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Worst mistakes when in a bit of a state

A couple of summers ago, back in the mephedrone era, I promised my grandma I was going to spend a day with her as she was all alone in the middle of August. Anyway I'd been binging on drone non stop for at least a couple of days, went down her dodgy neighbourhood full of high rise social housing, this is southern europe in the middle of August so there's all these old people hanging around sitting on chairs on the pavement outside buildings

End up walking to the market with her, obviously before leaving the house I'd done more drone so I was pretty much buzzing off me tits. Coming back from the market I was carrying all the shopping bags and I started really struggling, it was really sunny and hot and I was sweating like crazy.

Anyway cutting the story short I started having the worst palpitations ever, shakes and my vision went all white. I had to sit down on a bench while grandma went to buy me a bottle of water. She ended up carrying all the shopping back to the flat as I was struggling to keep up just walking.

So yeah I was really embarassed about that, my 79 year old grandma is in better shape than me. I really thought I was gonna die, I mean it was probably 39 degrees celsius and walking under the sun on drone really is not a good idea.

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Another time, I had promised my grandma(yes I am a very good boy, she used to give me some of her lorazepam with tea while telling me WWII stories when she used to look after me after school in my formative years, so I do try to be there if she needs me) that I would help her pack some boxes with her stuff and help her move them with the car to the new flat she was moving into.

Problem I'd been fucked up on methoxetamine all night, kept on doing bumps until morning, so I had to call my sort of girlfriend at the time, tell her to come pick me up in the countryside, then she drove us my grandma's house. Obviously I was still very very fucked up, so she ended up having to pack most of my grandma's stuff while I was sitting there having tea with my nan.

She also had to move most of the boxes to the car and drive to the new place. At the time I was too mashed to feel anything, but thinking about it after I sort of felt like a failure. You know you only had to refrain getting fucked one night and still couldn't help it

It was only a few months after we'd split up that I realized that she was totally a keeper, not many girls would have done that.
 
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A cautionary tale, pontifex, glad you survived. But one thing puzzles me. If it was a deliberate im, why'd you put it in your leg? Appreciate you weren't thinking worse case scenarios at the time but, if you're going to get infections, the upper body is a better place to have them.
 
Unless you're a TV newsman.

My worst mistake when in a bit of a state only involves alchohol (although I may have been smoking weed earlier in the day). It was deciding to sprint across a dangerous and busy four lane road in the middle of the night while absolutely plastered. I'd already lost my phone, which is extremely unlike me and hasn't happened before or since. Anyway, I waited for a lull in the traffic and powered into the road but immediately fell flat on my face across two lanes. I don't think I'll ever forget the next part which was my mind almost instantly sobering up and cottoning on to the gravity of the situation but finding that my body was almost totally unresponsive. I couldn't move no matter how hard I tried and could see headlights bearing down on me at speed- it was nightmarish and still freaks me out thinking about it. Luckily I was spotted and someone stopped, about a foot away from me, and dragged me out of the road. Dignified times.
 
^ thank fuck we've all lived to tell the tale,plenty don't.

A mate and I decided it would be a good idea to walk home down the hard shoulder of the motorway. We were at a party 1 junction up from where we lived, and it was clearly the quickest and most logical route home. The police didnt agree.
At least we didnt try and cross it or anything like that, although we might have done as we approached our exit..

ageingpartyfiend said:
Crouched in a tunnel under a railway line and watched an inter-city speed about 8 inches above my head...
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fuck lol
 
Got my Giro N Script on the same day once . Did the whole script 28/5mg Nitrazepam & 56 /10mg diazepam had a can of special Brew went in HMV thought i was invisible ( i clearly wasn't ) stole 6 cds . Got caught . Arrested etc .
I Had over £200 in my pocket that's the daft bit . I offered to buy the CDs to prevent them calling the gavvers but they wouldn't have it . To make it worse the arresting officer was in my Tutor Class at school:|

It's that damn invisibility cloak it failed me that day .
Since then i have got to the bottom of the Benzo invisibility thing . The reason you get away with so much stuff is cos you look like a foaming at the mouth mad man/woman and no security guard is going to bother going near you cos the probably think you have an AIDS filled needle in yer pocket.

I have lots of silly stories but if i told them all it would be to embarrassing .

like other posters. I was just waiting for The Spade diazepam 2 cb smashed up flat story . I can almost tell it as well as him he brings it out on a weekly basis.

