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

talk to a good friends grandad outside of the emergency room after he wrecked his truck into a tree doing 45 drunk as fuck and broke his femur
 
I was hanging out with a friend at about 2 am on a weeknight, tripping hard and holding a bowl. We were walking around his subdivision going for a smoke. He decided to wander into a big front yard (kind of a foresty thing, not too big, but dark) to take a piss. When he went over there, some animals started running around and I heard leaves scattering and so forth, but I couldn't hear or see my friend. So I was sitting there, tripping hard, holding a bowl, alone, and freaked out by the animal noises. I couldn't decide what to do. It felt like an eternity, I started imagining crazy noises, and I thought about just taking off and running. A minute later my friend wanders back and I'm sitting there in the middle of the street looking around all wide-eyed and paranoid. Eventually we just wandered around some more and had a good time.

Acutally, just a weekend ago I had to ditch my shit while the cops searched everybody at this party. I chatted up the cop that searched me for a long ass time. I was shaking hard, and at the same time trying not to act too goofy. Another lucky cop encounter...there's been so many - too many, frankly.

Not to get too wordy, but actually another trippy time I had to walk down my hall while I was fucked out of my mind. I couldn't interact with people, but I had to walk past a bunch of other floormates. It was so uncomfortable, and I could hear them laughing as I passed them and some kid said something about "fucked up"

craziness
 
this prob isn't the most uncomfortable thing ever, but i was thinking about this earlier so it sprang to mind;
(this was a couple years ago)


Once i was with a mate at a party, it was about 2am and we were on quite a bit of acid and we wanted some pot to smoke. So we try calling he's friend, who lived about half an hour walking distance, but theres no answer. SO we walk all the way back to my place, which is the opisite direction, calling he's maet from every phone we pass. FInally, when we get to my street we get to a pay phone and he answers, he said he can give us some bud, but we'd have to come to him. By this time we'd already walked an hour in the other direction, so it was a 1hr and a half walk to the guys house, but he assured us he'd still be up.

SO anyway, we get there finally, its about 4.30am, and by this time we'd taken more trips and were completely off our guts. And the bloody bastard has fallen asleep. We tried for a while to wake him from outside he's house but it didn't work. THen we noticed a window slighlty open, but up quite high. So we manage to scramble up and get the window open and squeze in, however, on the window ledge was a massive light bulb used for hydroponics, this falls to the ground of what turned out to be he's bedroom, so he wakes up to this light smashing right next to he's head looks up and sees to people comnig through he's window.

After we get it all sorted, he gives us the bud and we head off. We also borrewed he's push bike, but he only had one, so my mate dinked me back home. So its like 5am, we're tripping hard and riding real fast and this cops stops us. The cop had watched him dink me real fast down a hill without a helmet, so we had to speak to this cop for like half an hour, tripping off our guts, with an ounce of bud in pockets. It was nerve-racking stuff. Luckily nothing came of it and we smoked up shortly aftwards.
 
Well, there was this one time when I was twacked out and had to drive a friend to this store to drop him off. It was around 9:45 P.M., so it was dark and had also been raining. On my way home there was a stoplight and a long line of cars. I tried to slam on the brakes, but my old, wrecked buick's brakes weren't too trusty. I just rear ended a girl I knew from school, the only damage being a cracked bumper to her car. Because of the weather,no real suspicion of my state of mind was caused. I didn't act twacked out really, and they probably just thought that I was a little shook up, if anything.

It was shitty though, because the girl wasn't even gonna call the cops, but there was one sitting at the other stoplight. :X It was nice though, because he saw the whole thing and knew that it wasn't really my fault; but that bitch still gave me a ticket.

We ended up having to stay out there for about 45 min. so some guy could draw a picture of the accident. I got a bright idea as I was sitting in my car to do a couple bumps as the cops were sitting in their cars. I know, not the smartest thing to do, but I was dumb and lucky.
 
Sex......on ketamine

Very...very...very...very..very...very...uncomfortable...

When you are trying to hide the fact from your partner that you are using.

I'm sure that it would be deadly apparent to most people but when you use so much ketamine that functioning on ketamine becomes such a normal thing...
 
I ate acid with 2 friends, did a bunch of coke, smoked a bag of chronic. Cops come up to me while I was in my friends car at a gas station, asking me if I was old enough to smoke a cig, was a smart ass to them. My friend slammed her car door into the cops leg, he fell down started bitching. Oh I will never forget that. HAHA. Cops and being faced doesnt mix well...
 
Going to lectures hung over is always hell on earth.

But I'd have to say going home at 7am after a new years party crashing on acid go my parent's house and laying in bed for 8 hours pretending to sleep while just writhing in bed going nuts. I couldn't sleep for awhile so I just watched the Rose Bowl parade (for you not familiar: an annual new years day parade in pasadena, california) on tv -- watching those floats go by endlessly... I was full of hate at that point.

In retrospect, it's kinda funny. But at the time it wasn't funny at all.
 
Coming back from NW 2001, i had to take 5 field soberiety tests after rolling on 6 tabs the night before, i wasn't even done peaking yet when i had to count backwards and forwards from 1 to 10 THREE times, write the alphabet, sign my name, and follow the officers finger while i had mad eye wiggles.
Some how i passed. Oh, all this was after passing out while driving, pulling a 360 on the freeway and going 40 feet backwards into a ditch....my poor car. :\
 
Either of mine would probably involve tripping on a particularly good batch of shrooms ...

Rode in the back of a truck with a friend, the driver was his friend who I'd never met - who turned out to be absolutely fucking crazy. He was driving 50mph, swerving / drifting all over, on road and offroad as we're unsecured in the back. And after we smoked out in the words he just got worse .. that was freaky shit, I really expected to be flying out of the truck any second. Luckily that kid got busted for a bunch of other random crap.

