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That one dose you lost...

Back when I did Norco I kept them in a pill bottle in my medicine cabinet in the bathroom. Back then my tolerance was far lower and 20 mg was my usual dose. I always break the pills in half before swallowing. So I was standing in front of the sink and tried to break the first pill and it flew out of my hands - half went down the sink and the other half fell in the toilet. God what a pisser...
 
I lost a bag of dope behind my heater (there was a slight crack in the wall) and you don't know how long I tried to get that shit back out.... I even tried a hanger and everything, but I could never find it. That shit probably turned to dust (it was also about three years ago when that happened). I was so pissed when that happened. It just fell into this black hole and I almost really tore the floor heater from the wall. I thought about just breaking it off. Damn, dope really had me on some other shit... some crazy shit, lol. Glad those times are over. I was fucking crazy.
 
Oh man don't get me started haha I got some for every drug I've done.

heroin - I remember getting so high on h and sticks that I couldn't remember where I stashed a bundle the next day. Luckily I found it weeks later when it was desperately needed tucked away in a video game case haha. On the flip side twice I found a full bag on the floor of my local corner store.

OC - my girlfriend was naive at the time and I went to lengths to hide it. Since I was just starting I used to split the OC 80s in two and do 40mg at a time. One time I stashed 1 1/2 pills in my usual spot (rolled up piece of extra carpeting) only to come back the next day and find my parents tossed it.

E - I had a bag of about ten pink stars, which by this time everyone knew the deal so I didn't bother hiding stuff well anymore. I went to get it off my dresser in the closet but it was gone...given the looks and it being in a sandwich bag I think my grandmother thought was cereal or candy and tossed it haha.

opana/Xanax- the most frustrating yet comical way I ever lost anything. My friend's mother picked a friend and I up completely wasted on a stupid combo of different shit and brought me home. I gave her a stick as a thank you and being stupid left the cell phone and bag with the rest on my lap. I hopped out of the car and bam down the drain goes my cell phone and bag with the pills. There was a storm grate at the beginning of my driveway so it literally went down the drain....and I woke up checking my voicemails to hear his mother mocking me -- ahh the memories haha
 
Back in like '09 when OG80s were all the rage, I had stopped at a gas station, got my car washed, got home and realized the 80 I had with me wasn't in my pocket. I backtracked everywhere, got to the DIY car wash stall I was in and saw a green puddle in the corner. It was the 80, but the coating came off because it got wet.

I still salvaged it at least.
 
So I used to have this thing where when I filled a script and had hundreds of 30s and 80s in front of me, I'd take a handful and just toss them in my room. The principle was that some would be hard to find, and I wouldn't go crazy searching unless I was out and sick, making them last longer. It was pretty effective for a good number of years until supplies got tighter and my habit reached "bullshit you didn't do that much" levels. Then I couldn't not remember how many were missing. But even for years after that, if I tore shit up hard enough I'd usually find that one blue that would save my ass until my next appt/dealer text/pharmacy opening. Always wonder if, after I got hauled away to jail and lost the place while locked up, I ever missed any that the next residents enjoyed.
And recently I just randomly found a bag of H I didn't even know I lost, right when I most needed it.
 
I remember once I was in the bathroom prepping some vicodin to take - usually I split them in half before I swallow them. When one of the pills broke in half both ends flew out of my hands. One half fell in the toilet and the other down the drain of the sink.
 
svacheme3 said:
So I used to have this thing where when I filled a script and had hundreds of 30s and 80s in front of me, I'd take a handful and just toss them in my room.
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This made me lol pretty good, I can't imagine someone just chucking a bunch of pills into a room lol. When In tramadol withdrawals this week I opened my center console in my truck and saw a pill, i pulled all my shit out of it and found 5 more which was great. I know my friend, who is also my middleman, dropped a 10mg hydrocodone in my passenger seat plus I dropped another one between the driver seat and center console. I have yet to find those, I think they got under the carpet and are sitting on the metal.
 
Yes when I over dosed on H. when I returned from the hospital my H was gone. Paramedics prolly took it
 
I'd gone to the city and picked up a bun, did like 2 or 3, ended up going to a couple of bars later that night, had the rest with me. Gone into the bathrooms to do a couple more, later that night got home went to do another and couldn't find my last 3 bags. I ended up going back to both bars I'd been to searched the bathrooms telling people I was looking for a "lost ring". Never found them that night....next morning I go out to my car to get something out of the back seat and found them on the floor under the drivers side seat. Don't know how they ended up there, but I sure was tickled to find them!
 
