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What is the most dangerous decision you've ever made with drugs?

Driving while peaking on DOI.
At night on an unlit rural road.
With a passenger who was sober but couldn't drive standard.
Back from a festival swarming with cops.

Even though I'd never had DOI or any psychedelic amphetamine before, I really can't believe what a foolish thing that was to do. Everything was cool, I only needed to get to my brother's house 10 miles away and I made it there just fine, but driving a car on any hallucinogen is a great way to end up in the hospital or in jail, and I'll never ever do it again.
 
orbital_forest said:
lol,and dont forget uuggh ugghhh huffing computer duster inthe old days lol gross ness!
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Oh god Dust-off....makes me sick just thinking about it
 
RorerQuaalude714 said:
Ok, here's a little list:

-Having to drive a buddy's car for him, without a license on me, after eating about 6.5 g of potent mushrooms each. Talk about reckless driving. Eventually we ended up parked on his front yard 2 hours later after driving over a few lawns. ("Drive faster, man!" "I can't, I'm already flying").
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other than the baby, and the bleach, this takes number 3
 
usually crossing the street at just the wrong moment got hit by a car 2!

and mm picking a fight with a bouncer on benzo's


and maybe just one more pill over and over again with benzo's (suck when yor memory is gone)
 
haha i just remembered another story....one night i ate over a quarter ounce (7+ grams) of really strong shrooms, and while 'coming down' from a 10 hour high i drove 2 hours up north from Miami to West Palm Beach still tripping...what a drive, i love the scenic route
 
Eyeballing a dose of 2c-I. Yes, it was a stupid thing to do, and I paid for it big time. Ended up ODing, goin' to the hospital, and all that jazz. The trip lasted about 23 hours (I thought I seriously fucked something up in my brain and thought I'd be perma-tripping) and my vision was still pretty fuzzy a day or 2 later. I've learned a lot from this bad experience...

Let's see...
I've also done some pretty dumb shit like eating 5mgs of Xanax, snorting 30mgs of Oxy, and eating a weed brownie all during school. I've also rolled and sniffed coke during school. I've taken pills on an almost daily basis at school too this past 6 or 7 months, and somehow, I've never been caught red-handed (*knock on wood*).

Another idiotic thing I've done was sniff 12mgs of Dilaudid when my tolerance could handle only about 6-8mgs. I've never nodded so hard in my life and I ended up forcing myself to stay awake until it somewhat wore off because everytime I laid down and dozed off I'd wake up a second later gasping for air. I can't believe how high some people's tolerance is for this drug!

Uh...also I've driven under the influence of shrooms, acid, and alcohol a few times, which is not only dangerous for me, but everyone else on the road too. I mean, I consider myself to be an excellent driver, but it was still hard as fuck to drive while tripping, it's too easy to get distracted. I definitely won't do that ever again.

One more haha. Back in January I was sniffing coke about once or twice a week and I had a bad tendency to sniff everything I had within an hour or 2. I remember the last time I sniffed coke I ended up sniffing too much in a short period of time. No OD or anything, but my heart felt like it was going to explode, my chest hurt EXTREMELY bad, and all I could do was sit there all coked out, cause any sudden fast movement would make my heart pound even harder.


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I've really wised up with drug use though, and I only drink, smoke pot, trip out every now and then, and take pills maybe once or twice a week now. I've been improving...
 
tenderjuice said:
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Turns out there had been a small mix up and I had taken a capsule that had contained something that was not MDMA but rather a large amount of a RC to which day has not been identified but I am damn sure I had more than recommended dose of whatever that shit was. Jesus.
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That's fuckin' nuts. On New Years Eve this year the exact same thing happened to a friend of mine that I was hanging out with that night. We stopped at this guy's house that my bud knew and he probably had about 20 different drugs, 15 or so of which were RCs. My friend bought off this guy what he thought was a capsule filled with Molly, but the fuckin' dealer filled it with a reeeal high dose of a combination of RCs (we still aren't sure what it was that he took, but I'm gonna guess it was probably 2c-I, 2c-E, or another cheaper RC).

Well, he swallows this thing and about an hour and a half later he flips out so bad cause he was ODing on a couple different RCs. Well, when he flipped he was outside, and needless to say he was making quite a racket and sure enough 10 minutes later 4 cop cars pull up and he ended up putting up a fight with the cops, he was tazered, clubbed, all that shit and was in I.C.U. for a couple days before being let home.

It was fucked up...
 
Voodoochild870 said:
Another idiotic thing I've done was sniff 12mgs of Dilaudid when my tolerance could handle only about 6-8mgs. I've never nodded so hard in my life and I ended up forcing myself to stay awake until it somewhat wore off because everytime I laid down and dozed off I'd wake up a second later gasping for air. I can't believe how high some people's tolerance is for this drug!
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I fucking LOVE that drug...its such a nice high its a wonderful thing...
 
xanax and heroin. also roasted a bowl but that's kinda beside the point.
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like my 3rd time doing heroin.
I was fucked up, lemme tell ya.

