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What's the most uncomfortable thing you've had to do on drugs?

Well I had my credit card stolen one night after I got extremely drunk and had dropped an entire pill after MONTHS of not eating any - the pill turned out to be K... 8(

So eventually that night I felt so sick, was throwing up, and nearly fell asleep in the club I decided to head home, but that's when I realised my card had been stolen... So I was stuck without any money. I had to call my parents to give me the phone number to cancel my card immediately... So after having a good spew outside down a side street I called my Mum at 4am! She was starting to panic, I don't know how I must have sounded.

Anyway I get the 24 hour hotline from her, call up to cancel my card and then I had to call Mum back to tell her I didn't know how I was gonna get home coz my bus/train ticket had been stolen too, and I had no money on me. She then said that Dad would come and get me...

So he came to pick me up, I was a total wreck... telling him to pull over on the way home on a few occasions so I could throw up more, and threw up again and again when I got home. I had a HUGE migraine from all the alcohol, dodgy pill (and bongs I had earlier that night) and stress... So I put it down to the migraine for feeling so sick and out of it... I never let the real reason I was sick, and Mum believed me... phew... 8o

Story #2 which REALLY made me nearly wet my pants: Last year we took a minibus to travel to a 3-day outdoor party, and we stopped back at a friends place to pick up some music for the journey. Some of the people on the bus were drinking, and while we were loading the bus with music some of them stumbled out onto the road (a normal everyday back street in the suburbs) and back in the bus some of them had bongs/pipes, and we ALL had loads of supplies for the party - probably just about any drug you can think of... A cop car drove past us VERY SLOWLY... we all started to panic a bit... ESPECIALLY when the cop car turned around, and stopped up the top of the street facing us! Lucky for us, when we all got back in the bus we drove off and the cop car stayed put... :|

Hmmmm, just to add another story - it wasn't uncomfortable, just damn funny... On another occasion my friend and I were driving to a friend's place for a recovery after a big night out and we were pulled over at a breath-testing station on the side of the road... My mate had not been drinking a drop that night, but we were both flying high as kites still - only to fly higher when we got to the recovery... He blew into the bag and the cop said "Yep you're fine... have a good night, drive safely!" Our eyes would have been as big as saucers... 8)
 
THe most uncomfortable? When enough salvia bongloads convinced me that i'd gone completely insane, and having to face that fact knowing i'd have to deal with it for the rest of my life (of coarse i really onlyi had to deal with the insanity for about five minutes).
 
I was walking down a street in si in new york to meet my friend for a party where we were all planning to trip, i was planning my near-death dpt experience of course. he was on acid, and decided to lunge at me with a samurai sword in his hands, swinging it through the air as he ran at me screaming... to "scare" me. i knew he wasn't going to hurt me, but this lady had called the cops on some suspicious kids in her yard, who weren't us. but just as he pulls out his sword, three cop cars pull up and throw us on the fence. he ended up cutting himself trying to get the sword back under his trench coat. looking like a skin head, wearing a trench coat really didn't help the situation. the problem was that i had a ridiculous amount of pot, acid, opium, pills, 2ci, and dpt on me. enough to get me in so much unimaginable shit. they searched me and my bag, illegally. now normally i would've denied a search, but these cops were real assholes. i knew if i said that they'd know i had something and search me real carefully. i had my shit stashed in these two little pockets they didn't check. they practically ripped apart my school binder and paper, ever possible hole in my bag, but those two pockets. i couldn't look at my bag because i knew that if i did they would know i had something in there, or i was worried about something, so i just had to look away and pray. they searched it for a good 20 minutes, which seemed like 20 hours.

They arrested him, but they let me go and gave me my bag back. I was so relieved, but I felt bad for my friend. It was his birthday, and he was going to jail. I had to go to his house as he left it open, and wait for everyone else to arrive.

