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Share the biggest mistake you have made involving drugs!

ChemicalSmile said:
Oh yeah and got stuck in an elevator 10 minutes after eating rolls. I was with my buddy and a fold out bed in a tiny ass old skool elevator. We were in the basement and thought no one would ever find us. We smoked cigs and weed and were freaking out banging on the door. Eventually 1 of our friends happened to show up at the building, heard us and we told him to call 911 lol. 9 firemen showed up y0! And we were like THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH I almost hugged 1 of them, they had to know we were on something. The landlord questioned the weed smell, we got the fuck outta there and my friend who happened to be there got searched thoroughly by the police on his walk home. But he had nothing.
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LOL 8( :(

Once me and my friends were delayd for drug use suspection and i came up on a roll inside the cops car while driving to the station... we got released fortunately.
 
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also another one was interacting with my parents completely dissociated on 800mg (16 pills) diphenhydramine, around 4-8 mgs clonazepam, heroin, and weed as well. i did got cought.
...later in the same day i went up to the town to buy some methcathinone (-with the same money i spent on drugs earlier at the morning, while hallucinating that i still have it in my pocket!), which was selled behind the counter at some smartshop. i asked for 3 capsules, he gave them to me, and when i pulled my hand into the pocket, there was no money.
...i spent the rest of the evening searching on my knees the whole town center & the way from my house, as well as my house, back again, and again... it was one fucking major dissapointment.
of course i realized what happened only the next day, & i never had no desire for benadryl again...
 
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I don't make stupid choices while fucked up. Maybe a couple times I opened up more than I normally would.

My biggest regret (or the only time I ever felt regret with drugs) happened back in may. I was too busy buying drugs while my cat was dieing. I didn't take her to the vet, she probably wound up suffering before she died in may. I had her for 10 years and I still miss her.
Forgive me kitty for being so selfish:( RIP kitty:(
 
drumnbass420 said:
My biggest regret (or the only time I ever felt regret with drugs) happened back in may. I was too busy buying drugs while my cat was dieing. I didn't take her to the vet, she probably wound up suffering before she died in may. I had her for 10 years and I still miss her.
Forgive me kitty for being so selfish:( RIP kitty:(
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aw kitty.

:(
 
^I know a kid who ate 4 boxes of those one night.
He's not all there however.
 
while i was drunk and rushing off hard so i thought hey lets call a freind of mine thatl i like at 4 in the fucking morning tell her that i like her and basically spilt my guts about all my feelings. she straight up laughed over the phone then said she didnt know if she wanted to go out with me. she was out some where partying so i didnt wake her up or nothing
 
Took 3.5mg of k-pins with no benzo tolerance, or experince for that matter, and went to a friends house. I ended up walking around his house like an idiot, and I kept telling him I wasn't fucked up. I ended up going to my grandparents later that night, and I was like hmmm, I'm not fucked up enough, so I took who knows how much valium and aitvans and ended up passing out on my grandparents couch.

I woke up 16 hours later, then ended up going over to my ex gf (gf at the time) house and I didn't realize I was fucked.

Ended up having her mom drive me home, and her stay with me, and she ended up talking to my parents and just watching over me that night.

oh do I feel like an ass from that event. This was almost 2 years ago.
 
drumnbass420 said:
I don't make stupid choices while fucked up. Maybe a couple times I opened up more than I normally would.

My biggest regret (or the only time I ever felt regret with drugs) happened back in may. I was too busy buying drugs while my cat was dieing. I didn't take her to the vet, she probably wound up suffering before she died in may. I had her for 10 years and I still miss her.
Forgive me kitty for being so selfish:( RIP kitty:(
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oh poor kitty :( i'm so sorry...
 
i got a day vacation off rehab and ate 15 xanax 2mg xr's after being completely clean for 2 months right before coming back there. i blacked out for the first time in my life and messed up the whole rehab, ate all the food, messed up everything etc. as well as told my mom & dad bunch of stupid shit.
the next day i was sent home again cuz while still being high i kept demanding darvocets for my ''tooth pain'' while i'm threatening to remove my tooth with a pliers. thanks them they didn't sent me back to prison & i'm here clean today =D
 
Selling Weed on School property during the summer.....
An under cover cop saw me and I didnt know he was a cop till he called for back up. The cop snuck up on the both of us and I couldnt run because another cop was comming in on a car on the side of us. He serched us and found weed on both of us.
We both got put in handcuffs and the other kid got taken away. But then he was let go. On his way passed me, he looked real ashamed and wished me luck. I guess he told the cops I was dealing and that 'I' was the one who sold the weed to him.
He was charged w/ Parophinalia and a small amount of marijuana. I got got w/ 3 half eighth bags, and they gave me Intent to sell on school property, Possession on school property, and paraphinalia.
It wasent worth it and I was allowed to leave my house only every weekend for 60 days.
 
