Places / situations you ended up finding yourself in because of drugs that you never thought you would?

[Larimar]

Stealing oxy from my own husband . Then gaslighting him saying he must have misplaced it.

 

[ageingpartyfiend]

Stealing oxy from my own husband . Then gaslighting him saying he must have misplaced it.

You sound like you still struggle with that? if so, forgive yourself -addiction is a bitch eh

I remember stealing coke from a close friend

Then, I remembered I wasn't a thief and put a some in an envelope and stuck it in his letterbox a couple of weeks later

 

[TheUltimateFixx]

For example, I never imagined that I'd, well fucked up on fantastic actual ecstacy circa 1998, come into awareness realising I was sat in the middle of a a club dancefloor in the early hours with my (reasonably impressive for a night out) stash all laid out neatly in front of me on said dancefloor...no idea how long that had been the case for or even why I'd chosen to do such? I was used to the freeparty / rave / squat scene I guess - you just can't take me anywhere

Never foresore having a conversation with my terrifying ex-mother in law while I was lying face down in her garden at 1am in the pitch black and rain when on 5 or 6 grams of mushrooms either.

LEGEND !!

 

[TheUltimateFixx]

Then, I remembered I wasn't a thief and put a some in an envelope and stuck it in his letterbox a couple of weeks later

Aww.

 

[yubacity]

Stealing oxy from my own husband . Then gaslighting him saying he must have misplaced it.

Stole my moms tramadol then spent hour helping her look for them

 

[foodcrisis]

i was drinking with some friends and split just one forty with about five to ten different people. i smoked a little too and drank a forty earlier in the day, but for whatever reason i got super fucked up and dizzy and i was walking home and this street was like shimmering silver and gold in all sorts of patterns. i really couldn't see much, so i walked up the street. after a minute i realized i was on the wrong street so i turned around. turns out a cop was watching me. i must've been walking like a drunk or druggy. the cop followed me home up until my street which was the next street. he never stopped to talk to me. he just followed me as slow as i was walking, he even followed me up my street from the main street to my house. it was really freaky. i went in my house and pissed on the floor becasue i knew someone put something which i thought was bad in my drink. i don't know if it was psychedelic or i just had a messed up insane reaction to some downer. to this day i even wonder if i just lost it, but i'm pretty sure something was put in the drink we were sharing.

another time i was walking home and kind of tipsy. i was making sure to be safe, so i don't think i had a reason to be pulled over while walking, but i got stopped by a cop. he searched me, i had a half ounce of some hard nugs in my pocket. he gripped the weed in my pocket, shook it, and then didn't say anything about it. he asked me if i wanted a ride home, so i accepted not wanting to piss him off. he drove me home with the weed, let me keep it with out saying anything, and dropped me off at my house. that song with the lyrics "this is the better part of me" was on the radio. i didn't know what to think about it. i think i was on probation too.

another time too, i hung out with some coke heads out of state. they drove really fast and i was super paranoid because i was across the country for no reason other than to visit a friend. everything turned out fine though. i was worried about getting robbed and stuff, but they were pretty nice and hooked it up with weed. not too big of a story. lol.

 

[nznity]

2020. Pandemic at it's peak. A homeless guy who has no nasal septum from too much coke, another homeless guy who cleans windows to support himself & lives in an old taxi and finally me at my darkest period. All 3 of us in a 4$ a night hotel. Sitting in a table inside the room with 7 grams of cocaine, baking soda, a spoon, some books to put the spoon between the em and cook crack.We have got 2 hand-crafted crack pipes passing them around. All 3 of us sweating our tits off after each blast from that banging Peruvian powder, we looking at each other but nobody speaks. The guy who cleans windows starts fiending hardcore and searching for rocks on the floor. I start to comedown and the PARANOIA sets in. I tell them I'm gonna buy cigarettes. I leave the room and check the time. It's 10:10PM, CURFEW TIME. I start RUNNING NONSTOP TO MY HOUSE, 8 BLOCKS NON STOP. I can hear the SIRENS OF A COP CAR NEARBY midway, I KEEP RUNNING. I arrive home, I'm high as fuck. My dad asks how I am? FINE and quickly get into my room. I open my drawer and grab a blister of clonazepam, immediately proceed to down 6mg SUBLINGUALLY. I lay down on my bed, stare at the ceiling. Start to question what I'm doing with my damn LIFE, the clonaz quicks in and I fall asleep. I WAKE UP, ITS 5 AM. WAS IT REAL? OR JUST A FUCKING SHEER TERRORIFIC NIGHTMARE? I will never know...