The same batch, another time; I ended up having to give my roomie and his gf a ride around town to pick up some food, then to the library. I only had to drive about a block off campus, but it was dark and I thought I was lost. I couldn't even speak coherently. But I didnt' want to tell them I was shrooming and couldn't drive :\

The only time I had to directly talk to a cop was when my friend and I rolled up on a sobriety checkpoint as I was hitting a bong. I unsuccessfully hid the bong, but I was truthful when I told the cop I had nothing illegal on me - a search confirmed this. Good thing they didn't bother to search the car much :D My friend was driving, it was his car, so I got to walk home about 10km, stoned and scared as hell.
Another time (first time on K) some cops busted the 2nd party of the night, 500km away from my home, I thought I was f*d. Luckily I'd just turned 18, and there were so many people at the party that the few cops didn't have the time or patience to check everyone's IDs ... trying to walk in a straight line, following some people you just met to their car way down the street while police stood and watched us wasn't exactly 'comfortable' though.
There were a couple hundred people at that house, and 90% of them were on e/k/both.
 
I had to eat dry chocolate cake while on E...it was AWFUL!!! Awful. And we had to pretend we were sober.

I guess having a panic attack on E or coke is pretty damn bad too.
 
Me and a friend of mine were rolling pretty hard at a roll party and he wanted to go pick up his gf and he didnt have a car so of course we had to take mine, but i made him drive cuz i was just chillin
well we were on our way back and cop pulled us over and thought he smelled alchohol (he was smelling the vicks) and he was giving us a hard time, but he finally let us go
 
uncomfortable situations

two are listed...
once i was all messed up on dxm after leaving a block party and got picked up by campus po, and had to spend the night in county, and could not sleep, just be all messed up locked up with all these local crackheads and drunk rednecks.

the other was at a party back in 98, and i lost my wallet, and didnt realize it until later on after a roll kicked in, and i luckily had been notified that my wallet was found and i had to go into this other room to get it, and to my suprise, i was being glared upon by, seriously like a dozen sheriffs, and my luck, i had my vapormask on, and they were not being dicks, but they wanted to know what the mask was for, and i told them it was to help me breathe easier, so i could dance better. *dumb reply* and they just asked for me to give them the mask, and they returned my wallet. oh my god, i thought it was over, i was lucky they didnt search me.... relief.....
 
Walk through a festival of 500,000 people or more during the day while on acid... Or having to leave the party rolling to drive home and to comfort a close friend b/c another friend had died that day of an overdose. That one was hard to stomach.
 
Went to meet my friend who was coming back from holiday at a train station about 30 miles out of town with one of my other mates. I'd eaten quite a bit of hash on the train there, and it was starting to kick in as we arrived.
We went for a burger at Mcdonalds, then got back to the station, by which time I was tripping pretty hard. Was stood having a cigarette when my friend's parents arrived, turned out they were also meeting her. Panicked a bit (her dad's a copper...cool guy but still police) but reckoned it'd be ok cos the train was due in 15 minutes.
Cue her ringing and telling me the train had been delayed for an hour. Ended up sitting in the pub with her parents, off my face and trying not to make an utter fool of myself. Kinda weird it was.
 
I ate a quarter of shrooms once...and was having the bad trip from hell and I just wanted to go home and so my brother took me home and I had to talk to my mom (avid Christian taliban) tripping into peices. :( How she didn't notice anything I'll never know. 8o I guess cuz I didn't say much...she was basicly asking me what was wrong cuz I said I didn't feel good. God how her voice echoed off of everything and I was trying to understand what she was saying and then say something coherant...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! :( It was horrible.
 
Having to go to the mall with this girl I was trying to impress after I ate four Somas and a hand full of Vicodin. I was sixteen and didn't have a massive tolerance to pods or downers yet. I couldn't stand or walk straight and felt sick as hell.

{Worked out in the long run, she thought it was 'cute' and had to spoon feed me, then put me to bed...in her bed. Guess I'm a 'cute' druggie when I'm fucked up...ya...}
 
hahahahah^^thats funny shit, you bastard

i was fucked on shrooms, liquor and weed.i was on the verge of nervouse break down.i had to catch a busy ass bus home and looked completely messed but there were other drunks and shit but still it was stressing.

one time i got fucked up drunk on the other side of town, had to walk to a bustop to get home and ended up walking 3 hours to the nearest mall completely pissed so it only seemed like 20-40 minutes.then i made it 5 minutes before the last bus, caught it half way across town and missed the one going home so i sat around for a bit to drunk to walk and think of what to do.then i threw up looking all fucked.some crackers seen this and realized i was a good target.so i some bald white fuck comes up to me saying give me some money or get fucked up.i was all fucked mumbled something then he started swingin and kicking the shit out of my head and face.so i gave him my whole 3 bucks, he wasnt satisfied so he took my new shirt of my back and left.i was asitting here wearing a beater, it was fyucking cold out and i was piss faced and smashed up.so i get up walk top the nearest highwway to hitch-hike home at 1 in the morning and surprisingly got picked up preaty quick and the guy knew i was fucked but didnt say nothing.he drove me 30 minutes to my place,fucking saved my ass i wish i could thank this guy but i was fucked.

this was probably the worst experience other than getting drunk and beat up for an hour and smashed in the face with the end of a skateboard then hit over the head with the trucks till my white shirt was covered in blood and my face was smashed then i had to catch a city bus with a fucked face, still completely hamered.

why does the stupid shit always happen to me??lol fucking life man im telling you, its crazy.
 
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