^You guys didn't get into trouble? Please tell me where you live. where the police would grant such states of immunity?
They should re-name AMbien to AMnesia.........in a pill.
Oh, that reminds me of a AMnesia/AMbien blackout episode of mine. I don't recall any of this story. This is what my friends told me:
Okay, so me and 3 friends decide to go to Venice beach one day. Before we arrived we stopped at an Albertsons to get a 30 pack of Natty, and a bottle of Jim(I hope this isn't sourcing...)(j/k) Well, while in the parking lot I reach in my pocket for a lighter and I feel a lump in the little pocket. You know, the one above the main pocket on the right side of jeans?
I put my finger in there and feel a bunch of little pills..........OH YEAH!!! I remembered I had been given them by a friend from the night before! I totally forgot about them cause as soon as he gave them to me I popped like twelve, and smoked crack and drank thunderbird all night. And blacked out haha. I scooped up like all 16 or so of these little white wonders and *down the hatch* GULP.
My friend witnessed me popping an absurd amount of pills and said, "gimme gimme gimme".
Sorry. No mas. he was pissed I hadn't shared......Oh the fuck well. Imma gonna be getting fuuuuucked-up.
I don't remember anything after that until I "snapped out of the black out" in some vegan resturant. In between is some weird stuff:
I was told I was very intoxicated by the time we got to the beach. On the way there I started grabbing beers and just guzzling them one by one. I hadn't had any of the bourban, but I had 10 beers in a very short period of time. No one had stopped me as I was very entertaining.
So. 16 or so Ambien. And 10 Natural Ice beers.
My friends said I was hitting on every rediculously hott chick in sight. And in a non flattering way. "Hey! YOU! yeah you......you wanna come over here and make out wit me and my friends are cool too and*hiccup*.......huh?"oh"HEY YOU!!!" and my friends would have to shut me up. They said I was going up to girls lying down tanning, and I would just lie down next to them and say some dumb shit. And they would just be annoyed by my intrusions of book reading peace.
They had to drag me off the beach and on to the tourist route. the rusty brick road. I was told I was just stumbling and falling down so bad it was like something out of fear and loathing with the ether scene. One friend was getting fed up and kept telling the others, "just shove em' in the fucking car!!! this is rediculous!!!" At which point I would say, "I'm okay...*hiccup* I just need aaaaaaaaaaa......Margareta to sober up".
I guess that one had everyone cracking up walking up and down the strip hearing me say that shit. Apparently I was very LOUD too. My friend had his guitar with him and decided to take a seat by the vendors and play a few tunes as to maybe conjure up a buck or three. The vendor next to him was getting mad and saying some stoopid shit in some foreign accent. "Shoo! get away! you are scaring off my customers with your music!"
I had intervened at this point yelling and getting in this guys face. "My friend here is going to play his FUCKING music, and you are going to listen to it LIKE IT OR NOT!!!! Do you understand me!!!.....................................*hiccup*"
My friend ended up making some decent cash and we went to a vegan joint. Fuckin place was all filled with a bunch of suits! I remember eating some whack-ass meatless burrito of some sort. Then we went home.
I was very hung over the next day.