I had a few hours to kill, so I figured why not do some DPT. I've insufflated it at 35mg and 90mg and it was nothing that I couldn't handle. So I grabbed the hits I had separated at 90-95mg. I split it in half, took a little more than half and cooked it up. It was either IM or IV now. I figured I'll IV since it lasts only 2 hours. This was my first time IVing as well, with what was a horrifying dose, on my own for hours. I knew the basics, got it all in solution, but I didn't bother to filter it. I'm guessing that's what left me a nice ass bruise, the yucky pinkish stuff. Bubbles out, and I had to hit 3 times before I got a vein. Halfway through I forgot what I was doing, then I'm like, OH SHIT, gotta finish it and quickly do the rest. I get up and run to the bathroom. When I insufflated the DPT it made me real nauseous. I didn't feel like puking all over this kid's carpet. The visuals were unbelievable from 5 seconds into it. Peaked in less than 30 seconds. I run to the bathroom and I fall over on the floor, can't even get to the sink to wash my face and clean my arm, which is bleeding profusely. I get up and walk out to his room and fall over on the floor. I'm thinking what the hell have I done, I'm such an idiot. That feeling you get sometimes when you IV, in your lungs and neck. It was nasty. I could taste the DPT everywhere.

I thought I had done something wrong, had I OD'ed? I pondered my own death, but I got myself back up. It was so horrifyingly intense I screamed and prayed that someone would come and kill me. I wanted to die, it was so intense. I cried and every time I could get a word out, I would scream help. I couldn't move, I tried to pull out my phone to call 911, but I pulled out a fish from my pocket. Then I'm like fuck it. I had a little bit of sense in my head, so I had to ride it out. I called people, tried to talk to them, it helped me ride through the intensity of it all. Gushing pain through my blood stream, like fire and needles ripping me apart from the inside out. I had to drag myself down stairs to get some water, as I was horribly dehydrated. I collapsed about half way there. Visuals were overwhelming, I finally started coming down, and I pulled out my friends bass. I hit a string and the entire room turned into water and filled with blood. I shrug it off as if it's something that normally happens when you play bass. I look out the window, the house across the street turns into a pig, shrinks down in size and grows wings. It comes flapping up to the window and starts talking but I can't hear it. So I walk up to the window and my arm goes right through it. I'm like, hmm... that doesn't normally happen. I shake my head to get some sense in myself, but it makes me very dizzy and I fall over backwards onto his guitar and my arm twists out in some uncomfortable way and I felt like I had ripped my vein. Hurt like hell, and gave me a nice bruise in the next few days. At the 1:30 mark I was able to walk around and I was waiting for everyone else to arrive. It was the longest 2 hours of my life. I blacked out most of it, being that I was unconcious half the time, but in retrospect it doesn't seem like such a bad trip, when in fact I know if I do it again I will definately regret it. But I'm alive and one hell of a lesson.

Everyone arrived and I was back to my old self. Light visuals remained afterwards. My friend hadn't come back yet, so we all (except me) dosed some 2ci, some went off to smoke and we all then went home.

But of course, them all tripping, and I still had so much shit on me, they walk up these stairs into this wooded area. A cop car a good 1/8-1/4 mile from us goes on the megaphone, WHERE ARE YOU GOING. We quickly scurry back down assuming they were talking to us. I didn't feel like pushing my luck with the cops another time. Any how, my friend was on acid the entire time, and had a court date the same day. He got off with a weapons charge and community service, but it wasn't exactly what I'd call a fun day.
 
I wouldn't have called it uncomfortable at the time, but I did indeed dance with my Grandmother while coming up on two hits of Blotter Acid at a Church-related wedding reception (the Priest's son, WHOA!). That's about all there really needs to be said on the subject come to think of it. ;)
 
talking to cab drivers, without a doubt.

last night a couple friends and I got into a half-hour conversation about the merits of eastern religion and the selfish need to justify life with the existence of an afterlife as opposed to life being in itself fulfillment enough to justify our being...man this cab driver SHOULD NOT have been driving a cab. crazy stuff
 
Going straight to a family function or work or something after a huge night. Carrying several pills up my ass to sneak them into a venue. walking home 10k while cracked out. Waiting after a rave to round up your friends (which always takes 3 hours), especially when you have come-down, are feeling unwell and are craving some bongs. Ive had a few drug experiences where I have wanted it to end asap ... thats an uncomfortable feeling. taxi drivers while you are fucked = good on my list
 
oh if we're talking that kind of uncomfortable stuff

bout two months ago one of my less intelligent friends decided to drink himself stupid (just broken up with girlfriend you know the story) I was dexing (haven't dexed since then actually, the nausea got the better of me) had about 700mg or so, so I was fair gone, also smoked a couple cones. Anyway so my friend had downed about 18 beers so far and I was starting to worry about him a bit, but couldn't concentrate enough to worry consistently so I let it go...