That was a hard family dinner to pull off.
 
Not necessarily dangerous, but very stupid:

Got back home at 10am after a night involving far too many pills (mdma), far too much blow, and far too much booze, and we received a phonecall from a friend, telling us he'd be round with "a bag of insanity" in half an hour. He showed up, on time and off chops, with a brown paper bag full of roughly 175-200, fairly large PC shrooms.

I was absolutely wrecked at the time, and set about boiling up a tea. For some silly reason, I decided it was necessary to strain them, and really try and squeeze all the juice out. Between the three of us, we necked the tea in about 10 minutes, evenly shared.

Its probably about now, that I should mention I had never eaten shrooms. A few trips on blotter and liquid, but never shrooms. Went through that whole thinking I'd done permanent damage thing, thought we'd transcended into another reality where we were crawling on the walls, etc... Woke up in a hospital bed. Apparently my friend had decided he needed an ambulance, and some girls who were there who weren't tripping had decided it might be a good idea. Needless to say, I did the runner from hospital after they told me it'd be a 12 hour stint.

Haven't tripped since and really don't have much desire to. Pretty much stuck to party drugs since.
 
For me it probubly be taking 4 pills of E at once when you havent rolled in over a year and than I took another bomb pill an hour later and ended up ODing and puking the rest of the night and I thought that I was going to be retarted for thye rest of my life.
 
Taking a shitload of GHB and then drinking vodka. Buddy next to me did the same and flailed out and date raped himself. LMAO.
 
I swear this story isn't about me, but, I'll tell it in first person perspective anyway.

I had a small cramped apartment while attending college a few years back, and had a large-scale shroom grow operation going on (along with a few plants). Wouldn't have been a problem except that I, for some unknown reason, decided to throw a large drinking party (all of my friends and I being underage). People I didn't even know started showing up, etc, you know the how it that goes. Guys were pissing off of the balcony, the music was blaring, and so on and so forth...

You guessed it, the cops showed up, issued everyone tickets, and right before they left, decided to search the place to see if "anyone was hiding" in the back rooms. I freaked and snuck to the back bedroom to try and cover anything up I could. 15 seconds later one of the cops walked in.

"What'cha doing in that closet, there?"

"Uh, well... uh, moving some stuff around..."

And I knew, at that very moment, that I had fucked myself, and my life, and that I was certainly going to jail, no way around it. I kept thinking to myself, over and over, "a few handfulls of shrooms is not worth this, why, oh, why?"

And then, by some kind of miracle, there was a noise in the second closet.

With a raised eyebrow, the cop asked, "Now just what the hell was that?" He focussed his attention on the non-drugged out closet and asks me to open it. I happily oblige, and, I shit you not, one of my retarded-ass drunk friends was hiding underneath a pile of dirty clothes, scared shitless! After a funny exchange of words, we all three start walking out of the bedroom, but at the last minute, the cop looks me square in the eyes and asks that I open the other closet door for him. "Fuck!" I thought, "I was this close..."

I slink over to the drug-infested closet, and, by the light of his flashlight, whip it open and closed very suspiciously. He saw the plants, looked at me for at least 20 seconds. Terrifying silence. I could see in his eyes that he knew, and that he could see in my eyes that I knew that he knew. I was speechless. Then, miracle number two: "Alright, there's nothing else in here, let's go."

They left, and I nearly passed out. Why he didn't search the rest of the place, I don't know. Why he didn't even so much as ask me about the flowering, smelly plants, I don't know. What I do know is that I suspected that they'd come busting back in any minute (for the next few weeks, actually), looking like heroes for the local newspaper. Needless to say, my place was kept rediculously clean until I moved out.

Make what you will of this story, but throwing a big party in a small, cramped aparment building (with a vast majority of elderly tennants) whilst a heap of different drugs were growing was the dumbest decision I've made. Hopefully it'll stay that way!
 
Kandy K said:
Whether it's eyeballins that dose of 2CT7, re-using a dull needle, or robotripping in public, post your stories.
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lol....u have no idea...i bought 600mgs of pure 2c-i from the GTA,(Toronto).... and i only had 0.1 g scale....so i split it up into 6 .1g lines. ( each line could be 49mgs or so off due to the scale rounding) i then had to split each .1g line into 5 lines that should be 20mg......boy was i fucking wrong,,, some were 10mgs or even lower,,while some were like 25mgs,.,i usually like 25-40mgs of 2c-i.....some times it would take 3 caps....some times 1...overall a fucking retarded move on my parts...but man,,,my self and my drug buddies couldnt wait to experiance a crazy rare chemical....for where i live..northen ontario
 
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