Alcohol- Passing out after prom and my date washing my puke off my face and out of my hair, needless to say I didn't get any action but she did make me breakfast.
Alcohol- My friends little sister put laxative in my drink all night and I shit my pants while she was sitting on my lap. She just told me about a month ago but it happened almost 15 years ago.
I dunno what was worse: showering that shit off, taking my shitty pants home in a garbage bag, washing the pants, or her putting that shit on facebook.
Soma- Actually managing to OD on soma and waking up in the hospital and the speech I got from the doctor. After demanding my pants she finally let me leave because I was disruptive. I told her I had a headache and I wanted either some percocet or to leave.
Soma- Parking the car in the bushes.
Morphine- Passing out at an AA meeting.
Heroin, Cocaine, and Alcohol- Shitting and Puking at the same time, taking a shower to clean myself, passing out on a deflated air mattress cold and wet, damn I felt like shit the next day.
Edibles- Making brownies wayyyy to strong and still being stoned the next day for my meeting with vocational rehab (its like a scholarship to community college). So I was so stoned my case worker asks my mother "Is he special needs or what?". My mother said "He had a late night." So the case worker says "Looks like the party is still going on in his head." I manage to warble out "I can hear yooouuu..." and I pass out. They still payed for my books, gas, and tuition.
DXM- Two weeks into tripping this shit everyday... The College Health Department lets you get two items a day no questions asked. (stuff like, condoms, dxm, chapstick) Well after just getting two bottles of DXM everyday for longer than I realized they started asking questions....
Alcohol Detox- Being in detox at 19 was kinda scary. We had plastic pillows and sheets. They give you condoms at the door and say if you have sex you get kicked out. Some people actually did have sex in the bathroom. (it was male and female) It got really racial in there and some AB guys were really nice and helped me out when this huge black guy tried to pick a fight with me and beat the fuck out him.
Well anyways my father got all macho and bought a shotgun and said I couldn't come back home. Apparently he can threaten to shoot me on the phone but if I make any threats they can have me involuntarily committed. They were nice about it since I was a kid and they just held me an extra day. My father told my mother I decided to stay in a halfway house and refused to let me speak to her so I told him when I got home he had 15 minutes before I cut him. So anyways I still did not have a ride so I hitch-hiked 250 miles or so and walked about 15-20.
Second time in detox a year later I met some of my best hookups for pills after they integrated the psych ward. Every chick who had a crack baby got sent down to the detox floor and most resorted to doctor shopping after that. One of those chicks is doing 15 years for just doctor shopping and the amount of pills she had when she got caught.
Detox Round 4- My shrink made a trip up there to say "I didn't know you were an alcoholic, I am cutting you off you benzo rx." I was at 4mgs klonopin then. That would have required another trip to detox if I had not found a new doctor real fast.
Detox Round 5- Being referred to as a frequent flyer