 

[foodcrisis]

come to think of it, everything i've done for the past twenty years has been mostly to get drugs. so every event in my life has kind of revolved around using drugs. i haven't needed to be in too many sketchy situations, mostly just like stopping by friends house or go to a party. like another time i went to a wal mart parking lot, and another time i had to wait out side a seven eleven. little shit like that seems like a big deal if you are paranoid and in a town with a lot of cops with nothing to do. drugs being illegal is so weird.

but like another time i got lsd in the mail for the first time and this was a super big deal to me. i found some hill and cried while howling at the top of my lungs for like hours. it was right next to a plaza with a grocery store, so i have no idea why no one came to question me. but i cried for like four hours totally making a ton of noise, pretending to be a ghost part of the time. when the experience was done, i went to burger king and ate there like 100 feet away from where i was crying. this still gets me to this day how no one called an ambulance. it's one of the weirdest things i ever did. while i was tripping i couldn't believe i resorted to having some one send me stuff like that in the mail. doesn't seem like correct logic to me now. i was even able to order lsd in the mail several times after this experience. but for whatever reason i was like this is the most depressing shit ever. i want to go to jail... turns out all i got was some burger king and a nice walk home thoguh. lol. to this day i wonder if there is a law about interupting crying people, or if the fbi or something reported i ordered that stuff and they just knew i was peaceful and let me go. weird ass shit. i wouldn't recommend you try to recreate the experience. i've actually dealt with crying in public a lot, and mostly no one says anything, like on public transportation and what not. most people seem to be polite and mind their own business... but don't try to get arrested. i don't think spiritual experiences like that are legal in america. idk i never would have cried like that for those reasons if it weren't for drugs though. i used to be super depressed about people in jail, like thinking they were going because i needed drugs but i couldn't stop using. for some reason i stopped caring so much and can't pay any attention to anything other than schizophrenic voices now. maybe going to a legal dispensary or that i'm on anti-psychotic injections helps this too, but i still cry about some shit like how much i like certain music, so i'm thinking it has nothing to do with the injections and i just don't care about people anymore. it got to the point where i see such bad shit, i can't care about someone losing their freedom and being in jail. idk. i feel like i'm wrong for losing the empathy i had for others........ part of the reasons why my parents think i'm schizophrenic is because i wouldn't communicate with my uncle who is a prison guard. i used to go outside and spit and yell obsenities when he was over. idk, again. i talk to him now. it's kind of weird. i just don't care and don't want my grandmother to think something is wrong. he is her caretaker.

 

[S.J.B.]

Prison.

 

[jasperkent]

I never intentionally went to bed with a man but I once woke up with one. Turns out she was a very pretty drag queen. When I woke up, reached over and felt the penis it was a bit uncomfortable, plus I was terribly hungover. I got out of the apartment quickly and brushed it off as a reasonable mistake.
About 6 months later she saw me walking along the highway and gave me a lift to work. We both had a chuckle about the whole incident.

 

[xtcgrrrl]

Aw come on, what drugs were you on?

I don't get the 'going out shoes' bit though - I wear boots inside, outside and upside fuckin down. Having different footwear for different occasions sounds a bit weird to me.


It's like when people ask me how often I change my underpants.

I respond with "change?"

Boots, good shoes for all occasions. Normal workday? Boots. Fancy dress party? Fancy boots. If it’s snowing, snow boots. If it’s raining, rain boots. Boots are ALWAYS the answer

 

[xtcgrrrl]

Laying down naked in the dark in a shower in a scary basement of a row house in South Philly (Philadelphia, PA, USA).

To be honest, I was actually attempting to take a shower, but since I'd been rolling ridiculously hard for the past 3 days, it was actually difficult to stand up and I couldn't actually find the light switch. It was about a 7 and 1/2 ft basement, there was all kinds of old tools and everything laying around but someone had actually built a little alcove where there was admittedly a nice shower and tub. There was a small utility light way back in the corner. At least I thought it was way back in the corner it may have been closer.

Think Addam's family complete with cobwebs and dust.

For a little bit more context,

I DIDN'T LIVE IN PHILADELPHIA, I DIDN'T LIVE NEAR PHILADELPHIA

I don't actually remember going into the row house even today. I don't remember leaving the row house. I was there with my brother and I remember him giving me a towel but we had no clothes to change into so I just took them off and took the shower.
I don't have any idea who owned the row house.

And at the time that part of South Philly was a complete and utter shithole.

It’s always sunny in Philadelphia!!!