For a seasoned traveller/ International Playboy you would think he might have some better/new material ?
 
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The doctors can wait, I'VE GOT A TEAM OF INTERNET CRACKHEADS ON STANDBY.
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excellent :D I may have to steal that.

I wanna hear the diaz 2cb story. gogogo
 
Where do I start :D

Helping a friend move house when on acid - turned out to be a Burglary! Hitchhiking to a rave on too much MDMA - turned into some dodgy taxi drive around London when the cab driver was trying to score crack. Going for a chill out after a rave and ending up miles away from the event and standing in the middle of a field - giving some hippy a couple of quid to drop me of at the train station only to find out I was miles away from where I wanted to be (and costing me 20£ to get back to where I started).
 
^thats funny about the burglary/move :D

I flew to milan once instead of turin, the rehab people were waiting at torino airport and everyone thought I'd done a bunk but it was an innocent error. I was in such a state the weeks leading up to it I dont even remember agreeing to go to rehab so successfully getting there unaccompanied was always going to be an issue.
 
Gave my girlfriend a whole gram wrap of MDMA instead of the 160mg I'd carefully measured out for her. She put it in her mouth and luckily realised the difference in size.

It was a bit like those Oldham Halloween kids. She was only 12 at the time.
 
I had to wait till i was 14 to try MDMA. At least i had already had speed , acid , Weed etc to prepare me . But the 1st E was special it was a £20 Red N Black.
 
Jackeh said:
Why were you giving a 12 year old MDMA?
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Had a few of these, although I tend to still have my wits about me a fair bit on drugs. But to tell a few.

One of the regretted ones is on my 18th seriously hammered the blues and alcohol, despite coming from a straight edge family. Had all my mates round rinsed the house out with lots of hard techno and shook my family up, ended up leaving about 2-3 in the morning when the parents had had enough. Went to a mates party house at the time that was a 24/7 party fest, bottom floor was people on spliffs/chilling/coming down top floor was crack den basically, never seen a place like it. But anyway, got to the house and during that time a mate of mine wasn't too well mentally (still aint) and had invited loads of people round when he shouldn't have - or something I was blue'd out and don't remember shit.

Anyway, I walked into a room at some point to see some middle aged woman giving my mate grief. Basically, blue'd out as fuck gave it stacks in raking her for about ten minutes. Only to find out it was my other good mates mum, and also the person who helped contribute to the houses rent. Completely fucked up and had nothing to say for myself, was only sticking up for my mate and obviously you know how valium is. Haven't seen her since but could only genuinely apologise (after I woke up 2-3 hours later wiped out because I'd eaten loads of pills and passed out).

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Another one that was more of a mistake than a fuck up was when I was doing a lot of acid weekly at least, had a bit of a tolerance and was quite used to it so ate three tabs and went out with my ex at the time to the cinema. It was a rainy day and I don't know but for some reason it just made real bad vibes around the people about me. I was walking around happy as fuck tripping tits loving life but everyone just looked really sad and grim. At that point I began to hear a dog yelp and bark, fretting basically.

So I noticed that this dog was tied to a lamp post, covered in the pissing rain and everyone was walking by. But as the dog barked and barked and my trip fucked with my head I just couldn't keep going. Kept turning round to my ex being like I feel really bad about this, can't just leave this dog here. We slowly walked by trying to suss out the situation and the dog kept barking/whining. Eventually once I'd walked a few metres ahead I snapped and was like right I can't do this, need to go get this dog and help it.

Remembered at the same time my friend at the time was looking a dog, so quickly got the phone out rang him "xxx MATE FOUND YOU A DOG, GOT YOU A DOG HERE NEED TO GET DOWN HERE MATE ITS TIED UP SERIOUSLY! NEED TO HELP THIS THING!" Got told he was in the housing executive and he'd phone me back. So decided I'd wait until my mate got here before untying the dog.

Well, I don't know how things work because of time distortion and drugs but I tried to wait. But the dog kept barking, the rain kept raining, everyone kept walking by and the trip just kept building. Eventually, I once again snapped and just told my ex I couldn't wait any longer and needed to get this dog saved and we could meet my mate later. Started to walk over...next thing the owner of the dog walked out of Starbucks (not noticing me walking towards), untied the dog and walked off. I've still no idea if it was literally the time it took for the guy to get a coffee that I freaked out and nearly stole a dog or whether there was a big queue that day. But one of my favourite acid headfuck stories.
 
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