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Yes I used the search engine and I know we've had 'what was the first drug you tried?' and 'how old were you when you first did drugs?' but I thought it would be interesting to hear people's stories of the first time they did what is now their DOC - did you like/hate it? What was the experience like? What led you to try it - did you seek it out or did it just happen?

For me, the first time I ever did drugs was in 2003, when I was 16, with my ex boyfriend who I'd just met. I didn't know he did drugs and I was a bit pissed off that on our second date he had to go to the carpark to have a line of speed/k, I was thinking, jeez, couldn't he have waited til I left or something...?
They racked them up on the top of the car and I still remember his bro saying to me 'Want a line, sweetheart?' But I was too scared, and I stood about 20m away from them with my arms folded, pissed off. The next week - same situation but this time I agreed and they racked me up 'a baby line for a baby' 8) I was thinking that when I snorted it it would go into my lungs and make me cough. It wasn't an intense experience, just made me talkative, but after that day I didn't go more than 5 days without doing drugs for 3 years, until my first attempt at quitting.

First time I tried meth (my DOC and problem drug) was a few weeks after that experience, a friend came round with a pipe. My ex asked him 'Can she have a puff...?' And he said 'Yeah it'd be BARBARIC to not give her a go'. I had a puff and felt nothing much at all though my friends freaked because my eyes instantly dilated massively. I don't remember how it got such a hold of me after that day.
 
The first time i tried Brown....

My brothers mate said i should try it with them rather than try it elsewhere.

so im like yeah k what does it do? he said it'll be the best experience i ever have.We smoke it on foil he does it for me,i smoke four consecutive lines and it comes on strong.

I felt like i was hovering a few mm above my seat and when my eyes closed i could just picture the perfect beach with gold sand and blue water.

Pure Bliss to sum it up in one.

Then my bro disturbs my nod to pass me a spliff... pfft

Peace

SL
 
Snorted a bag of dope cause my friend convinced me to try it, "come on dude it's only ten bucks for an oxy 80 basically" so I'm like okay, drive down to Cookies Milk Donughts and cop 1 bag, snort like half of it, it was def. fire, I said "It tastes like dry macaroni" haha then we came back home. Right down the street from my house basically.
 
November 11th 2004. Injected street grade diamorphone. Felt very hot and then felt very serene. Looked at myself in mirror and thought about what I had just done.
 
My real DOC is Crack. I ended up doing heroin which became a sort of "substitute DOC" because it was easier on my body than crack after having a full on heart attack at the age of 18.

I had been using cocaine since I was 13 years old and by 14 was an everyday user, at least 1-2g a day, and maybe a ball or so on a friday or saturday night. I was going to meet my dad who had been in prison my entire life growing up. We were not on good terms by any means, and the only real reason I was going was to meet a sister I had never met that lived in his area.

He lives in Ohio and I lived in DC at the time right after my 18th birthday. Once I got to my sisters house we all started playing drinking games to "ease the tension". Well my emotions got the best of me and I ended up downing a 1/5th of SoCo by myself and trying to fight my dad lol. I passed out and woke up in my dad's house.

It was dark, all the blinds were closed up and there were a few people sitting on the ground around me. I was still extremely drunk/hungover and I couldn't really see well enough what everyone was doing, as the room was still spinning on me. My dad handed me his pipe and said "here try this, it'll make you feel better" He lit it for me and told me when to hit it and kept telling me to hold it all in.

It went down so smooth. I held it in until I felt that icy numb rush fill my lungs and then BOOM! It hit my brain. I felt amazing. It hit me so hard my ears were ringing, but I didn't care, I was fucking HIGH. Well as anyone who smokes crack knows, this led to us passing it around until it was gone about 9 hours later. I was no longer drunk and we were all fiending for more, HARD. So they made me drive them around from cop spot to cop spot and told me it was my turn to pay, which I did. At this point I didn't care I just wanted some crack.

We found some and picked up a good enough chunk to last us for the next day or so and went over to some crackhouse and continued to smoke until all of my cash was gone. My dad went into a psychotic state when we ran out and told me to get out or he was going to fucking kill me, so I left. This event later led me into probably the darkest time in my life when I became homeless on the streets and a full blown basehead at 18.

Bottom line....Smoking crack is not fun. Smoking crack with your crazy crackhead father is even more not fun. Being a homeless crackhead is least fun.

