egor
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I bet everyone on this board has had to bail when the cops came at least once
Worst situation that you were high for?
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dude that would suckcLOUDDEAD said:
one time me and a friend of mine were ripping a 3 foot roor and he went to take a hit and puked in the bong and tried to hold it in and it sprayed all over me. it was pretty fucking gross and ruined my high.
one time i was stoned as fuck8( for a psychologist apt. my doc kept asking if i was ok
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Thug Love said:
nope, the cops didnt do anything. they left our appt after about 10 mins of asking my roomate and i questions. i think they could tell how shook the both of us were and figured no harm done and left. our friend ended up going to the hospital and then into rehab. but no, he didnt get into any legal trouble. his dad is a retired state trooper so he did get some beatings by a cop. his dad was pissed lol.
worst thing is his dad came to our appt banging on the door, then he trheatened to shoot my roomate and i lol. he was freaking out. i dont think he could cope with the fact that his son was a heroin addict and wanted to blame someone else. i can understand him being pissed, but we called the ambo and did our best to take care of him. some people would have just tossed him out the car in front of the ER. some would have done nothing. we told him this and he left, ever since that day i noticed more cops around the area.
Hindushroom
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Took a black micro dot along with two mates got attacked by six blokes with baseball bats machetes and hammers.Got smashed twice in the left eye with the claw end of a hammer. Police ambulance arrived took me to hospital gave me a huge dose of morphine because my left eye was hanging out. This was in belfast 18 years ago. It was pretty fucking crazy shit till the morphine kicked in.
Kosmos7
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Did ecstasy at a friends house. Was hanging with some people who were on mushrooms, and it was fun. They left before long though, and my friend and his girlfriend went off somewhere. I was in the room watching the NASA channel, coming down, feeling kinda shitty, and decided to leave. I got outside and noticed this truck drive by crazily, and the guys in it were yelling violently toward me (too far to actually know who I was, I think, so I didn't get it, and I couldn't make out what they were saying), and it just horrified me. I thought I was going to be the victim of one of those unprovoked, hateful acts of violence that I've always feared. I went back inside quickly, figuring that would keep me safe. So I spent another hour or two watching the same show on the NASA channel, but not really watching it so much as sitting there freaking the fuck out. I was really just horrified.
Eventually I figured it'd be OK to go to my car and leave, so I first peeked outside and the truck was there still, parked, down the street just a bit. This had me more freaked out than ever. I couldn't imagine that they'd be hanging around for that long for any reason other than to fuck with me. That disturbed me greatly and I went back inside, pretty much crushed with fear. I sat there for a while with the TV on, and I started to calm down for some reason; I think being truly threatened made me confident in my ability to come out of the situation unharmed.
I just waited some more, looked out again to see that the truck was gone. I was still suspicious though, because while inside the room I would hear a really loud vehicle of some sort tearing around the area.
Any sort of activity I noticed really had me frightened, but I got to my car without any notable encounter. I was still afraid as I was driving away because those people definitely knew which cars were at the house.
What made it worse was the bad history of shit that's happened at this house. My friend's RV was burned to the ground, and they never knew who did it. Just lots of hateful shit, and I thought I was going to be the next victim. The ecstasy made me feel much more vulnerable, and eventually just plain shitty from the anxiety and comedown.
Eventually I figured it'd be OK to go to my car and leave, so I first peeked outside and the truck was there still, parked, down the street just a bit. This had me more freaked out than ever. I couldn't imagine that they'd be hanging around for that long for any reason other than to fuck with me. That disturbed me greatly and I went back inside, pretty much crushed with fear. I sat there for a while with the TV on, and I started to calm down for some reason; I think being truly threatened made me confident in my ability to come out of the situation unharmed.
I just waited some more, looked out again to see that the truck was gone. I was still suspicious though, because while inside the room I would hear a really loud vehicle of some sort tearing around the area.
Any sort of activity I noticed really had me frightened, but I got to my car without any notable encounter. I was still afraid as I was driving away because those people definitely knew which cars were at the house.
