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Nostalgia,Reminisce, Back in the day....What phase of your use would you re visit?

When i was able to trip nuts on everything for like 2 years without worry. Hanging out with the crew having the time of our lives without stupid shit to worry about. Now it has all seemed to change for the worse(feels like anyway) Good times, great oldies is what i always say
 
I miss the beginning of my first dope run before shit started to get fucked up atall

I miss the 2months before I got locked up the first time when shit was ALL kinds of fucked up but I was gettin money fuckin bitches and shootin dope and coke like crazy
 
yeah I get drug nostalgia. every time I drink an orange rockstar it brings me back to my first shroom trip (actually my first drug experience period). If I could go back and revisit a period in my usage it would be the first 6 months when all drugs floored my ass. Damn coke was good back then...
 
I haven't read the whole thread but I'm sure there is at least one person that can relate to each set of circumstances; Here goes: #1) I had rolled several times but this time, Double Stacked Chocolate Chip Mitsus(STROOOOONNNNNGGG MDMA); Two of those(I don't need to ask if anybody remembers, you know who you are) and one Tye Dye Batman(MDA). I saw god.....several times......he was using the same color combo glow sticks as me and I blew him up(light show, reverse vics inhaler and all), then fell into an E-puddle of the most amazing people on earth. #2) 3 green dolphins( tiny green love machines) the following is the craziest thing ever, blew up in under 12-15 minutes + 1/2 gram of ice at my peak. I shit you not, I was hugging the towel I used to dry my hands and face after I washed them and was reaching out with one hand swearing I could feel/catch the love in the room(night was continued with 4 more dolphins and another 1/4 gram of ice). Then later on a lesser experience but still worth mentioning: 7day Ice run after rolling the first night, then on the last night smoking the first 2 grams of a quat of purple anthrax("Purple Thrax") from my Roor Classic 3-piece that I got from my fiance for our anniversary. These experiences have definately help mold me, or maybe it was all a dream.
 
The time last year when I had a steady supply of hydrocodone was undoubtedly the happiest I've ever been. Haven't had any in about 6-8 months now, except for the occasional pill here and there, and it SUCKS.

The other happiest drug time was when I was strung out on Mini-Thins every day. I was skinny, energetic, enthusiastic, and felt great all-around. If they hadn't outlawed them, I'd don't know where I'd be today...good times, though.
 
don't think i'd want to go back. though life isn't perfect, i'm more at peace now than i've ever been. mostly, i'm amazed i'm still alive.
but i got 20, 25 years on most of y'all here and i never felt OK about my life situation until the last couple years. it's taken a long time to get down this road and there's been some wicked bad shit along the way. most of my family, my husband, and too many good friends are dead. i have a few regrets and some good memories but -finally- i'm trying to look forward, not back.
 
hmmm....

1) how about that two and a half years that my dad was cool enough to let me experience everything for myself, and supplying me with everything i could have wanted in excess. being handed a handful of rolls, tabs of L, Oxy's, Perc's, Vic's, Xannies, etc and being told "don't eat them all by yourself, share them with your friends". Splitting 1/4oz's of damn good blow with him, buying a QP of headies every Friday to sell half and smoke half, oh man...good times, until i realized i had a serious addiction to opiates/opioids, cocaine, and benzodiazepines, and got sent to reform school/rehab(think military/prep/boarding school, run by mormons in the Blue Ridge mountains of Georgia.)

I was high that entire time, and I often think about those days and how much I miss my crew of amazing peoples and all the fun we had. Then again, I'm much better off now while using somewhat responsibly to be honest.
 
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it ws the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness; it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity; it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness; it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair; we had everything before us, we had nothing before us; we were all going directly to Heaven, we were all going the other way."

It was benzos, it was me and my two best friends when we were 15, and it lasted about a year (of which I have precious few memories) before it all turned to shit.

There are still times, even knowing how badly it all ended up that I think I would do it all over again.

And to continue with the theme of misapplying great literary quotes: Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love; it is the faithless who know love's tragedies.

I think those two sum up benzos pretty well for me, for serious.
 
