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

took a friend to work, dropped him off and dropped a pair o pills on the way home and when i got back to the hoose he rang and sais he left his keys in my car.

Stupid and young i drove back to his work and dropped them off rollin something stupid.

NEVER would i contemplate this evar again.
 
Drunk:

officer: did you know you ran a red light
Me: yeah im sorry im just trying to get where im going... stupid me
Officer:... ok now can you tell me why there is a naked minor in your back seat....
Me: ... hey i got no idea whats going on back there... im watchin the road... gota be a safe driver...
Officer: that runs red lights....
Me: yeah.....

siting in a car with my XGF ((GF at the time)) and her parents in the car the day after i triped on cid smoked that morning and was rollin...

-Smoke Trails-
 
To not look extremely fucked when I made the most illegal turn on a road because it would be a short cut to pick up a friend from the train station, resulted in a lot of damage to the other car and little to mine.
point of the story - driving and drugs is fucking bad and stupid and unfortunately for me - it often takes something extreme to give me an overdue kick up the butt to realise these things.
 
I was just given my 40mg liquid form methadone (just started this morning) and after driving home wrecklessly, I came over to my wife. I was nodding so hard that I couldn't walk straight and slurred my speech. I was seeing quaddruple vision. My wife told me that I needed to eat something and should drink some coffee to try and wake up. So she cooked Frosted Strudles and brewed sine cioffee. She had to hold me up to eat and yell whenever I started to nod hardcore again. I thought I was eatubg eight of these thing! She held up the coffee to my lip so I wouldn't spill it all over myself. After I finally ate it all she had to hold the cigarette for me to smoke and keeped my head up from falling into the ashtray. She had to walk me to my room and then put me in my bed. I never felt so vulnerable and embarrased because she is at 55mg of Methadone. She laughed so hard at me and she will always have this over me. Its avout tolerance, I told her that! I just started roday!
 
Back in high school once I was trippin on LSD, a bunch too, and thought no one was at my house and I could just relax and liosten to music or something so I come home and start kickin it, parents come home, offer to cook me dinner, unable to refuse i say sure what the hell....

30 minutes later i walk out to see that they meant I was to eat with them, needless to say, a weird fucking hour or so. At one point my mom said something about italy and i said "I wanT To go To iTaly!" over and over laughing really hard, all the T's in the sentence were freakin me out... haha, anyways though, they had no idea and i got free food.... good times
 
One night i was really fucked up. I mean, FUCKED up, like "Wow, i feel fucked up" from 1500mg dex and some weed.

Anyway, i was tripping hard at a friends house just watching the maggots wiggling on the edges of the TV screen, and this chick i met in detox came over looking for me. she was fucked up on valium, and wanted me to come over to her house to be with her for the night at like, 1:00 in the morning.

i think i left my sex drive at my friends house, because we got to bed and i was NUMB. couldnt feel anything.

that was the only time i got laid that entire month too :(.
 
anyways though, they had no idea and i got free food.... good times
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God my parents can ALWAYS tell when I'm fucked up. My voice sounds different.

One of the most uncomfortable situations was when I came home after doing an absurd amount of coke for my tolerance which was at zero. My mom could totally tell I was on something and she asked me, and I was just like "Pssssh, nooo!" but I wanted to keep talking to her...cause she was the only person around. I came to my senses after a while and shut myself in my room so I wouldn't incriminate myself any further.
 
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not the most uncomfortable feeling I've ever had but the most uncomfortable feeling i can 100% remember. It was about 10 or a 11 at night and it was obviously pitch black out.

My friend got on his fourwheeler and i rode on the back and we went down his backyard to the trail out into the woods to smoke a few bowls of some kines. Well, about half-way down the trail he realized it would be really hard to turn around at this part of the trail and go back being because he was so fucked up and plus i was on the back. So i got off the fourwheeler and waited for him while he drove ATLEAST a half mile down the trail to where it ended.

So I'm standing off to the side of the trail and im extremely baked because i had smoked probably a quarter over the past 6 hours and I'm waiting for him. I can hear his fourwheeler go down the trail and all of a sudden I just couldn't hear it anymore. I couldn't see a thing except colors swirling in the dark and shit cuz im so baked off this trippy haze weed. (best bud i've ever had probably.)

I'm thinking he crashed or something cuz i can't hear the fourwheeler. I'm wondering how the fuck i am gonna get back to his house cuz its so dark and i thought he could be dead. I waited probably 5 minutes which seemed like eternity and i yelled his name as loud as I could like 3 or 4 times. Then I heard the fourwheeler about 2 minutes later and saw headlights from a distance. I got on and I told him i thought he crashed and that I was stranded. He told me to quit being a little bitch and just hold on tight.

As soon as we go back to his house he realized he had dropped his sack of bud and him being crippled cuz he fucked his leg up and needing a wheelchair, he didn't feel like getting it and said fuck it. I wanted the weed so i told him I'd go get it so I went and drove down the trail. I had a good idea where the bud was cuz he said it must have fallen out when he took his wallet out at the stop sign at the very end of the trail so i figured it was there. Well, i turned the fourwheeler off by accident when i stopped to grab the herb and here I am back at square one.