What made it worse was the bad history of shit that's happened at this house. My friend's RV was burned to the ground, and they never knew who did it. Just lots of hateful shit, and I thought I was going to be the next victim. The ecstasy made me feel much more vulnerable, and eventually just plain shitty from the anxiety and comedown.
faris
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i always seem to be high and involved in traffic accidents.....NOT where i was at fault, but unfortunate nonetheless.
the worst time (and after reading some of the shit before me, this isn't bad at all, just stressful) was when i totaled my jeep. i was involved in an 8-car pileup on the interstate and i was the middle car. i had just finished smoking my joint and had put the roach in the tray when traffic slowed considerably in front of me and i had to come to a complete stop in a short amount of time and space. the lady behind me rear-ended me and i hit the guy in front. then the person behind her rear-ended her and i got hit again, causing me to hit the guy in front again. THEN, a semi-truck came over the hill and didn't slow down, just hit the last car full-speed, causing more hits to the other cars involved. all-in-all i got hit 4 times and was lucky to be able to get out of my car unhurt.
but the first thing i did was grab my shit out of the car and toss it. i thought for sure i was going to get questioned extensively and i was so scared.
the worst time (and after reading some of the shit before me, this isn't bad at all, just stressful) was when i totaled my jeep. i was involved in an 8-car pileup on the interstate and i was the middle car. i had just finished smoking my joint and had put the roach in the tray when traffic slowed considerably in front of me and i had to come to a complete stop in a short amount of time and space. the lady behind me rear-ended me and i hit the guy in front. then the person behind her rear-ended her and i got hit again, causing me to hit the guy in front again. THEN, a semi-truck came over the hill and didn't slow down, just hit the last car full-speed, causing more hits to the other cars involved. all-in-all i got hit 4 times and was lucky to be able to get out of my car unhurt.
but the first thing i did was grab my shit out of the car and toss it. i thought for sure i was going to get questioned extensively and i was so scared.
Meeko Baybee
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This is the funniest, yet the STUPIDEST thing I could of ever done tripping...
Well my friend gives me 2 hits of acid my sophomore year of high school. I am thinking it won't be that hard to sit in class tripping, so I take 2 hits, feeling pretty good, nothing too scary, but by the end of lunch period some kid had killed a duck in the park by our school and his girlfriend runs by me, holding the duck, yelling "Do you think this is fucking funny?!" Chasing her boyfriend. I LOST it... I was laughing so damn hard it was hard to compose myself. I walk into school, Im having a really, really hard time walking through the halls. Now my school is 4 stories high, and I had no fucking idea where the hell my class was. A friend escorts me to government class, and I manage to calm down and compose myself.
Well we were supposed to write a paper, and I'm writing very silently, and I notice my friend staring at me. She tells me to knock it off and to write. Im all "WTF! I am writing!" I look down, see all the words I had been writing. She then tells me that there is no lead in my pencil... I am hallucinating what I'm writing. I have to try my hardest to not laugh.
Next class was band, that's when it REALLY got hard. I couldn't read the sheet music because the music notes were melting. I was playing either too loud or too soft, because my audio perception was fucked up. I thought I dropped my music book and Im looking EVERYWHERE for this fucking book. Everyone in class is looking at me (I only had a class of 6 people, but it was still scary) I then look up on the music stand and my book was there... like it magically reappeared. My band teacher (bless his awesome heart) took me aside and said "I dont know what is going on, but go home, go to sleep, and don't ever come into my class like this again."
I go back to the park where my friends were that gave me the acid, and they cracked up and said that the acid I got was the strongest theyve ever had, and thought it was amazing that I didnt get myself into trouble. I had to have them drive me home, where I proceeded to play in my room with all the glow toys and stuff that I had. One of my friends told me to turn on the black light, and when I did 1000 black light stars jumped out at me and I threw the light across the room.
I could go on and on with the shit that happened that day... but it wasnt a bad situation, I just cant believe how STUPID I was to do acid at school! Fun times though.... damn that was a fun memory
Well my friend gives me 2 hits of acid my sophomore year of high school. I am thinking it won't be that hard to sit in class tripping, so I take 2 hits, feeling pretty good, nothing too scary, but by the end of lunch period some kid had killed a duck in the park by our school and his girlfriend runs by me, holding the duck, yelling "Do you think this is fucking funny?!" Chasing her boyfriend. I LOST it... I was laughing so damn hard it was hard to compose myself. I walk into school, Im having a really, really hard time walking through the halls. Now my school is 4 stories high, and I had no fucking idea where the hell my class was. A friend escorts me to government class, and I manage to calm down and compose myself.
Well we were supposed to write a paper, and I'm writing very silently, and I notice my friend staring at me. She tells me to knock it off and to write. Im all "WTF! I am writing!" I look down, see all the words I had been writing. She then tells me that there is no lead in my pencil... I am hallucinating what I'm writing. I have to try my hardest to not laugh.
