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Stephenwalking

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What is the craziest drug or marijuana story you guys have? Mine would be tbe the story i posted earlier today, check it out:

So it all started last year about this time. It was snowy and cold but me and my friends didnt care we were on a mission for drugs (xanax or oxy) so i had all my friends get in my tiny car. We went all the way to the west side of my city to get some green hulks. (green bars) when we got there we had to pay like a whole dollar more for each bar (cannot specifically say price but they are VERRY expencive in my city) so i was pissed about that but bought 3.

I was planning on doing 1 now so that i feel it by the time i get home (30 minute drive) and save the rest for tomorrow or another day. So i drop my dude off who lives on the west side so it was only about a mile away. We hang out at his house for about 20 minutes i pop another 1/3rd and thats the last thing i remember.

Next thing i know i wake up in a hostital with 2 black eyes and a busted forhead that they later did surgery on. Keep in mind this was no little cut (35 stitches, about as big as my forhead) anyway i got some vikes, some 5s but still. I took 2 every 4 hours so i felt good most of the time. I had near no opiate tolarence at the time. I have about a 60mg of oxy will get me going tolerance now a days. its not small to say the least.

But anyway i got sent home like 5 days after the crash and i was able to hang out with my friends who i was with and get theyre side of the story. Basically i poppes the rest of that bar and drove them back home and i guess my driving was so fucked that i was scaring the shit out of them.

I dropped them all off at my one friends house cuz they wanted to hamg out. They asked me to chill with them but i guess i wanted to go home cuz it was late. (11 pm and i had to wake up early af the next day) i guess after that i went home and left again and went on some main roads and thats when it happened.

I had a dui, possession of marijuana, and paraphernalia charges. (thank god i left the xan back at home) so after everything happened we found out that dude gets them from china or some shit and the people put too much of whatever random drug in it. Fuckin asses. And here i am a year later in opiate withdrawal broke af. Pease and love guys ��
 
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hiding in a bush in the middle of a highway median because i smoked PCP laced marijuana. i felt the room that i smoked it in closing in on me so had to leave... but i put a a different shoe on each foot.. and a cop drove by while i was walking.... i became convinced he saw my two different shoes and was coming to get me. time to hide.

also smoked dusty pot at 3am in an abandoned mental hospital. we hung out there often so knew our way around but with no flashlights, and no cellphones (this was like Y2K) we ended up lost... buddy got so pissed he punched a plexiglass window and broke a knuckle. then we drove around to where people hung out with their fancy cars and my other buddy fucked some drunk chick behind a dumpster. she wanted a ride home after.... sorry, no room dumpster hoe...

smoked dusty pot in an abandoned power plant another time.... there was a hole in the 3rd floor down to the basement... i somehow was right on the edge, luckily i snapped out of it and realized it wasn't worth the 3 story drop to see if there was any scrap metal i could steal in the giant pile of debris that was emptied down it.

my conclusion is PCP is really fun.
 
So I was up 3 days on a speedball binge, and was really hitting the coke hard. Full blown paranoia had set in, and I was peeking out the window every few minutes. This went on for some time. When I looked out into my backyard at 2-3AM, holy-!#~# THERE'S A HALF DOZEN COPS SWARMING MY YARD. I freaked the F__ OUT. Went running around the house flushing baggies, flinging needles into the attic to get rid of them, locking down my computer.. all in a massive panic like none other. Just waiting for the knock or battering ram. But it never came. After about 10 minutes, I looked out back again, and they had moved on to the next yard. It was an extreme relief. But to this day, I still have zero clue what they were doing, a half dozen cops, just wandering from yard to yard in the middle of the night, scaring the crap out of poor innocent speedball fiends.
 
Well, I have a few, so Ill pick the earliest one. I was about 15 and was flirting with a girl, she invited me in her birthday party, and it all seemed like it would be my first time getting laid. But it didn't happen this way, cause in the party I took the bottle of vodka and started drinking...and drinking...and drinking.
So I took the telephone of her house(it was about 2 am) and started calling anyone I had in my contacts list and talking about... I don't know what. She started getting anoyied and asked me to leave her phone. Then I started flirting with an other girl, who's boyfriend was in the party. So he got pissed and started saying to his friends that he would beat me, and I heared that. I kicked his ass, then the other guys atacked me, we started fighting, then the girl comes there and asks me to leave. I left the party with my sister. But being an inexpiriensed drinker and drinking so much vodka can only lead to one thing: o.d.
I fainted half my way home, so my sister called my mom and together they took me home, dragging me from the legs(and it was a long way).They put me in the soffa to sleep, but I wouldn't stop falling so they trussed me there.
Next day I wake up with the wost hangover of my life, my mom would stop the yama, and... here he is.
They guy I beated in the party come out of my house wanting to fight me. I tell them Im to sick to fight, so they just hit me a little and leave.
Of course, I never fucked that girl and she doesn't talk to me even after all those years.
 
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