needless to say he was shaking, puking, rolling around, couple of my mates decided they'd better get him to the hospital, but they basically drove us all to the hospital (my drunk mate and another dexing buddy) and then left us there...so my friend and I had to explain to an ER nurse what he'd been drinking and how much, how he'd come to cut himself up so bad (we think he might've punched a window) and so on, barely able to walk ourselves...they had to do all that stomach pumping shit, we even had to deal with his parents when they came in. ever want to ruin a trip thats how to do it, I almost fainted on the ER room floor
 
Somehow I always manage to get high the night before some family function. Well this time the function happened to be a memorial service for my Step-Grandfather's mother. The night before I had been rolling off of some very strong MDA pills, so my crackout was very strong...I still felt high and would get rushes of "coming up". Now, this was not really a sad event, the woman was over 90 years old and died of natural caused, it was just her time to go.

During the middle of the service they had singer with a piano accompaniment. The singer was singing in a high soprano voice, almost operatic. The piano part was full of notes and range. And all of the sudden I was noticing that the music was getting slowly louder, and the piano was getting very loud and *very* exaggerated, overdone and just plain ridiculous! It was making me come up hard, and all I could think was this is so fucked up...I'm rolling at a memorial service!

Well, a little bit after that someone was speaking and we all heard this commotion in back and weren't all sure what it was. Finally everyone realized that this lady had collapsed and people were back there trying to help here. It wouldn't have been so back except for the fact that she kept moaning and whimpering. We had to wait about 5 minutes for the ambulance all while everyone was sitting there in awkward silence as this old lady was moaning in agony. It was a little much for me to handle, it took everything I had to sit there and compose myself. I was just hoping to God that this lady wouldn't die right there, that would have just been too much for some person to die in my vicinity while rolling.

And then everyone was downstairs mingling while I was probably being a little too over-talkative to my family. Oh well, it's all kind of funny when I look back on it.
 
Well...

Me and my friend Mark were smoking weed and hotboxing my car on a deserted gravel road. We were both ripped as hell and it was quite dark outside. We had come from my other friends house where I bought a large quantity of weed (1 1/2 oz.) and bagged it up to be resold.

So anyways, we're hotboxing and there's a white car coming along towards us. My friend Mark was in the middle of a hoot, and jokingly, just to trip him out, I said, oh shit it's the cops. He starts tripping out, and the car is still pretty far away, so i said that i was just joking. Well this car gets closer and closer, and low and behold it's the pigs. It was a a three way stop, so they are approaching us, then they turn left and go right in front of us. They creep by real slowly, and we're sitting in the car with it smoked out, and there is a huge sack of baggied out weed under my seat. They roll buy and I almost shit myself, but they keep going. Thank god, i have never been so scared.

LOL, funny in retrospect
 
Toilet overflowed, twice.

Smoked weed, shit. Toilet overflowed everywhere. Spent a long time cleaning


Took ecstasy, shit. Toilet overflowed. Couldn't figure out what to do. Water ran out into the living room. I left the house. Nice surprise for roommate.
 
i have a huge phobia against overflowing toilets :p i'll freak out and have a heart attack if it happens again when im high
 
oh damn, listen to all these perfectly good highs ruined by 'the fuzz' anyways....

i was in high school, senioryear i think, all my buddies and i get totally housed before the dance, so im drunk off my ass enjoying myself when my bitch of an ex girlfriend starts talking some shit about how im freaking with some girl, which i was but thats beyond the point, and i kind of stumble as i walk away from her, next thing i know ive got 3 teachers talking to me telling me that i need to come with them. All i can think to do is tell them "NO!" as loud as i can and try to avoid it, next thing i know im sitting in the principals office, with the prince, vice prince, and both the rule enforcer guys and the three teachers trying to explain how im not drunk i was just around alcohol completely trashed off my ass. I vividly remember telling the vice that i was completely sober as her face was spinning around the room. anyways... i find some crazy idea in my head to run away... stand up and say "well, this is all fine and well... but fuck you guys...." and just bolt, got pretty far too, good times... got caught though :(

the other night i got tricked into having dinner with my mom... i was on lsd... you can imagine... lucky for her she made steak, or else she would have heard a lot more of my far fetched ideas
 
i had to go to jail while coming down from a healthy dose of 5-MeO-DiPT.