Im trying to find the part on the fourwheeler to turn it on but i can't find the button or whatever on it. I was there for about 3 or 4 minutes trying to turn it on so then i just kick started it and the lights came on cuz i guess i never turned them off. i Just put it in neutral and searched around and finally found the bud. When i got back to his house he told me I could have it (only about a gram and a half and he had more in his house anyways). I ended up smoking it with him that night. Not exactly a comfortable experience however.
 
i had just munched about 4 grams of some heady mushrooms (cuz i thought my girlfriend wasn't gonna gimme no love for the night) well anyway she had no clue i ate the boomers, and we start fucking. about 45 minutes later the shrooms were really kicking my ass. it was hard enough to just look my gf in the eyes, let alone fuck....but anyway all the sudden i hear my mom runnin up the stairs(i guess she got home early from work)
just as my mom tries to slam the door open, i get up and dive across the room buck ass naked to keep the door from opening. then all i hear is massive ammounts of bitching and screaming. i ended up making a break for it a few minutes later and after chilling out, continued to trip my balls off without my girlfriend knowing.
how the fuck she didn't realize i was trippin balls i don't know, but i'd gotten away with H, yeyo, and a year long OC problem, eatin 4 hits of acid without her knowing. it's probably a diff thread but she was pissed when she found out i was tried and true poly-abuser
:p I keeps it real! :p
 
I was trying to smuggle 3 kilos of cocaine threw customs at the airport in my sucase ........ BELEAVE ME..... LESSON LEARNED!
 
My cousin told me about this and I thought it would be pretty shitty so here-

This is when my two cousins(brothers)were in highschool and they were both on 2 or 3 hits of acid. They were staying at a friends house, and it was normally cool to stay there because the kids dad worked untill 7 in the morning and came home drunk and went to bed. Well there they were just tripping out at the kids house, it was around 3am and all of a sudden the kids dad comes home. He runs into the room where they are and smashes his son in the face with the phone- completely out of the blue. They obviously left then with nowhere to go at 3 in the morning.

That would have been hard to handle, at least I think so.
 
Most of my friends are pretty straightedge, I have the reputation of being the druggy of the group (even though all I do is roll ~ once a month and smoke pot once in a blue moon). They get drunk all the time, yet insist that I'm fucking myself over by taking E once a month :p . But I digress.

Back in highschool, the school band would take out-of-state road trips. During my junior year trip, I was in a room with the most straitedge people you could imagine, good people for the most part, but fervently anti-drug. One particular night, they had a big movie party in their room, and I decided to duck out briefly to toke in another room with a couple fellow trumpet players. After the deed was done and I was quite stoned, I realised that I would have to play it cool and act completely sober going back into the room. Oh goodness, that backfired horribly, I entered the room with this horribly stoned, eyes half-open and tongue hanging out look. The entire room was staring at me. I never heard the end of their D.A.R.E. propaganda.

One time during my senior year of HS, I took a couple people with me to a rave who were staying sober for the night. I HATE buying inside raves (it's shady and you often get fucked over), but I had got a tip from a reputable source that had good reputable rolls. I try to yell to my friend over the music, and we end up having this massive misunderstanding:

What she heard:
Me: [inaudible shouts] Would you mind driving home tonight? . . . [inaudible shouts]
Her: No! No! Don't leave, Leon! Don't leave! (her face became both stern and saddened)
Me: It's ok, KT! I won't take it tonight if you don't want me to. (this naturally confused her further)
Her: No! No! Don't leave! Don't leave!
Me: [inaudible shouts] Really, it's ok, I'm not gonna take it tonight! (I left at that moment, for reasons unbeknownst to her at the time)

What I heard:
Me: Katie, I think I'm go buy an E. Would you mind driving home tonight? I'll pay you for the ride, it's no problem if you don't want me to.
Her: No! No! No E! No E! (her face became both stern and saddened, I became confused)
Me: It's ok, KT! I won't take it tonight if you don't want me to. (this didn't help, she just looked more angry/depressed)
Her: No! No! No E! No E!
Me: Katie, please don't do this to me, I don't want you to be mad at me. It's ok, I'm not gonna take it tonight!

I was really embarrassed and though that my good friend was utterly disgusted with my E use. We were both really relieved when I we sorted out this misunderstanding later, I felt really shitty for a while though, thinking was disgusted/mad at me.

When I came home at 4:30 that night, I ran into my mom who was up to go to the bathroom. That did not go well as I was still quite buzzy. I tried to retreat to my room, but she started asking me about the rave and I launched into a stream of gobbledygook about the loving and accepting spirit of electronic music and how it brings together the worst of enemies and strengthens friendships and whatnot. I'm sure she knew, but she never said anything to me about it.
 
I had the hugest panic attack ever when I was driving from the suburbs to the CBD (central buisness district) the pigs stopped my car and I had a freshly picked skunk plant in the backseat (the boot was full of weed too - also had to drop off 20xE + 6 grams of Ice) I was peaking on 2 Es at the time, so I was just pouring with sweat + paranoia. The weed in the backseat was covered but still stunk like hell. Winded down the window and obviously trying to wipe the frantic sweat from my forehead, and the pig just wanted to know if I had been drinking, gave me a breath test, and completely oversaw the intense smell of hydro and my wet face. Lesson to be learnt dont drive a car full of gear at 5am on a saturday morning. Loads of cops about around then looking for drunk drivers.
 
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