Ginger Jack said:
Selling Weed on School property during the summer.....
An under cover cop saw me and I didnt know he was a cop till he called for back up. The cop snuck up on the both of us and I couldnt run because another cop was comming in on a car on the side of us. He serched us and found weed on both of us.
We both got put in handcuffs and the other kid got taken away. But then he was let go. On his way passed me, he looked real ashamed and wished me luck. I guess he told the cops I was dealing and that 'I' was the one who sold the weed to him.
He was charged w/ Parophinalia and a small amount of marijuana. I got got w/ 3 half eighth bags, and they gave me Intent to sell on school property, Possession on school property, and paraphinalia.
It wasent worth it and I was allowed to leave my house only every weekend for 60 days.
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fucking snitchers!!!!!11:X
 
Animal Mother said:
I backed up into a firehydrant and my friend said "What the fuck was that?"
I replied "Jesus, did I just a kid? Please tell me it was a kid and nothing that's going to fuck up my bumper"


Also. I left a dope house because my friend's decided to start super tweaking.
I'd been doing coke all night and it had snowed that morning. I live in Texas, so frozen Highways mean slow drivers. I started running people off the road on I-30 for shits and giggles. I know that I am personally responsible for a few of the wrecks that happend that day. Only one of the other drivers actually hit another car. Two of the cars the median, and one hit a sign near the exit.

I took the wheels off of a black kid's bicycle and put it up on cinder blocks. That was hilarious.
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LOL, "pleast tell me it was a kid" that's great 8D. Horrible about the cars, but still funny. Fitting name dude, fitting name.
 
This happened maybe three years ago.

At that time the majority of my dope came from this one guy. He wasn't a dealer per se, but he used to buy oz's of uncut SA dope for his own use. Out of his stash, he'd sell us some so he could at least recoup some money. He never bothered with stamps or anything. We'd just drop by his house and he'd grab a random plastic bag, rip off a corner, and fill it up with dope.

Well, his supplier was a guy we referred to as "the Colombian." He was Colombian and got his dope as soon as it landed in the country. He only sold uncut wholesale. Know, this guy was quite the character. He had no legal job and always looked out of place. He drove one of those circa 1980's type vans. It didn't look like a minivan. It was one of those vans that had a little table between the backseats and had blinds on the windows. One of those "fucking" vans.

Now, we figured he was his supplier before we were properly introduced to him. A regular drop consisted of him driving up the one way street and honking his horn at least five times. After blocking up traffic for 5 minutes, he'd get out the car with a backpack and knock on the door. Someone would answer, he'd go in, and come out in 2 minutes. Thirty minutes later our guy comes out his house high as shit. It obviously doesn't take Sherlock Holmes to deduce exactly what was going on.

So, this one day we went to his house to get some dope. He was out and was currently waitin' on the Colombian to come by. We said fuck it and just went to another dealer. Well, while we were out, the Colombian did drop by, but he didn't make his drop. As he was rounding the corner of the block, he gets pulled over for having a tail light out. He's got a few ounces in his backpack, which he conveniently keeps either on his lap or on the passenger seat. After the cop car stops him, he realizes what he's holding and desperately scrambles and tries to hide it under the seat. Well, the cop saw him fucking around, and since he's stopped in a neighborhood that has at least 3 dealers on every corner, the copper knows what's up. He orders the Colombian out the car and eventually ends up searching the backpack...

The Colombian is still currently in jail. No one's sure what happened to his van.



*To this day, that was some of the purest dope I've ever had.
 
My first mushroom experience, unquestionably... I had dabbled in acid a few times, and had some big trips, but nothing, and I mean nothing, prepared me for this.


After a night involving a gram of coke, 2-3 mdma pills, and a few joints at 8am, we broke out just under 200 decent sized mushrooms (yeah, I decided to count them), boiled them up into tea, and split it between three of us.

I have never, ever, ventured as far from the realm of sanity as I did that morning. I can't even begin to put into words the sheer intensity of the trip. It involved crawling on the ceiling, and a lengthy discussion with my friend that we'd done something completely and utterly irreversible, and we needed to learn how to live in this new world...

Woke up in a hospital bed after the third party decided to call an ambulance. I was shirtless, shoeless, and wearing jeans. Needless to say, I hotfooted it out of there (damn those high-side beds), sprinting 3 kilometres home in monday morning peakhour traffic, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans, tripping balls.

Needless to say, the first thing I did when I got home, was rolled a joint.
 
I had sexual intercourse with a sheep while high once. Now people in my home town jeer me as I walk down the road. All I hear is, "Sheep fucker!" and "You sick pevert!" It bugs me, but my invisible leprechaun friend says to not let it get to me.
 
Me and a friend picked about a pound of potent shrooms last year and decided to have a 'party'. We invited all of our (and only our) shroom loving friends and everybody tripped for free. A couple folks brought guitars, some brought sparklers, beer etc. It was a pretty big deal and everyone knew this Saturday was going to be one to remember for a long time.

Me and one guy drank 3 times more than everybody else cause we were pretty seasoned and feeling pretty cocky and ready to lift off.

Just as I started to trip I realized I left 2 gallons of OJ (for the vodka) back at my house, about 5 miles away. I got in my car and scooted on over to my place. On the way there I started to TRIP. By the time I got inside my house I was laughing so hard I think all my neighbors heard.

Within five minutes my trip had gone from about a 4 to about a 10. There was no way I could drive back to the party, MY party, with MY shrooms. I ended up staying home for about 4 hours before someone was able to come pick me up.

When I got back though it felt like I'd been gone about 5 minutes.

Ehh, coulda been worse.
 
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