yeah, that was pretty uncomfortable.
 
sourlemone said:
talking to cab drivers, without a doubt.
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Something about cab drivers and E that just doesn't mix. :\


While full blown "feelin' the world" rolling, I was volunteered to pay the cab driver and figure out tip. I wish I was able to observe, third person, myself and the driver's facial expressions while I struggled to do so. God only knows what that cab driver thought I was on. The roll totally crashed during those few uncomfortable minutes and needless to say, I blew up again as soon as I heard "I Dream" by Tilt when I walked into the club.
 
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Picture this, your tipping off 400+mg of DXM while cops are poundning on your door. Your upstairs w/ your buddies paniking like crazy. After 5mins of trying to hide I walked down stairs and had to talk with 3 cops. I remeber mumbling that I was asleep(I had jeans and shoes on) I don't think they bought it. I guess they came cause I was hitting shit with a bat outside earlyer that night. Anyway they left, I almost pissed myself.

Another,this kid I was with had a gun pulled on him and spent 6 hours at the cop station on a lot of shrooms, never really heard from him again. Fucking cops.
 
Well I don't know if this counts, becuase it was more an act of stupidity on my part than something i HAD to do...

I was at a warehouse rave (my only one ever unfortunately) organised by a friend of mine getting righteously pilled and jumping off the walls as usual. Many a crazy adventure was had, and at one stage me and a friend got in a dumpster (dont worry it was full of timber) and played pirates. Anyways a watchman came over and we got out but that's not the story...

An hour or so later I'm dancing my ass off in a big circle with all my friends (who are also seriously pilled) when the DJ stops playing. I'm so confused at this, it takes me five minutes to stop dancing :) but then I mumble as loud as a person can mumble "Where's the fucking music? We can't dance around like total pillheads without the music!" and turn around to notice that the party is fucking busted.

Five copcars. I thought for an instant that I was going to jail for the rest of my life, because four cops were waiting at the hangar door to search everyone, and had turned their heads in my direction when I spoke. I was too fucked up to care for much longer than this though :)

On my way out they asked me "Do you've any drugs on you, son?" And apparently I hugged the female cop and one of them said "I see you took them already". They didn't even bother to search any of us! They just told us to go home and take it easy. One guy was full of cocaine and started making trouble with the cops and they took him home, but the rest of us just walked out onto the street and got ourselves taxis.

So, yeah that could have been pretty uncomfortable. Those were the nicest police I've ever the pleasure of acquainting. My friend who threw the party was going to be brought to court for insurance or something stupid like that becuase the cops said he had over X number of people in the building but he went into the copshop and showed them a video where there were way less people than that. (He cheated though, he took that footage before the place filled up!)
 
One time on heroin I couldn't piss for the life of me. Now that was uncomfortable.
 
bad ass shits after a mexican restraunt while i was on a very intense shroom trip and just snorted like 100mg of Ketamine.

also there was no toilet paper in the woods so i had too use my sox
 
okay, my best friend lives with her dad. He went over to spend the night at her mother's (they're working stuff out...) so about 6 of us were over there and had scored some X. This was probably the hardest I've ever rolled in my whole fucking life, mindyou. all kinds of eye wiggling, earth spinning, i-love-everybody-soo-much ridiculousness. So, my friend's sis, who lives with their mother, calls up and wants to come over to hang. She says no and lets her in on what's going on. So her sis, being all pissed that she wasnt invited, "accidentally" mentions something to their mum. 1/2 hour later their half drunk parents pull up to the house... to find 6 drugged up kids playing hack/prancing around/rolling in the grass on the front lawn (no neighbors, twas all good)

All busted. we had to listen to 1/2 hour of drunken screaming from her mum. she tried to make me call my parents to tell them what was up. But my friend's dad talked her out of it and got her out of the house (he parties with us occassionally..). We spent the whole night dealing with all kinds of paranoia. She took my car keys (i was the only driver)... Then told us she was going to call the cops on us when she got home, so we'd all be in trouble. (cops never came. whew..)

that is definitely the most uncomfortable experience i've ever had while on drugs. *shudder* :|
 
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