This is a good thread. For me, one experience really sticks out that I wish I could go back to. It was my third mushroom trip, and it had been a long time coming. I was 16 and had been growing shrooms in my closet ultra ninja style. My best friend had been planning to leave town, but I told him to stick around and wait until the mushrooms were ready, because I knew he'd absolutely love it. Anyway it was taking forever because my stealth techniques meant sacrificing any precise control over heat and humidity, which play a huge role in the process. Anyway it had been made into this big thing because he was waiting around for weeks, and finally they were ready. We took a cruise and each scarfed a heaping handful of fresh shrooms. It turned into the most magical experience ever. Epiphanies and revelations surged upon us. Never had visuals like that from mushrooms before or after. There was a big burn pile at my ranch that was still burning, and we just hung out there for hours into the night, totally awash in all these colors. I don't need to make a whole trip report out of it, but I suppose it was one of the few trips I had that was completely positive and wonderful, and for me a trip like that puts everything else to shame. Sadly, I've never touched that again, despite heaps of L/mesc/DMT/MDMA/more mushrooms.

Nowadays I don't enjoy drugs like I used to. I wish I could go back to when I did, because drugs improved my life. I'm a moderation ho and have avoided all the major pitfalls (except for becoming outwardly convinced that I was God...oops...but the verdict is still out on that anyway ;)) My social life is heaps better when I use drugs regularly, otherwise I shell up and get depressed. Something changed along the way, and it's not the carefree experience that it used to be. I attribute this to getting busted a couple times, being susceptible to girls messing my head up, and growing up in general. Ah, the good ole days.

Unfortunately, as far as drugs go, I feel like my best days are behind me.
 
I would have to say I would want to go back to when I was 19. Granted, that was only a couple of years ago, but it was seriously one of the most fun years of my life. It was right before I got addicted to opiates. I was traveling the country with a couple buddies going to festivals/shows, etc. Doing what we had to do to make money to get by, to eat, etc, etc. I was heavily into psychedelics at this point and it was one of the most mind opening years of my life. I just wish that the end of that year didn't involve me getting a little too involved with oxycodone, and then it just spiraled downhill HARDCORE from there.. Now after a run with shooting dope and shit, i'm maintaining on methadone, have cancer, no money, and my life just sucks haha. Hopefully things will shape up again. I miss those good times. Makes me sad. :(
 
I miss the times when weed was not just enough to put all of us on our ass for the night, but it was also a complete status thing. "Oh you don't smoke weed, shit you'll be bored hanging with us then because that's all we do" type of mindset. I also miss the second phase, when we started experimenting with other drugs. I'll never forget my first times with coke, e, and mushrooms, even though I don't really love coke or e the first time was amazing, truly. Pretty much up until I got kicked out of school for possession of heroin/syringe everything was going great, no addictions, no trouble, and we were fucking around with all the drugs we could find and we were together in it. After I got kicked out it ended up being me alone in a room smoking and shooting heroin to erase my pain, not exactly where I saw myself being a few months prior. Glad that time is over though.
 
when i first started blazing for sure. weed used to be such a trip for me and i would be so stoked on blazing now its like my cigarette lol. i still love weed like crazy but fuck do i miss those trips walkin around school all baked getting high at lunch and on spares with buddies bumpin tunes good times
 
yea its funny the stages


it all began in holland getting stoned
came back to the usa got into asid and e and getting more stoned
was like i'll never pop pills or do powders

well i was wrong

after my first taste of k i kinda went like give me a substance and i'll abuse it


i use to be so against prescrition drugs for some reason, then one day i had a migraine, this chick gave me some opiate pill and then i turned into a pill poppin fool



got clean and got healthy was exercising,
then somehow im back on the path of self destruction


but i would revisit the smoking pot in holland early years that shit had me twisted
and then the clean health kick stage
 
Damn this thread is old, why haven't I ever seen it..


1 - Does this drug nostalgia ever happen to you?

All. The. Fucking. Time.

2 - What are the times that you think of the most? Tell us what time of drug use or what drug experience in your life that you would go back to and re experience if you could, and describe it and why you feel that way.

I wanna go back to the days when I was 15 - 17 yrs old. Those were the times. Money was plentiful, drugs were plentiful. We were weekend warriors. Whether it was trippin out on shrooms or getting so K'd out we couldn't move, or getting so mashed on MDMA and MDA - GOOD TIMES. And the raves...ahhh all the sketchy times and fucked up situations we got ourselves in at 6am - 8am. I can still remember the look some people used to give us...hahahhaha. We lived in the fast lane back then. I'm actually kinda surprised I was able to slow down when I got to university...but then again, I really haven't encountered too much of "my kind" here.
 
