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Bluelighter
I live in South Africa, so shady spots are...just about anywhere you choose to go, really. Smoked weed in the holding cells after being arrested for illegal gathering, taken acid and then backdoored a club by climbing over multiple factory roofs to get in free through the fire escape, smoked Mandrax (methaqualone) on skyscraper balconies, done rails of coke just about anydamnwhere we could do 'em without getting busted, including under a table at a wedding and on the bonnet (hood) of a random car in the parking lot at a big horseracing day with other people walking past (and even having the cheek to stop and ask for some). I've also scored drugs off of cops, in their barracks (accommodation block) and in clubs, but then if you know my country, this is not wildly extraordinary. Got stopped once en route to a festival with fuckloads of drugs on me, having just done a motherfucker-size rail, and been stopped at a roadblock literally 200m round the corner. Managed to create a diversion by admitting to an expired license disc. A small fine later, we were on our way.
But I think the ballsiest time ever was when me & my mates stole a fullsize (80kg) canister of Nitrous at a music festival. Some graffiti crew had been selling it, and then packed up their camp for the night. We were hanging out in a marquee that a magazine had been using as their festy headquarters, drinking some afterhours booze (which we'd nicked from the bar cos it had closed early, at 2am) when we heard them opening up the doors of their 4-ton truck and loading the canister. As they climbed into the truck and revved the diesel engine to warm it up (it was winter) two of my mates snuck under the marquee, opened the doors of the truck without being seen and slid the canister out, onto the ground, and into the marquee. The truck drove off, the occupants oblivious. We spent the rest of the night sucking Nitrous straight outta the nozzle till that thing was iced over like a fuckin glacier and as empty as a junkie's pocket. Shady? Kinda, we got told to leave the area twice; once by security and once by the event organiser, who threatened to have us thrown off site (we were 700km from home). Both times we walked away till it was safe, leopard-crawled back to the canister and caned it till dawn. But I guess on the whole I haven't done most of my drugs in shady places, because round my neck of the hoods you wanna be as sharp and capable when outdoors. Anything less and you're easy pickings.
deffinitely the coolest thing I've read/heard all day!
I'd say mine is either walking down a real sketchy street in san diego tripping at night or sitting on the edge of 10 story building snorting meph with my feet hanging off! hehe