Sipping on a Phenazepam PG mixture around the clock for about 3 months, put me into pretty much of a Fugue state for the duration.
I think it must have been fun at first, but things clearly must have gotten out of hand, PDQ.
Just about all I can recall from that period is getting a visit from 3 police officers, just because I'd shouted at a neighbours cat to move, as it was blocking my route to my front door, one day when I was on my bike returning home.
I still don't think that was such a terrible thing to do, certainly not enough to warrant a visit from 3 police persons, (If I'd had a bell or horn on my bike, I'd have used that, but I only had my voice. What else was I meant to do? Ride straight at the cat, and just hope it would move? Or telepathically magic it out of my way!?) Maybe it was my general demeanor during that period / at that time.

Or something along those lines..... Actually I think the neigbours lied, IIRC, and I'm not at all sure that I do, and said that I'd tried to run their cat over, which I'd never have done, no matter how phenazzed I was!)
I also recall getting warned from a pretty heavy looking guy about something else I had done to someone else, which I definitely agree was totally out of order (involving queue jumping in a very cocky manner), and the guy saying something like I wouldn't be still standing if I'd done that to him.
All in all, it was not an experience to be repeated. I found moderation of my levels of consumption to be difficult / verging on impossible to control, and I was almost certainly very lucky that nothing much worse happened during that period. Either involving getting myself arrested or beaten up, or getting myself hospitalised because of some kind of accident or other.. Which are not really outcomes that would otherwise stand a very high chance of happening to me. As while I'd never claim my judgement in every situation is perfect, and that I always conduct myself perfectly, my heavy consumption of phenazepam had a pretty severely negative impact on me in those regards.)
I think all that was narrative that I created afterwards, when some more clarity returned, as a way of making sense of what had happened.