Btw - I’m very familiar with the shithole areas of Philadelphia. Got mugged in the subway there once too

 

[yubacity]

Once on heroin and pods i was constipated which normal everyday thing i felt the urge to go as i sat on toilet it was stuck up there I'm trying as hard as possible no getting around it. Had to put finger and get the hard as rock shit out with finger which had caused blockage . I remember thinking is this what its come to but after washing hands having a shower you forget and do more heroin

 

[TheUltimateFixx]

Once on heroin and pods i was constipated which normal everyday thing i felt the urge to go as i sat on toilet it was stuck up there I'm trying as hard as possible no getting around it. Had to put finger and get the hard as rock shit out with finger which had caused blockage . I remember thinking is this what its come to but after washing hands having a shower you forget and do more heroin

Hahaha I've had to manually 'unblock the passage' a few times but I always put on some surgical gloves. Makes it less revolting

 

[yubacity]

Hahaha I've had to manually 'unblock the passage' a few times but I always put on some surgical gloves. Makes it less revolting

You know what on my four kids after that i kept them under the sink cabinet it was disgusting never had to do it again it it been over a week i will take stool softeners . Once I'm on toilet and my kids playing on the landing they were little it had been week or more since i had been successful on the toilet. I was trying to force it and a little pebble-sized piece came out but it was so painful i let out a scream they knocked on bathroom door asking if I'm ok

 

[CorneliaKingsleyisReal]

Oh my God. Do I talk about the first time my partner & I used a new middle and we ended up having to bundle her onto the backseat floor because she begged us to help her get away from a man who had kept her trapped for 8 days?

Sitting on a couch in a drug den waiting for my coke when a woman sat her 10yr old daughter next to me and I just did not know wtf to even say...

Moving to a new city, back when the reddit that cannot be named existed... finding a connect (seemed pretty young), watching him & his gf spiral so hard- and eventually finding out you were his first ever sale. I still feel so bad.

Honestly being a daily heavy user for years, you just end up in some really intense situations.

 

[stardust10]

Hmm there's probably loads but one I just thought about only a few years ago was the time I was getting work done on the outside of my flat - there were workies working on the roof - and I was taking a lot of diazepam and drinking at the time. So one day I was really horny and forgot they were even there and that my bedroom blinds didn't cover the whole window at the time, I was wasted, so I was just casually naked on my bed pleasuring myself as you do then all I see is a guy's face at the window looking at me in shock it was a redneck going out the next day and I was hiding from them in my own house after that in case I seen them at the window again

 

[TheFrogEffect]

Got an old dealer to trust me enough that I was able to steal every single drug he had literally just purchased minutes before I showed up. He was so young and so naive, I knew I could fuck him over so I played the long con. Literally moments before I made off with the bag, he equated me to being the older brother he never had but always wanted. Literally maybe 5 minutes before I walked away with enough meth and heroin to keep me high for six momths, along with his personal stash of mushrooms, xanax (threw them in the trash, fuck benzos), and coke that was pretty subpar but somehow cooked into some pretty okay crack. His personal stashes were anout two to three times the size of any standard user who has some level of control over their habits. He actually took very moderate amoutns of drugs, though, He just liked always having enough to himself. He used substantially less drugs than I did at the time, and compared to what I use now, he basically didn't even do drugs.

Two months after I pulled this on him, he was arrested and charged for the deaths of a few people who had OD'd on fetty he had provided them. Supposedly he was implicated in double digit OD deaths, but I don't know if I believe that his drugs killed that many people in two months, And many charges didn't stick, even with a lot of evidence to suppor them. He was still convicted of enough to warrant a life sentence. He used fetty but never sold it while I was around. He must have gotten into that out of depseration or... I doin't know. Really don't care to speculate either. Never liked the kid, just saw him as easy prey and I stalked that prey until the perfect moment to pounce on it. Fuck him, really. He did the dance, now he's gotta pay the band.

I will say, it is a shame that he threw his life away like that. He was only 19 when he got arrtested. What a waste of a life.

 

[PtahTek]

jail, hospital, crashes (many), broken bones and other physical traumas, ummm thrown in a hole for a month and a half, forgot about and got buff. lol it was hell with the wds but whttaya do?

 

[Survival0200]

Once on heroin and pods i was constipated which normal everyday thing i felt the urge to go as i sat on toilet it was stuck up there I'm trying as hard as possible no getting around it. Had to put finger and get the hard as rock shit out with finger which had caused blockage . I remember thinking is this what its come to but after washing hands having a shower you forget and do more heroin

Remember to take laxatives like PEG 4000 when using opiates regularly.