dads car, and he found it of course. and it was blamed on me. so my friends family wanted me to go out to their house in the country (i live in texas), so i went out to 'detox' with him and his family.

my friend just got a scrip to 60 15mg dexedrines. my favorite. he gave me 30 of them. this probably made me irrational, but i have an insane amp tolerance--300mg of dex gets me buzzin, nothing more.

so, were out in the wilderness, by a lake, and my friend tells me theyve spotted mountain lions around here. im pretty depressed, so my self-preservation instinct is in low-gear.

we decide to go look for them in the dead of night.

eventually we found our way to their watering hole, and waited. we watched as about 10 bobcats came to drink. they kept falling in the freezing water, it was hard not to laugh at them.

eventually, they all scattered. this was kind of alarming, considering we had nothing but a firecracker for self defense.

a mother cougar (she must have weighed around 200 lbs) and her cub came to drink. we were silent as the night untill they left. we called my friends dad to come pick us up.

the next morning (still high on dexedrine), i decided it would be fun to track down the lioness we saw last night. brilliant, just brilliant. i love myself on amps. i do the craziest shit.

so we go down to the watering hole, and yep, there are HUGE footprints and small ones. there are also some medium-sized ones we cant explain... weird...

i wanted to follow them, so we did. for 8 hours, untill dusk. i must say, i got really good at tracking the lion-- its more than following prints, you gotta think, "if i was a lion, where would i go from here?" when the tracks lead to rocks, where footprints obviously dont show up.

after 8 hours of following, a heavy tension drenched the air. both my friend and i jerked around at every snapping twig. we were getting close and we could feel it... it was also twilight, and there was no turning back.

just then i heard the cutest little, "meow?"

and ice ran through my veins. not 15 feet away from me was a mountain lion cub, alone, approaching me with great interest. if you didnt know, threatening a mothers cub is almost certain death.

my friend had a bb gun, so i quickly got him to scare the baby away-- just as i noticed the mother behind us, ready to take one of us out.

at this point, adrenaline, real adrenaline kicked in. for the first time in my life, i was fearless. i knew that i couldnt run-- the only option was to fight. to be scarier than a fucking pair of lions.

...did i mention that? i noticed 2, a mother and an adolescent male. he was MUCH more agressive.

countless times i would turn around and there would be a lion, ready to pounce, or in stalking-mode. we had no choice but to attack.

i was so pumped on adrenaline that i (im small mind you-- no more than 125lbs) tore off a branch from a cedar tree and started beating down the first cougar. i felt wood-on-flesh contact. my friend also connected a major blow. the male retreated after our initial attack.

...unfortunately, that was part of their plan, as soon as i turned around, the mother was ready to attack. so we pummeled her into retreat.

then we spotted the male again. my friend unloaded his bb gun and then threw it, and connected every time. this weirded it out a bit. then he got a rock and knocked it out cold.

...for 5 seconds. then it was back in the shadows. and guess what?

mama was right behind us again. we beat her off, hard. we didnt see her again. i imagine she retreated with the cub.

the male was more vindictive--he continued to stalk us, and we had to beat him down so hard i dont think he got up for a while. im sure i broke a rib on my own-- i have no idea how hard my friend hit him, other than that hes a helluva lot stronger than me. that cat must be in some pain now...

this whole time, we had my friends sister on speaker phone. they were ready to call search and rescue for us, but we held it down, and eventually renezvoud with his sister, who met us at a designated location.

it took over an hour of straight up fighting for our lives to hold these fuckers off.

im glad we didnt kill them, because in all honesty, we brought it on ourselves. i do think we had the right to defend ourselves, but im still glad the cats are OK. we lied to the game warden and insisted no one report the incident. it was our fault for tracking them.

after staring death in the eyes like that, life seems trivial now. everything seems boring and pointless.

i wanna ride again!

and thats my story. 100% true, i didnt embelish this one at all. im shocked that im alive.