high on stemz-nseeds
Ex-Bluelighter
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- Oct 3, 2004
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I got to my friends party at about 10pm, just as things started to liven up. There was about 15 people there, most drinking from the keig (sp?), some passing a crack pipe around which i chose not to participate in. I pour a beer and sit down next to a girl that looks pretty out of it. I watch as one of the crack smokers gets a little loud and violent; it looked like he was trying to take the next hit but it wasn't his turn and someone said something. Then the guy takes the pipe and throws it at the other guys head after he said something like "its my pipe give it the fuck here". I heard the crack on his head (no pun intended) from 20 feet away over the noise of the party. The guy jumps over and starts pounding the guy senseless. The noise and yelling wakes the girl up that is next to me some.
The crackheads stop fighting and leave. I sit there nervously, everyone is pretty drunk but I just sip my beer. I dont like the taste much. I start talking to the girl some. She said she just ate 2 blue valiums. I say "neat. i never tried that" and she says "do you want to?" "sure" "12 dollars each hun"
Not wanting to pass up a good opportunity (i always wanted to try valium, i heard it was one of the best drugs there are), i give her 60$ and pop all 5. She looks at me and says "wow soldier. you are going to get fucked up, better quit drinking" But I finish my beer. She nodded back to sleep so I got up and walk to my friends on the couch. They are watching some lame movie about killer clowns from space.
It had only been 30 minutes and I start to feel dizzy like, in a good way. It starts to get hazy around here obviously. I remember taking off my pants and a few other things thats about it. I was so confused but didn't know it. I walk around with my pants hanging down while everyone looked at me. Then one of the guys threw a cup of beer on me. I kicked him in the chin and he fell back holding it. I saw some blood on his hand. The party thrower yells "TED (not my real name) get the fuck out of my house now!" So I pull up my pants and try to walk out. I stumble around and finally go outside.
My house was about a mile away. No way was I pedalling on my bike a mile, I could barely walk. I get into a hazy, angry mode of consciousness. I had no inhibitions to realize the wrong of my actions. After standing out in the dark for 10 minutes or so, I decide to play a game. I pick up a rock and throw it through a window of the house and get on my bike and pedal away. I fall off the bike onto the pavement, cutting my elbow and arm bad. I watch from about 50 meters as a guy angrily throw open a side door of the house, near the window i broke. I hide in the grass, laying down, feeling like a special operations soldier. He screams "TED get the fuck back here pussy! or i'm calling the cops" I smile and continue to hide. He shines a flashlight around but its not at the right angle to spot me.
When he goes back in I leave my bike in the grass near the road and stumble back toward the house. I pick out a half piece of brick from an old wall that had collapsed. Smiling, i run up to the sliding glass doors where I was forced to exit. I see 4 people watching the same clown movie on the couch and chairs. I then throw the brick. It doesnt go through, it just shatters and cracks the glass. I take off running. I hear screaming and then hear footsteps chasing me. I fall down and remember a few flashes of them beating me, thats all.
I do remember waking up. I was outside in the grass where I had fell. I was cut, beaten, and bruised. I had such a hangover on top of it. The sky was bright... it was 4pm in the afternoon. I look down at the house and see the broken door. I eventually remember where my bike is and I pedal home. I was so much in pain I thought of killing myself.
Later that day, cops came to my house. Long story short, I'm charged with vandalism, simple assault and disorderly conduct. The cop was mean to me. It turns out the guy i kicked in the face lost 2 teeth. The windows broken came to 870$ that I'll have to pay on top of all the fines.
Don't fuck around with valium. It ruined my life,and I completely blame the drug, not me.
The crackheads stop fighting and leave. I sit there nervously, everyone is pretty drunk but I just sip my beer. I dont like the taste much. I start talking to the girl some. She said she just ate 2 blue valiums. I say "neat. i never tried that" and she says "do you want to?" "sure" "12 dollars each hun"
Not wanting to pass up a good opportunity (i always wanted to try valium, i heard it was one of the best drugs there are), i give her 60$ and pop all 5. She looks at me and says "wow soldier. you are going to get fucked up, better quit drinking" But I finish my beer. She nodded back to sleep so I got up and walk to my friends on the couch. They are watching some lame movie about killer clowns from space.
It had only been 30 minutes and I start to feel dizzy like, in a good way. It starts to get hazy around here obviously. I remember taking off my pants and a few other things thats about it. I was so confused but didn't know it. I walk around with my pants hanging down while everyone looked at me. Then one of the guys threw a cup of beer on me. I kicked him in the chin and he fell back holding it. I saw some blood on his hand. The party thrower yells "TED (not my real name) get the fuck out of my house now!" So I pull up my pants and try to walk out. I stumble around and finally go outside.
My house was about a mile away. No way was I pedalling on my bike a mile, I could barely walk. I get into a hazy, angry mode of consciousness. I had no inhibitions to realize the wrong of my actions. After standing out in the dark for 10 minutes or so, I decide to play a game. I pick up a rock and throw it through a window of the house and get on my bike and pedal away. I fall off the bike onto the pavement, cutting my elbow and arm bad. I watch from about 50 meters as a guy angrily throw open a side door of the house, near the window i broke. I hide in the grass, laying down, feeling like a special operations soldier. He screams "TED get the fuck back here pussy! or i'm calling the cops" I smile and continue to hide. He shines a flashlight around but its not at the right angle to spot me.
When he goes back in I leave my bike in the grass near the road and stumble back toward the house. I pick out a half piece of brick from an old wall that had collapsed. Smiling, i run up to the sliding glass doors where I was forced to exit. I see 4 people watching the same clown movie on the couch and chairs. I then throw the brick. It doesnt go through, it just shatters and cracks the glass. I take off running. I hear screaming and then hear footsteps chasing me. I fall down and remember a few flashes of them beating me, thats all.
I do remember waking up. I was outside in the grass where I had fell. I was cut, beaten, and bruised. I had such a hangover on top of it. The sky was bright... it was 4pm in the afternoon. I look down at the house and see the broken door. I eventually remember where my bike is and I pedal home. I was so much in pain I thought of killing myself.
Later that day, cops came to my house. Long story short, I'm charged with vandalism, simple assault and disorderly conduct. The cop was mean to me. It turns out the guy i kicked in the face lost 2 teeth. The windows broken came to 870$ that I'll have to pay on top of all the fines.
Don't fuck around with valium. It ruined my life,and I completely blame the drug, not me.
