Jesus wept how did I make it to Portugal, this has been spooking me all day, the story is:
I have, as some may know, given up benzos.. however decided to take some etizolam for the flight, not a great excuse as I don't mind flying an am still recovering from my habit but got a strip for free last week an decided it would make the flight more fun.. so I arrived at the airport with six 1mg tablets.. My flight didn't leave till 1:15 and I arrived just after 10:00, but thought 'fuck it' and took all six on an empty stomach just before going through security
those who have tried etiz may be thinking, why 6mg!? it is a high dose but my logic was I had abused tranquillizers so much I would need as many as I could to get any effects, and I had six..
after security I had some time to kill in the departure lounge, felt myself chilling out a bit but nothing much, got myself a sandwich and watched an episode of King of the Hill on my laptop.. After that my memory gets a little hazy but I do recall my kleptomania kicking in (..always nick stuff on benzos, even though I only shoplift when really desperate now, enough temaz and I'll take anything, even if I don't want or need it) So I pinched 2 small bottles of scotch and 2 expensive male perfumes from duty free.. I remember I did it in 2 trips, and payed for a tiny can of coke each time with the whisky and fragrance in my pockets
the last thing I remember is being told by the guy in the airport Wetherspoons that I couldn't drink a bottle of scotch in there, and this was before my gate had even been announced.. I remember none of the flight, nor getting on the plane.. I don't even remember collecting my luggage when I arrived, if I try really hard all I can remember after spoons is ranting to my mum in the car in Lisbon about why its sick how much its going to cost to go to uni and why that makes it ok for some people to sell drugs
very stupid, had so many catastrophic benzo experiences I got very lucky this time..! how did I find my gate?? why did they let me on the plane!? all I can think is I was functioning more or less fine but my memory wasn't switched on.. I did finish both bottles of scotch, enough to get me plastered, they weren't like the tiny novelty ones just small, and my mum clocked I was pissed
still got the fancy perfumes though an I never buy them :D
I have, as some may know, given up benzos.. however decided to take some etizolam for the flight, not a great excuse as I don't mind flying an am still recovering from my habit but got a strip for free last week an decided it would make the flight more fun.. so I arrived at the airport with six 1mg tablets.. My flight didn't leave till 1:15 and I arrived just after 10:00, but thought 'fuck it' and took all six on an empty stomach just before going through security
those who have tried etiz may be thinking, why 6mg!? it is a high dose but my logic was I had abused tranquillizers so much I would need as many as I could to get any effects, and I had six..
after security I had some time to kill in the departure lounge, felt myself chilling out a bit but nothing much, got myself a sandwich and watched an episode of King of the Hill on my laptop.. After that my memory gets a little hazy but I do recall my kleptomania kicking in (..always nick stuff on benzos, even though I only shoplift when really desperate now, enough temaz and I'll take anything, even if I don't want or need it) So I pinched 2 small bottles of scotch and 2 expensive male perfumes from duty free.. I remember I did it in 2 trips, and payed for a tiny can of coke each time with the whisky and fragrance in my pockets
the last thing I remember is being told by the guy in the airport Wetherspoons that I couldn't drink a bottle of scotch in there, and this was before my gate had even been announced.. I remember none of the flight, nor getting on the plane.. I don't even remember collecting my luggage when I arrived, if I try really hard all I can remember after spoons is ranting to my mum in the car in Lisbon about why its sick how much its going to cost to go to uni and why that makes it ok for some people to sell drugs
very stupid, had so many catastrophic benzo experiences I got very lucky this time..! how did I find my gate?? why did they let me on the plane!? all I can think is I was functioning more or less fine but my memory wasn't switched on.. I did finish both bottles of scotch, enough to get me plastered, they weren't like the tiny novelty ones just small, and my mum clocked I was pissed

still got the fancy perfumes though an I never buy them :D
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