Next class was band, that's when it REALLY got hard. I couldn't read the sheet music because the music notes were melting. I was playing either too loud or too soft, because my audio perception was fucked up. I thought I dropped my music book and Im looking EVERYWHERE for this fucking book. Everyone in class is looking at me (I only had a class of 6 people, but it was still scary) I then look up on the music stand and my book was there... like it magically reappeared. My band teacher (bless his awesome heart) took me aside and said "I dont know what is going on, but go home, go to sleep, and don't ever come into my class like this again."
I go back to the park where my friends were that gave me the acid, and they cracked up and said that the acid I got was the strongest theyve ever had, and thought it was amazing that I didnt get myself into trouble. I had to have them drive me home, where I proceeded to play in my room with all the glow toys and stuff that I had. One of my friends told me to turn on the black light, and when I did 1000 black light stars jumped out at me and I threw the light across the room.
I could go on and on with the shit that happened that day... but it wasnt a bad situation, I just cant believe how STUPID I was to do acid at school! Fun times though.... damn that was a fun memory
sludgefactory
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Probably going to a hospital after going on a cocaine binge and I starting downing various sedatives to come down and then yelling at doctors and threatening them or accusing them of touching me. I don't remember everything that went on but they took me to the psych-wing and I grabbed a wooden table on wheels and slammed it through these large locked glass double doors that led to a little fenced in area that I planned to get through and I crawled under the table and got partway through and got my legs cut up pretty bad from the glass and then at least ten staff came running down and dragged me into a room and gave me a shot of something in the back of my upper arm. I went to sleep.
It was pretty bad at the time and it got worse later when I ended up in a lockdown boarding school for 11 monthes from there.
It was pretty bad at the time and it got worse later when I ended up in a lockdown boarding school for 11 monthes from there.
egor
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Hindushroom said:
you win
psycosynthesis
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A few months ago I was enjoying a pill (mdma). Chilling in the bath, bonged out and hitting nitrous. My mum runs in and tells me my Grandfather has just collapsed and that my Grandmother thinks it's a smoke. We race to the Hospital and beat the Ambulence there. The triage nurse looked at me like I was a meth psychosis victim. I must've looked fucked. I've never gone from so high to so scattered at once. It was horrible. He's doing okay now though which is good.
RegisteredStoneeer
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delta_9 said:
That is fucking awesome!
My time was probably my first mushroom trip, i took them the day before school started. During the first break i simply waddled around crazily wondering what the fuck was going on constantly reminding myself what was indeed going on.
English period then came and of course we had a large test on the book, the old man and the sea. Oh my, let me tell you that was quite a period. I had more mushrooms i was plannin to ingest later in my backpack and knew if i acted out i would be fucked.
All i had to do was seem normal, which at the time seemed like asking me to perform brain surgery. The teacher was standing in front of the class chatting, i could not remember what this meant. I didnt understand a word of what he was saying. I only knew he was trying to communicate in some way.
The wood grain of my desk was constantly swirling all around, the people around me only a blur. The test was passed out and i realized all i had to do was mark this and stay quiet. It would run the whole period.
At first i tried to truly read the questions and guess the correct answer using only my first impressions. This was quickly a lost cause as i would get wrapped up into the question over and over again thinking about each word and what it meant to me.
It became a desperate struggle simply to mark an answer for every question. It was difficult remembering where to put the marks and such.
i would never consider this a bad trip, i still had a good time in retrospect.
The police raid of a friend's house when I was 16. Been smoking hookas, bongs, blunts, and joints in the house since school let out that day, so we had been blazing pretty hard for about 3 hours and that's when, as I was taking a hit off a joint, I heard a banging at the door and the police screaming Sheriffs Department.
I still remember all these redneck cops swarming in the door yelling and all you can do is just sit there in like shock and surprise, especially when your high. And then I remember the redneck cops discussing with one another about each of our "smoking devices" (their words) and how they were used.
I still remember all these redneck cops swarming in the door yelling and all you can do is just sit there in like shock and surprise, especially when your high. And then I remember the redneck cops discussing with one another about each of our "smoking devices" (their words) and how they were used.
CiscoKid
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Probably one of the worst situations I've been in was about two years ago in spring time. I ate a half eighth maybe more of some shrooms laced with mescaline at my friend's house, who has some head problems like schitzofrenia and is bipolar.
I got there and saw him, and he had been tripping on shrooms all week since he bought like a qp of em, and he jus looked like a crazy ass person. I asked him if he was alright, and he said "yeah man, I just havent been taking my medication all week so I might as well take it all now" and he took a handful of klonopins an popped all of em.