My first few times tripping. In my small highschool I could only get mushrooms, so my first trips were on that or LSA I would extract from seeds. I wouldn't do these drugs nowadays, but at the time I had such a simple, carefree attitude, every psychedelic experience was magical, and the nausea seemed like more than a fair price. Before exploring the dark side of psychedelics, as well as other possible uses for them, every trip was similar. It gave me the sense of connecting to something spiritual, and I always felt I knew nothing could go wrong.
 
amazing thread. goddamn!

i'd say back when i was 16, 17 and even 18... before i got into opiates. Just got a new car, had a 2-way pager, cell phone, new kicks all the time...it was the fuckin shit. especially in the summer time. ridin around, smokin Ls, rollin on E - good E back then not this piperazine bullshit thats around today, house parties, good raves (how good was drum and bass back in 2001 compared to today). Rocafella was killin it so hard too, unlike the bullshit Jay is on today. Every other song on the radio was prod. by the Neptunes too they were killin it also. Music was a lot funner, shit everything seemed a lot funner. Goddamn. I guess thats the whole point though. Shit was just special to me

Shit wasn't really that long ago too. 9-10 years ago... feels like a lifetime. lot of crazy shit happened in the 2000s decade to everybody i think especially with 9-11 and all that shit i feel that the whole world has been on one ever since. Either is me getting older, or the world is a lot more of a complicated place now.. gotta be a combo of both

Lacey not to dick ride but ur posts on here are always a good look. I feel you on the music thing too. Back in the time im trippin over i think the hood classic at that time was Styles P - Good Times (I get High) - remember that shit? back summer 02 u couldnt go no where without hearin that shit! Just hearin that song now will almost make me cry cuz i think about that time i cant even listen to it around ppl cus they'll trip
 
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1. Yes,my first trips... mainly dob ones were extremly powerfull deep spiritual life changing.First rolls were great too,I will never forget that first,pure feeling of extreme happiness.

2. When I dont have any money or when I trip :D
 
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amazing thread. goddamn!

i'd say back when i was 16, 17 and even 18... before i got into opiates. Just got a new car, had a 2-way pager, cell phone, new kicks all the time...it was the fuckin shit. especially in the summer time. ridin around, smokin Ls, rollin on E - good E back then not this piperazine bullshit thats around today, house parties, good raves (how good was drum and bass back in 2001 compared to today). Rocafella was killin it so hard too, unlike the bullshit Jay is on today. Every other song on the radio was prod. by the Neptunes too they were killin it also. Music was a lot funner, shit everything seemed a lot funner. Goddamn. I guess thats the whole point though. Shit was just special to me

Shit wasn't really that long ago too. 9-10 years ago... feels like a lifetime. lot of crazy shit happened in the 2000s decade to everybody i think especially with 9-11 and all that shit i feel that the whole world has been on one ever since. Either is me getting older, or the world is a lot more of a complicated place now.. gotta be a combo of both

Lacey not to dick ride but ur posts on here are always a good look. I feel you on the music thing too. Back in the time im trippin over i think the hood classic at that time was Styles P - Good Times (I get High) - remember that shit? back summer 02 u couldnt go no where without hearin that shit! Just hearin that song now will almost make me cry cuz i think about that time i cant even listen to it around ppl cus they'll trip
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Woooowww, real talk yo--no joke.

"I get high, high, high...."

Every time i STILL hear that shit i automaticaly go and light up a newport, its the last thing I can smoke these days....

