Eyes On the Roll
Bluelighter
let me start off by saying that when i roll, i only eat paul frank monkeys, unless its a rare occasion.
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So to start off, a friend of mine (lets call him Z) is having a concert/free mic thing at his house. (note: Z is 16 years old, a great guitar player/singer, loves to roll/trip/smoke weed, and is the son of 2 very skilled artists, and is an artist himself; they have a lot of money, and a mansion).
So word gets out that Z is having a music festival thing, with friends of his, and him, having an open mic kida thing (if that makes sense).
Z has a huge house, with a lot of land (mostly forest). the open mic (guitar/singing, not rap) is being held on his property. next to his house, he has a dome like structure which is where he and his parents work on sculptures and other types of art. The dome/indoor pavillion is set up for a concert, all the scultpures and pantings are pressed against the wall so it can fit a mass amount of people.
Anyways, its known that there will be a lot of people on drugs at this event. people will be rolling on ecstasy pills, poppy molly capsules, eating shrooms, dropping acid, smoking weed, and listening to Z and other people play music.
I show up to the event with my girlfriend, waiting for my friend J to show up with some "G's up Hoes Down" ecstasy pills, he supposedly had a 50 pack for everyone to dig into.
G's up Hoes Down are bomb pills, they are straight MDA, nothing else.
J shows up, but has an assortment of pills, none of them are g's up hoes down or paul frank monkeys.. his assortment consisted of lips (various colors), naked ladies (white), and AOL running man (blue).
our town was on a shortage of paul frank monkeys..which are the best ecstasy pills around. So me and my girl had no choice but to buy blue lips and AOL blue running man. I popped two, and so did she.
Anyways, my whole clique was rolling off these pills, after the open mic, we decide to go back to my crib (which is in the hood, i'm a decently handsom 19 year old college kid, and i trap this house out with my 3 roommates)
So this is the afterparty. this is when me and my girl really notice the beans kicking in. We later both describe the effects to each other as " I felt like i was gonna die". And we really did...
Me and my girl were sitting on the couch, not saying a word to anyone. I felt like i had sunk into the couch. i felt like i couldnt move. i felt like i couldnt talk. I had nothing to say. The feeling was extremely unpleasant. I was extremely unsociable, and i am usually a very sociable person.
i felt like i was in a dreamlike state, and i went in my front yard to smoke a stoge with my girl, when i saw a cop drive into my drive way (which wasnt really there, i was imagining it.) I immediatly grabbed my GF's hand and ran to her car. I threw my weed that was in my pocket, into a near by bush and i drove her car and we left my house.
we went to her house, and neither of us could talk. She was seriously about to call the ambulance because she thought she was going to die (i did too but i didnt voice it..)
we get to her house, her mom has a huge bottle of vocodin, 10mgs, and we each take abou t 70mgs of vicodin each, to bring us back to reality.
and it really does bring us back, she calls her friend brittany, and we head to some party at a huge mansion and contio67
sp it turns out on a drug tedst a month later i tested positive for pcp
(SCROLL DOWN IF YOU DONT WANT TO READ THE STORY)
So to start off, a friend of mine (lets call him Z) is having a concert/free mic thing at his house. (note: Z is 16 years old, a great guitar player/singer, loves to roll/trip/smoke weed, and is the son of 2 very skilled artists, and is an artist himself; they have a lot of money, and a mansion).
So word gets out that Z is having a music festival thing, with friends of his, and him, having an open mic kida thing (if that makes sense).
Z has a huge house, with a lot of land (mostly forest). the open mic (guitar/singing, not rap) is being held on his property. next to his house, he has a dome like structure which is where he and his parents work on sculptures and other types of art. The dome/indoor pavillion is set up for a concert, all the scultpures and pantings are pressed against the wall so it can fit a mass amount of people.
Anyways, its known that there will be a lot of people on drugs at this event. people will be rolling on ecstasy pills, poppy molly capsules, eating shrooms, dropping acid, smoking weed, and listening to Z and other people play music.
I show up to the event with my girlfriend, waiting for my friend J to show up with some "G's up Hoes Down" ecstasy pills, he supposedly had a 50 pack for everyone to dig into.
G's up Hoes Down are bomb pills, they are straight MDA, nothing else.
J shows up, but has an assortment of pills, none of them are g's up hoes down or paul frank monkeys.. his assortment consisted of lips (various colors), naked ladies (white), and AOL running man (blue).
our town was on a shortage of paul frank monkeys..which are the best ecstasy pills around. So me and my girl had no choice but to buy blue lips and AOL blue running man. I popped two, and so did she.
Anyways, my whole clique was rolling off these pills, after the open mic, we decide to go back to my crib (which is in the hood, i'm a decently handsom 19 year old college kid, and i trap this house out with my 3 roommates)
So this is the afterparty. this is when me and my girl really notice the beans kicking in. We later both describe the effects to each other as " I felt like i was gonna die". And we really did...
Me and my girl were sitting on the couch, not saying a word to anyone. I felt like i had sunk into the couch. i felt like i couldnt move. i felt like i couldnt talk. I had nothing to say. The feeling was extremely unpleasant. I was extremely unsociable, and i am usually a very sociable person.
i felt like i was in a dreamlike state, and i went in my front yard to smoke a stoge with my girl, when i saw a cop drive into my drive way (which wasnt really there, i was imagining it.) I immediatly grabbed my GF's hand and ran to her car. I threw my weed that was in my pocket, into a near by bush and i drove her car and we left my house.
we went to her house, and neither of us could talk. She was seriously about to call the ambulance because she thought she was going to die (i did too but i didnt voice it..)
we get to her house, her mom has a huge bottle of vocodin, 10mgs, and we each take abou t 70mgs of vicodin each, to bring us back to reality.
and it really does bring us back, she calls her friend brittany, and we head to some party at a huge mansion and contio67
sp it turns out on a drug tedst a month later i tested positive for pcp