Later that night a couple people came over, and he jus handed out shrooms to all of us, he gave me a handful, so I'm still not sure how many I took, but I was trippin balls. He set up his room with a black light on and a candle in the middle, and we all smoked blunts while he had his shirt off and started like body painting, and since he's really good at painting it looked trippy as hell.
All of a sudden he looked up and heard his mom up stairs, and he has been fighting with her like all week, and he ran up stairs and ran right through his door and broke it off the hinges, and I heard a bunch of yelling, and then his mom came down stairs and told us she called the cops and we needed to leave, so we all left and all my friends got in a car and forgot I was on shrooms, and figured I'd be okay to walk, but I wasn't.
I ended up walking down a busy street an internet cafe, where I used to chill with people, and during the walk I almost got hit by a car, because I stopped to stare at the headlights. When I got to the internet cafe, there were like three cop cars there, and I walked inside and saw my friend.
I asked him, "what the fuck is going on?"
and he was like, "I sold shrooms to this chick, and she ended up tryin to kill herself"
I remember sitting down right next to a table that a cop was questioning kids at hoping i wouldnt have to talk to him, and I remember looking at his face and he looked like he was made out of jello.
Luckily none of the cops needed to talk to me, and I ended up smoking a blunt right after that so everything was okay.
I got there and saw him, and he had been tripping on shrooms all week since he bought like a qp of em, and he jus looked like a crazy ass person. I asked him if he was alright, and he said "yeah man, I just havent been taking my medication all week so I might as well take it all now" and he took a handful of klonopins an popped all of em.
Later that night a couple people came over, and he jus handed out shrooms to all of us, he gave me a handful, so I'm still not sure how many I took, but I was trippin balls. He set up his room with a black light on and a candle in the middle, and we all smoked blunts while he had his shirt off and started like body painting, and since he's really good at painting it looked trippy as hell.
All of a sudden he looked up and heard his mom up stairs, and he has been fighting with her like all week, and he ran up stairs and ran right through his door and broke it off the hinges, and I heard a bunch of yelling, and then his mom came down stairs and told us she called the cops and we needed to leave, so we all left and all my friends got in a car and forgot I was on shrooms, and figured I'd be okay to walk, but I wasn't.
I ended up walking down a busy street an internet cafe, where I used to chill with people, and during the walk I almost got hit by a car, because I stopped to stare at the headlights. When I got to the internet cafe, there were like three cop cars there, and I walked inside and saw my friend.
I asked him, "what the fuck is going on?"
and he was like, "I sold shrooms to this chick, and she ended up tryin to kill herself"
I remember sitting down right next to a table that a cop was questioning kids at hoping i wouldnt have to talk to him, and I remember looking at his face and he looked like he was made out of jello.
Luckily none of the cops needed to talk to me, and I ended up smoking a blunt right after that so everything was okay.
Iowadsmbadboy
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Went to my Great Grandpa's funeral so fucking gone on coke. Bought two eight balls for the weekend of the funeral and didn't have any left by the time we had to go home............
^^ Blow and funerals, eh that is sucky but sounds optional no?
Getting hit by a drunk driver on I-78, 3am who decided not to stop. I was riding shotgun HIGH as a kite and my then boyfriend chases him for 10 minutes until the guy pulled over in a dark wooded area. I had such a nervous breakdown, was 16 and terrified that this guy was going to get out of the car and kill us. My ex got out, and the guy sped off again and our car was too fucked up to start (killed, actually.) This might be one of the reasons why I don't like to smoke much anymore.
Getting hit by a drunk driver on I-78, 3am who decided not to stop. I was riding shotgun HIGH as a kite and my then boyfriend chases him for 10 minutes until the guy pulled over in a dark wooded area. I had such a nervous breakdown, was 16 and terrified that this guy was going to get out of the car and kill us. My ex got out, and the guy sped off again and our car was too fucked up to start (killed, actually.) This might be one of the reasons why I don't like to smoke much anymore.
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ebola?
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>>Probably one of the worst situations I've been in was about two years ago in spring time. I ate a half eighth maybe more of some shrooms laced with mescaline at my friend's house>>
Mushrooms cannot viably be laced with mescaline.
ebola
Mushrooms cannot viably be laced with mescaline.
ebola
I am shpongled
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Making a burn run before school, and then going to class with BLOODSHOT eyes. I mean a DEEP shade of red. Nodding to my teacher, sitting down, and reading.
I finished the book and enjoyed every minute of the story. But man, I was scared. Never smoked before school again.
I finished the book and enjoyed every minute of the story. But man, I was scared. Never smoked before school again.