Damn, I remember those days tho, of course , and I do feel you on that emotion--I aint one to cry about anything really, but Iunno...Sometimes I hear somethin, that song, or some of the others than got a real serious reaction in my mind, and its like it all rushes back so hard all at once I catch this feeling like damn...The feelings of remembering first, and second, realizing and knowing that its gone and aint never gonna come back, and third the wanting it so bad even tho you know its impossible, it all just got a way of sending you into a straight up lil'bitch mode, want to start tearin up over some emotional back in tha day shit. Dont know why that song in particular--maybe Im just on some geek shit over analizing it, but I feel like even when it was brand new, it kind of had that "This song will be the soundtrack to you life, and youll look back on it years later" sound to it, am i wrong? Like when you heard it the firs time, you just KNEW it was gonna be one of them joints thats like a "anthem" or somethin, that it would stick in your mind and every time remind you of the days you had while it was always on the radio. Like, some self conscious nostalgia shit--you knew you would be hearin it and lookin back. Maybe just me, iunno, but it sure as hell did have that effect. I just think of puffin blunts in the hi-rise, poppin E pills, 16 years old out all night discoverin the world after midnight and all the crazy folks in it...Runs to newark, coppin pillz, pickin things up, droppin em off, didnt even have a cell phone yet back then--lol. I remember when I first got my first prepaid , feelin o so pimp, and me and my girl crystal rolled the fuck out, peepin the little graphics on it--it was one of them blue screens with the black letters, straight up no color nothing just the real old school shit, and it had this little animation of a alligator on it puffin a L (well, it was a cigar but we thought it was a L) and my girl wiled out the bitch straight up started talkin to the alligator, she goes "he said hes chillin like a villain" and all night long the broad is talkin about "the villain" lol. Wowwww, crazy shit, I almost forgot. Puffin mad blunts in the snow, the air like swirlin around in front of me cuz we been up for 3 days on a all you can eat E pill buffet....And singin along loud as fuck when that song came on the radio. Shit, almost 10 years ago, and how it seems like such a short time ago but so long at the same time....

There was so many times I can think of , it never ends...

And its like each year, I try to remember to always savor the flavor, u kno wat im sayin, becuz I know sure as clock work that once its passed Ima be wishin for that time to come back too.

Now , Ill name some of my own scenario, becuz yall know it always changes--

1. Its March, I met my boy S-dot (RIP brother) for the first time in March of 08. We met up outside his methadone clinic and I bought some ESPN bags off him. It was 9 am, early, and me and my man drove home happy as hell--We had been off diesel for a while, hadnt done it more than here and there for a good amount of time, and couldnt wait to fuck with these bags (they was fire fire)....Remember that track that hit the radio only for a few weeks, Gnarls Barkley "Run"....It was a weird lil joint but theres a part where it goes "Oh yea its still the same/Cant you feel the pain/When the needle hit the vein/ Aint nothin like the real thang" and then "if you dont run right now, ya best get ready ta die, good lawd" and I remember speedin down the road so ancious to get home and get high. LOL--Back when I still was scared to drive on diesel cuz Id be too high. I look back thinking how it all progressed from there and how long it been, how shit changed so hard and fast, how I dove head first into a quick sand whirl pool 200 feet deep of heroin , needles, and hand cuffs....And think about how two years later, hes gone, in the ground. Damn, 24 years old, *SMH.* Shits real yo....Sure do wish I could re live the beginning before it all went to shit.


2. A second world away is a few months later that same year, when I started beauty school.....I was hooked on dope no doubt, but I was only shootin a bundle a day, a manageable pretty small habit. I use to love to shoot up in this one bathroom in the school. it was old fashion, like a regular bathroom--Yellow tile floors and walls, yellow porcelin toilet, a little window looking out onto the streets of Paterson below, and a lil chipped mirror. I use to gete high in there like 3 times a day. Mornin during our break, before lunch, and after lunch before goin back to class. It was the most peaceful little place. The summer light filterin in thru that shit on the glass that you stick on so its still see thru but it makes it fuzzy so only the light come in--privacy glass I guess--the quiet feeling, i never turned on the light just chilled in the sunshine....No noise, everybody tired after lunch, studying their booksor sleeping...And I would just nod off in there...Come out witha smile on my face...Til I got caught taking too long in there with blood on my sleeve and they found my set in the bathroom once after I lost it there. That was the end of that--the bathroom, and my education. Wish i could go back, lost my financial aid funding, thats a wrap on that one.

