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Worst mistakes when in a bit of a state

I went out drinking with a girl I had just met a few nights before, and I had some diazepam in my system as well. At around 2am she invited me back to her house, saying her parents were fine with me sleeping over there so not to worry. We were walking down a dark road on the way to her house when I heard a car pulling up to us, and a males voice ask us what we were doing.

Naturally I thought it was some creep that was trying to mess with the girl, so I flipped a switch and went off on him. I was yelling at him to fuck off, get the fuck out of there, and to "keep fucking driving old man" at which point the girl says to me "Um, that's my dad." I looked at her with a blank stare and she told me to just get in the car. I don't remember what I said during the car ride, but he did drive me back to their house and let me go in with the girl.

I don't know if I explained to him in the car ride that I was just being protective, but I'm sure he figured that's what I was doing, so he was cool with me. It took me a few days before I knew where I stood with the girl and her family because I woke up to an empty house the next morning. The mum was a regular customer where I worked and had known I was going out with her daughter the night before, and I guess since they knew where I worked and all they figured they could leave me alone in their house. It was certainly weird considering I had just met the girl 3 days earlier, and although I knew who her mum was I had never really spoken to her. So naturally after waking up and realizing nobody was home I checked all the medicine cabinets (nothing good in any of them) and then got the hell out of there.
 
probably getting high and spewing off my 10k br roll on Pokerstars.

Then playing plo 3/6 deep ante games against the best of the best on Pokerstars pretty stoned and spewing away my 34k br :/

ah well live and learn , in my case dont learn !
 
badandwicked said:
^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.
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Why were you supposed to fly to Turin for rehab, if I may ask?
 
pontifex01 said:
Anyone else been in a coma? I had the weirdest, most horrendous nightmares/psychotic trips while in mine. I was wondering how common that is?
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No, but I know someone who has, and he claimed that for its duration he was having looping hallucinations of his friends and family being horribly tortured. I thought he was bullshitting but maybe not.
 
Posted this before elsewhere but fuck it, I never get tired of telling this story. Blame Farmaz for giving me the opportunity to be a reposting cunt if you've read it before:

aMT first time I did a properly active and strong 100mg dose. As I approached peak after a long 2hrs+ come up my thinking became ever more accelerated and tangential, eventually becoming fixated on the idea that I was a manifestation of the Godhead with a message for the world who's simple truth would be a revelation so powerful in its authority as to pull the rug out once and for all from under fundamentalists of whatever stripe.

Ended up ringing 999 and asking for the attendance of all emergency services so they could make preparations for my messianic broadcast to the world. They seemed oddly reluctant, can't think why, so it's at this point that I hit upon a cunning plan to make exposure locally a certainty, that being a springboard onto a bigger stage with a wider audience once we'd got a bit of momentum going.

This mainly involved me walking out of the house stark bollock naked, jay walking up and down the road in and out of passing traffic, bellowing at the top of my lungs something about God being singular or some such bollox. Kind of an odd thing for an athiest and rationalist to be getting all worked up about but there you are. The local youth, fuelled up no doubt on white cider and alcopops swilled down on park benches took exception to me parading about with me cock flapping about berating them on their know-nothing lack of sophistication for some reason, and it was as they began chucking broken paving slabs and lumps of concrete at my head the police finally stepped in and arrested me for my own protection.

Spent around 4 hours in the police custody suite freezing my knackers off cos rules said I could only have one blanket before being packed off to the mental health crisis unit to see if I needed sectioning. Left to chill for an hour with one of the nice guys on staff checking in with me and taking me out for a smoke before a long and interesting chat with the Psych. Dr. on hand and a mental health care social worker about aMT and its place in the psychedelic literature referencing Shulgin etc as they didn't seem to know too much about off the top of their heads, suggesting they best read up on it cos they'd be seeing a lot more of it, the social worker just pissing himself laughing when I told my sorry tale cos they only knew I'd been brought in for evaluation, dressed in shit from the bottom of the police left property bin looking a right state and for some reason smelling strongly of bonfires, having nothing more in the way of circumstances leading up to that point beyond what I told them. Come down enough by this point to be at least rational and lucid though still going some on the visuals so bundled in a taxi home after a bit and that was the end of the matter.

Fun night all in all, taking in any number of novel and interesting venues inhabited by a motley array of jaded coppers, petty criminals, domestics and drunks.
 
Jumping out the window. But I'm bored talking about it.

Taking off all my clothes and wandering into a strangers house. That was a long time ago. Police took me home, next day I was off to France or something. Pished the bed before I went. Parents not happy. Drug = vodka.
 
Leaving a chicks flat in a mood, then thinking better of it I returned to sleep on the couch when I realised I was too fucked to walk home. I entered the building and promptly fell asleep in the wrong flat (whose door was obviously wide open) and I was then rudely awoken by two police arresting me for burglary and later possession of class a.
They didn't even let me put my shoes on and were fucking harsh bastards anyway. What burglar steals nothing then falls asleep on the sofa after politely taking his shoes off?
 
About 15/16 we kicked a caravan to death all mashed on hash & white cider, then ran down the street kicking out all the street lights.
 
badandwicked said:
Abertawe boyo :D

18, crown, 3 years? Wtf are they charging you with robbing?

You definitely win the thread so far.
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camofmach. Is 'Mach' the shortened version of the town you are from ? If so, i know it extremely well, and I suspect we have several mutual friends on Facebook. Unless I'm barking up the wrong tree. Wouldn't be the first time.
 
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