Arsine Fartrate
Greenlighter
- Joined
- Oct 23, 2010
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All of you who like to obnoxiously berate others for their obscenely reckless behavior, don't flap your trap - I know what follows is unbelievably stupid and I don't think anyone else has to be told that either. It's obvious. Nothing inspirational came of it, and I learned nothing. I am posting this only for the amusement of others at my expense.
We travel back to a dark and sinister time, when a chimp ruled the world, and drugs ruled mine.
I had decided that this 4/20 of 2004 was to be utterly extreme. Sobriety was to be fired into the sun and vaporized. As such, a delightfully brain-searing dish was prepared, a cereal bowl of assorted goodies: Ativan, Adderall, Ambien, Xanax, and shrooms.
4:20 PM arrived and the lunch of doom was consumed. My friend C appeared, and I opened the door to find him grinning with a huge bag of joints and an armload of Colt 45s. We blazed a few, slammed some beers, and things got hazy. Real hazy.
Hit the road in his jeep. I think I brought pills for us to eat. Where we were headed, I have no idea.
I remember hurling the last 40 out the window after nightfall.
Ended up at some crazy party I have almost no recollection of, gobbling painkillers, shoveling down acid, smoking crack. Don't know where I got any of that shit, I didn't have it when I left.
Bits and pieces of us careening all over the wrong lane, screaming, as a huge semi beared down us, horn blaring. Amazing we didn't get killed - or arrested for driving fucked out of our minds.
The "peak" of the experience, a psychotic episode, was the only period of lucidity of the night: cruising down some lonely highway, his brown jeep suddenly turned into a brilliant neon green car, and I turned, shocked, to find him gone! The wheel whipped about freely - the car was driving itself! Night turned to day; red, yellow, and blue birds circled the tree tops, shouting Frank Zappa's "Sex." The "car" curved up a hill, and on reaching the top, resumed from the bottom, climbing the mirror image of that very same hill! The looney loop continued seemingly forever. I was sure I was a catatonic vegetable, family and friends crying over me in the hospital, the latest round in the arsenal of the Drug War. I waited eagerly for the morphine shot.
Bam. Back at my apartment, projectile vomiting 20 ft from the toilet - perfect hit! C was next - bullseye!
Next thing I knew I was waking up in my bed, staring crosseyed at the ceiling, hungover beyond belief. After some time I rolled out of bed and glanced at the clock: it was 8pm of 4/21. A full 28 hour blackout. Amazing. Rang up C and asked whether the incident with the semi was real, or if I had just dreamt it, and all he could say was "man... dude...... man... that very well may have happened."
Taking all possible drug combinations - simultaneously - is some seriously bad shit! For all I know I could've knifed someone that night.
We travel back to a dark and sinister time, when a chimp ruled the world, and drugs ruled mine.
I had decided that this 4/20 of 2004 was to be utterly extreme. Sobriety was to be fired into the sun and vaporized. As such, a delightfully brain-searing dish was prepared, a cereal bowl of assorted goodies: Ativan, Adderall, Ambien, Xanax, and shrooms.
4:20 PM arrived and the lunch of doom was consumed. My friend C appeared, and I opened the door to find him grinning with a huge bag of joints and an armload of Colt 45s. We blazed a few, slammed some beers, and things got hazy. Real hazy.
Hit the road in his jeep. I think I brought pills for us to eat. Where we were headed, I have no idea.
I remember hurling the last 40 out the window after nightfall.
Ended up at some crazy party I have almost no recollection of, gobbling painkillers, shoveling down acid, smoking crack. Don't know where I got any of that shit, I didn't have it when I left.
Bits and pieces of us careening all over the wrong lane, screaming, as a huge semi beared down us, horn blaring. Amazing we didn't get killed - or arrested for driving fucked out of our minds.
The "peak" of the experience, a psychotic episode, was the only period of lucidity of the night: cruising down some lonely highway, his brown jeep suddenly turned into a brilliant neon green car, and I turned, shocked, to find him gone! The wheel whipped about freely - the car was driving itself! Night turned to day; red, yellow, and blue birds circled the tree tops, shouting Frank Zappa's "Sex." The "car" curved up a hill, and on reaching the top, resumed from the bottom, climbing the mirror image of that very same hill! The looney loop continued seemingly forever. I was sure I was a catatonic vegetable, family and friends crying over me in the hospital, the latest round in the arsenal of the Drug War. I waited eagerly for the morphine shot.
Bam. Back at my apartment, projectile vomiting 20 ft from the toilet - perfect hit! C was next - bullseye!
Next thing I knew I was waking up in my bed, staring crosseyed at the ceiling, hungover beyond belief. After some time I rolled out of bed and glanced at the clock: it was 8pm of 4/21. A full 28 hour blackout. Amazing. Rang up C and asked whether the incident with the semi was real, or if I had just dreamt it, and all he could say was "man... dude...... man... that very well may have happened."
Taking all possible drug combinations - simultaneously - is some seriously bad shit! For all I know I could've knifed someone that night.