Fuck crack
 
My "DOC" are opiates[pills]
havent tried herion yet and don't plan on it anytime soon
cause ill know ill like it wayyy to much.
anyways I was at a hooka bar with my girlfriend ,my best friends, and my sister.
i think i was 15.
and i was pretty buzzed on sparks.
and my sister decided to give all of us norcos.
and then she gave me two because i was her sis :]
and we were all smoking hooka and then the pills hit me and it was hazy and everything
was just content i guess.
i felt warm and fuzzy and loved everyone lol.
then i got two more pills from her the following week.
and i gave one to my friend and we both didn't feel them.
we were just talkitive.
....
after that i ended up doing them again but more.
and ended up getting hooked.
i stole my gf script for them.
i took everyday.
i started buying oxys.
but i've slowed down alot but still love/do em.
lol
not a hardcore story like crackhouse above^
but to me it was back then.
 
Meth.

I had been doing coke for about six or seven months pretty much daily but my finances were getting low and it wasn't doing for me what it had in the beginning. A friend of my told me I should try "tweak." I didn't really know what it was but she said it was basically just stronger coke and cheaper, lasted longer. I looked it up online but the chemical ingridients and info sort of freaked me out. She mentioned it a couple times but I just sort of waved it off since I was weary. One night we were out with some friends and pretty wasted; one of her friends kept hitting on me and it was freaking me out-- I also had a boyfriend-- so when she left to go to the bathroom I went with her to not be alone. She was doing some in the bathroom and told me I should just try and a line, I figured what the hell.

Thus began my five year addiction to methamphamine that has cost me most things in my life I held dear. I got super fucking high and sobered up a lot, we stayed up all night talking to each other about our families and childhood and blah blah. The next two days I felt horrible and was in bed, throwing up and sick. But I lost four pounds and I was pretty much hooked after that.
 
My DOC is coke, (AMT is a very very close second, I probably switch the two every other thread that asks about my DOC) and the first time was kinda uneventful. Me and a friend got a gram of some really good shit from his boss at an employee discounted price :). We then went over to another drug buddies house. He was very experienced with coke and we shared some with him if he showed us the ropes. I was anxious about putting shit inside my face, and didn't expect the oncoming drip that I got after my first line. There was one other female present and the four of us each did a line, and by the time the mirror got back to me I wasn't feeling anything yet, so I did the next one... after my co-coke virgin friend did his second line everyone started getting extremely chatty, and I remember not even noticing it, but the guy introducing it to us told us to shut up cuz we were getting annoying lol. Immediately after that i felt the onset of that throat numbing, blissful euphoria. The girl that was there was pretty damn attractive, but once I was yakked SHE WAS A FUCKING GODDESS. I got soo horny... I remember telling my friend "I could definitely see myself getting addicted to this"... Guess what? :\
 
I've been a daily pot smoker since I can remember and at the time I was in the middle of a heavy drinking phase.

I was living with my mentor and was 15 ;-). He "came clean" to me about his erratic meth use which I accepted, then he stated he was "going to get some", I shrugged it off thinking nothing of it.

Fast forward 15 minutes, we're sitting in a big circle with a rasta couple and their baby (poor soul), the dealer and mentor and I. I'm by far the youngest apart from the baby but anyway the topic of meth comes up, I notice everyone in the room get a bit more excited.

Anyway mentor pulls the pipe out and hands it the opposite way, dealer puts in a big scope, it goes around, rasta lady hands it to me and as stupid as it sounds it was the last thing i expected.

The dealer looks at me in disgust, We had a good relationship prior to this with nothing to do with drugs besides weed, Anyway I hit it, probably burnt it intensely because I can still remember that disgusting taste (that we all no and love) and the head rush. I didn't feel much, it just made my legs bounce up and down and I felt really angry.

We go out end up smoking/snorting 1g between 2 people. I'm also drinking.

I get dropped off with my girlfriend and we have amazing sex then I throw up yellow stomach bial (sp?) then get real angry and fuck up my good relationship :-(

Say no to meth :-)
 
So i used to be in love with coke but my real favorite would have to be Meth. My first time was the very last day of my thanksgiving break junior year. I go away to school and I spend my time here clean. So when I'm home it's binge city. On that fateful day we were almost out of money we had like $30. I don't like weed much. It makes me mean. So I was like "I refuse to just get baked on my last day"
my best friend had tweaked before and he was like "we could always get shit"
and i said "do it." I tried to pass it off as a joke, but my friend knows me wayy to well.
he made some calls, we smoked. I went home and found more money. we smoked more. and then I snuck out "borrowed" a car and stayed out untill 3 am smoking.
then i got on a plane at 10
next time i was home we spent over 1300 in just under 3 weeks
woof
 
