wikiidgremlin
Greenlighter
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It was June of 2011. Having left the homeless shelter in the 3rd largest city in my state, I got a room at a rooming house. I had been there for a few months and knew and partied with most of the residents. One particular day, I popped half of an 8 mg suboxone strip and split a bottle of Jack with a buddy of mine in my room. A little while later, I went downstairs to another kid's room and his buddy gave me a line of "molly". I use the quotes because it wasn't like any molly I had done before. No rush, no roll, nothing. Approximately 10 minutes later, my happy ass decided to take a jaunt down Main Street, as I was feeling pretty nice between the strip and the bottle. As I started walking down Main, the molly must've kicked in. There were fire hydrants lined up every 100 feet or so on the opposite side of the street. When I passed the first one, it popped and started spraying a translucent liquid into the air that definately wasn't water. I t had a strange glow to it and flowed almost like mercury would. As it started flooding the street, I started walking faster. I passed another one and the same thing happened; it popped and started flooding the street with this odd liquid. I started running, and they kept popping as I passed them. I came to a strip of restaurants with seating for patrons outside. I ran up to the first seated person I saw and I told the guy he needed to get his family out of there because the hydrants had popped and were now flooding the street...he looked up at me with a smile as he cut into his steak and said, "Dude, what the fuck are you on? There's no flood." As soon as I turned around, I saw a cop approach me. He asked me what I was on. With defiance, I proclaimed, "Bath salts, motherfucker!" What happened immediately after that is a blank spot in my memory. The next thing I remember is floating toward an intensely bright light in a very bright tunnel with all kinds of different colored lights shooting past me. Inside the circle of light was a man in a robe with long hair and a beard, but his features were fuzzy and hard to distinguish. I remember feeling totally at peace as I slowly floated forward. All of a sudden, I simply stopped floating forward and was suspended where I was. Then I began to float backwards, away from the light, slowly at first. Then the floating backwards accelerated, and I felt I hard thump directly in the middle of my chest. I opened my eyes and looked to my left. I was handcuffed to the hospital bed. I looked to my right, same thing, cuffed to the bed. I looked down to my feet, saw my feet shackled to the bed, and a large white tube protruding from my member. There was enough play in the handcuffs as they were the old style with the chain, so I grabbed the catheter and started pulling. A nurse came into my room and screamed, "No! Stop pulling, there's a balloon on the end, we have to deflate it!" I screamed back, "Get this fucking thing out of me! Get it out NOW!" She deflated the ballon in time as I pulled it out. Security came in, unshackled me, and I left without checking out. I pretty much hit the doors running.
The moral is this: Don't mix alcohol in copious amounts with anything. Stick to one or the other.
The moral is this: Don't mix alcohol in copious amounts with anything. Stick to one or the other.