Found 2 boxes of subutex (14 x 8mg) in my underpants drawer in my folks house when I got back from rehab. Was sick as a dog and really needed them. Used for 10 days in a row and suffered only minor WDs the same as I would from 2 days of heroin use.

I was feeling pretty shitty anyway because of stopping a benzo and massive lyrica habit with almost no taper, that may be why I didn't feel the opiate WDs more, IDK.

The subs had been there since my trip to France years prior to that. I returned with so many boxes I lost count. Crazy thing is my ma would have w as shed clothes for me and put them in my warddrobe the odd time I stayed there.
I cannot count the amount of drugs she has found and thrown away on me in the past so it really is a miracle they survived.
 
Once missed the methadone clinic and woke up sick with no money at like 9pm. Called my good friend Trevor (RIP) and went down to the homeless hostel he was staying in to meet him. He gave me half a g of gear (h) for free. We then got a rock of crack and split it between us. He went back inside and I went home.

On the way I saw a guy that had ripped me off for 20e months before. Without thinking I punched him in the face and shouted at him. Once he got his senses back I realised he was with two other guys and looked like he had been in prison and had been working out. I sparred with him for a bit then turned to run. My sick little legs couldn't outrun the two younger guys he was with and they held me in place as he slowed ripped a coke can in half and proceeded to batter me about the head with the jagged edge.

He left me alone and I continued on my way laughing manically and dripping blood from my face. People we obviously shocked there were a lot of tourists around but I didn't care because in 15 minutes I would be sticking a snowball/speedball in my arm.

When I arrived I got out the stuff found the rock and realised I had dropped the h somewhere on the way.
I called up a dealer explained the situation and luckily he agreed to give me a gram on tick. I then had to make another hour round trip to get more h which went without incident.
I really enjoyed that shot when I got home lol!!

I never payed the dealer back for the gear. I actually feel bad about it even though I had given the crew thousands of euros over the years and none of them were users, however had they not fronted me I would have been in for a pretty bad night.



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Another time I got home to my girlfriend after buying 20 2mg xanax bars. We were going clothes shopping so i decided that this was a 6mg situation. I got a cup of tea ready and realised I didn't have the sticks on me.

On the off chance that I dropped them I asked the taxi driver to pull over on our way into town. Just as I stepped out of the taxi I saw another addict bending down to pick up MY bag of sticks!!

With righteous indignation I yelled at him "those are mine!!". The force of the yell convinced him straight away but with instinctual Street suspicion he asked "what are they?". Sticks I said, I just bought them from (blank) 10 minutes ago. He handed them over without incident and i gave him 2 bars for his trouble. I ate 3 and hopped back in the car with my girlfriend ready to go sigh... clothes shopping. At least the xanax would kick in soon ;)
 
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Before the Superbowl last year I was using Kratom to stave off opiate withdrawal. Right before the Superbowl I lost my ability to hold down Kratom. Projectile vomited in the bathroom from like 8 feet high to the floor, all in the shower fortunately. Cleaned it up for like a half hour, managed to track down a couple bottles of cheratussin AC on short notice (I hadn't used anything but subs or Kratom in over 6 months so wasn't plugged and connected on opiates at that point.)

I drank avout 16oz of that shit over the course of the 2nd half and kicked cold turkey the next day. Fortunately Kratom with a side of codeine was an easy kick, called work claimed flu and was back in 5-6 days.

Nice thing about mid winter for all the working men and women out there is the flu is so common you get a freebie for dopesickness once a year.
 
I lost about 1.8g of Bubba Kush at a free music festival last summer. I wasn't really bummed since I had smoked a good amount of it already and it was well worth the price of admission, also whoever found it must have had an awesome night. Also, some guy passed me an unlit blunt and told me to smoke as much of it as I wanted since I was apparently the only person around with a lighter. I remember mentioning that we should turn around a bit so it wouldn't be in the two cop's faces who were standing like 20 feet away. It was bizarre, they weren't even flinching since almost everyone was smoking.

The next day, I lost the rest of my pack of cigarettes with about 15mg of adderall left in a 30mg capsule along with some xanax with about 0.3g of herb. It was still totally worth it.
 
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