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I was fuckin around with a little oxycodone pretty much daily after work for a month or two. I showed up at my dudes house after work, and he had gotten some pills that were owed to him. In the bag of pills was a single bag of diesel. He asked me if I wanted to do it with him. Neither one of us had done dope before. I said "fuck it, I aint got nothin to do but chill." He broke it out and we agreed to both do half. I snorted about half of my half and felt it hit me and I was like "damn, that was quick haha." After about five minutes, I decided to do the rest. A few minutes later I was FUUUCKED UP! It was August and hot as fuck outside. I was sitting on his couch POURING sweat after I did it going "holy shit dude. Im high as fuck and I cant stop sweating WHAT THE FUCK MAN!" We picked up the guitars and started jammin some serious slam death metal riffs loud as hell, and the feeling was just amazing. The rest of the day was great. I wish I could go back to the days when a half a bag would get me all fucked up!



JF
 
I was at a house party, with a lot of people who I vaguely knew who had graduated from my school. I was hanging out with a few of my friends, had smoked a little weed, drank some vodka and took oxy throughout the night.

At one point one of the guys from the older crew came downstairs and asked if I wanted to try some 'good shit'. Curious, I go with him, the upstairs has a lot of people in it and I hadn't gone up there that night so I was surprised. They were all sitting around laughing having a good time and then the mirror got passed to me. A nice line of coke were sitting there all ready, and a rolled 5 dollar bill was passed to me. This was all happening really fast, I was kind of disoriented and asked 'umm do I just snort it?' After the first line a few more followed and it was a good time overall. I did end up blacking out due to the opiate and alcohol combo later on though.

However, it took the second or third time before I really felt the full effects of coke, and a ton more for it to become my DOC.

So yeah, fairly uneventful first time haha.
 
Had a serious injury and was on 20mg oxy every 4 hrs for the next 3 days. I liked that it took away the pain and made me all warm.

But the best was getting a pack of oxy to take home. I didn't take it for about a week, then mum came round to take me shopping and go to her place. Right before we went I thought 'fuck it' and took 80mg. It came on strong just as we were leaving the shops and i just lay in the back of the car, blitzed out of my mind while driving across state for 2 hours. That was awesome :)

In a way I'm glad they wouldn't give me another prescription, because I liked it so much. I'd love to take it occasionally cos the feeling was so good. :)
 
mdmantpa said:
My real DOC is Crack. I ended up doing heroin which became a sort of "substitute DOC" because it was easier on my body than crack after having a full on heart attack at the age of 18.

I had been using cocaine since I was 13 years old and by 14 was an everyday user, at least 1-2g a day, and maybe a ball or so on a friday or saturday night. I was going to meet my dad who had been in prison my entire life growing up. We were not on good terms by any means, and the only real reason I was going was to meet a sister I had never met that lived in his area.

He lives in Ohio and I lived in DC at the time right after my 18th birthday. Once I got to my sisters house we all started playing drinking games to "ease the tension". Well my emotions got the best of me and I ended up downing a 1/5th of SoCo by myself and trying to fight my dad lol. I passed out and woke up in my dad's house.

It was dark, all the blinds were closed up and there were a few people sitting on the ground around me. I was still extremely drunk/hungover and I couldn't really see well enough what everyone was doing, as the room was still spinning on me. My dad handed me his pipe and said "here try this, it'll make you feel better" He lit it for me and told me when to hit it and kept telling me to hold it all in.

It went down so smooth. I held it in until I felt that icy numb rush fill my lungs and then BOOM! It hit my brain. I felt amazing. It hit me so hard my ears were ringing, but I didn't care, I was fucking HIGH. Well as anyone who smokes crack knows, this led to us passing it around until it was gone about 9 hours later. I was no longer drunk and we were all fiending for more, HARD. So they made me drive them around from cop spot to cop spot and told me it was my turn to pay, which I did. At this point I didn't care I just wanted some crack.

We found some and picked up a good enough chunk to last us for the next day or so and went over to some crackhouse and continued to smoke until all of my cash was gone. My dad went into a psychotic state when we ran out and told me to get out or he was going to fucking kill me, so I left. This event later led me into probably the darkest time in my life when I became homeless on the streets and a full blown basehead at 18.

Bottom line....Smoking crack is not fun. Smoking crack with your crazy crackhead father is even more not fun. Being a homeless crackhead is least fun.

Fuck crack
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i feel yah man, i am 19 and have been a crackhead since the end of 17. Fucking Crack always keeps me coming back
 
Crack

Decided to head to the hood to get green.
Only a rock is to be seen
Load it in a can give it a whirl.
Shit will get you downward spiraling in circles

I have never felt anxious, complete happiness, wishing I never touched it, running down the street panting cuz I scored some all in a matter of 10 min

what can I say, its my DOC
 
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