3. Last summer-09....I was a wreck, no doubt--on probation for one charge, waitin for sentencing on another one, weekly probation visits,and still using at break neck pace....Summer and dope is the best, no question, and I spent plenty nights asleep on the back porch, nodded out til the sun came up....The electric rhythm of the city in the summer cruisin the blocks, nextels bleepin, Serani-"She love me" was my song of the summer...Every time i heard those echoing notes bangin out the back of somebodys whip down on the block its like the vibrations went thru me and I could just smile with the high, feel the rush comin over me and the heat all around sun beatin down and just feel it, u feel me? Damn, I knew it was trouble, I knew it wasnt the care free all good phase no more--i was messed up. Too much hustlin, too much shady schemes and not knowing where tomorrows high is comin from, too much close calls, to much to risk gettin popped again, too much piss tests and VOP's, too much voice in the back of my mind always reminding me that i was too far in trouble to keep on doin this and riskin it all, that i was on a tightrope walk and about to fall, never could just chill and forget about the bullshit, drama, legal problems, but i could for a minute when the rush hit and when i leaned back in my seat with a newport in my hand watchin the city pass by my window. but i guess i enjoyed it so much BECUZ i knew everything was wrong, but didnt care....

4. Last winter-09...Before I got popped the 3rd time I loved bein on the block in winter too..everybody in their big NOrth Faces, hidin under my hood walkin up the block to the dope spot, steam on my breath, the cold air a million times colder from the sickness thats runnin thru my veins but as soon as the D was in my hand i got warmer...Or better yet, when i had a ride, me and my man gliding thru the hood sealed off from the world , windows up and just cruisin thru the night high as a kite. "day and night" echoin over the radio, my favorite song at the time was "aint like we" by shalone, it was a perfect winter in the ghetto dope boy type vibe on the track. We blew 11 grand in a month and a half, real talk. We would each cop a brick to our head and it would be gone by 36 hours later at the most, 25, 30 bags a day, just lost in that heroin bliss. Prolly made a thousand cig burns in my clothes, skin, bed sheets, car seats, around that time. That was the time before arrest #3 made me realize it wasnt all good, and so I thought it was for a while, shit was just a dream-life for a while there and you can never re capture the perfect reassurance of a junkie who aint scared of shit. the ignorance is bliss for sure...money was fine, never a problem of funds...had a new (used) car, ran great, always had a ride...dope boy was always pumpin out the fire....It was the perfect little bubble , of course til it busted, but before that happened it was pure cloud 9 baby....That time, dont know how much Id be willing to pay If i could just go back for one day, shit...
 
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^ word ! ... i feel you on that "triad of emotions" type shit so hard; remembering, wanting it to come back, then realize it ain't ever gonna happen. Same shit happens to me all the time. I also feel you on that Winter shit. Sometimes the smell of the changing seasons can bring back so many good memories. Thats why i couldnt live nowhere like Florida or Cali where they don't got the seasons!

Sometimes its different tho... like even though im trippin over the same lil "era" all the time , sometimes I get real nastolgic and remember the good times, me in my whip, my ex-girl, all my friends gettin' it/makin money, gamblin, all that fun shit... but then I remember from the same era the bad shit, the grimey shit, friends gettin hooked on dope, gettin hurt, friends goin to jail, comin down off of 4 day E binges, my ex-girl (lol at her being rememberd in the good AND bad...thats why life is beautiful tho!) ...and I get sick to my stomach

some of my ppl from that time im still all real tight with no matter what, no matter how different our lives are, we are always gonna be tight...but when I try to bring up old shit some of them dont even wanna hear it . some of them dont even wanna remember. we've all moved on, but i always love bullshittin about the past...

i feel that without your past no matter what it is u really wouldn't be shit. some of its dark , some of its awesome but u gotta embrace it and learn from it, thats the real trick

O yeah i just though of something. Even tho I was MAD YOUNG...like 11/12 yrs old, another time period I love to think bout was 1994. Hadn't even thought of doin drugs yet. think i was sneakin Marb Reds from my mom's pack thats the extend of my drugs back then. But thinkin about the Knicks (they used to be good back then), the OJ Trial, Rap City with Joe sInclair , old Ghost/Rae videos... I love thinkin about that time period.

Lacey i think you got some great stories. You could probably write a book with that shit. and i wish you lots of luck and good times for the future. Not too many people can look back on a brick-a-day habit with good memories and such positivity. Shit not too many people can look back on a brick-a-day habit at all, literally. You'll work through this legal B.S. you're dealing with and in 5-10 years, if we're all still on this earth, you'll be posting in this thread looking back on some great times that haven't even happened yet! Think about that! You got mad time to create some more good, positive memories !
 
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