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Worst situation you've ever been in

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gary

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This is OT, but this forum is probably the most appropriate for this topic. I doubt many candy ravers have ever been in anything scarier then their parents catching them smoking dope.
anyways mine would be when I was buying some dope from this really shady black dude. he was constantly tripping out, thinking the feds or the police were after him or were going to bust him. so me and a couple people give him a call to see if we can score, and he's totally tripped out and won't let us come over to his place. so he is saying that the only place he is gonna sell to us is from his car, on the highway. so we drive down to a small interstate and we get on at the time he tells us and we're driving up and down this thing for a fuckin while and then finally we see the jeep he's driving. so we pull right up beside him on the left, roll down the window, and he hands the dope to us while we're going 60mph on the fucking highway. this is a 3 lane road, and there's not a whole lot of traffic but my friend is freaking out whos driving trying not to ram into this guy on the side but still get close enough so we can do the handoff. as if this isn't shady enough already, after we pass the cash over this other black dude in the passanger seat that i've never seen before pulls out a gun and he starts waving it around while my dealer who's driving is screaming some shit at us. none of us could tell what the fuck he was saying, and we're freaking out trying to get away from this guy before he shoots us or some shit. anyways finally the guy speeds up and lets us get off, but that had to be the shadiest deal and one of the worst moments in my life.
i'm interested in hearing what phreex's worst experince is, i'm sure he probably has some good ones
 
I can't really remember what mine was, it's just like a mental note, {last saturday, never been so scared, thought i was going to die} sort of stuff. woke up the next morning with no idea what happened, where I went, who I was with etc, just that I was scared shitless.
Not much help I know.
 
And the moral of the story gary : "Dont score off really shady black doods that are tripping out (and have a gun) whilst driving down the interstate at 60 mph"
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When in any doubt whatsoever (like umm, drugs are still illegal) D O N T !!
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Just say know.
 
Waking up in a dumpster at about 5:30 AM. with a piece of paper in my pocket that said "I will never eat this many mushrooms again" . Couldn't remember anything else about the night before.
 
SWIM told me this dream he had:
I was visiting a friend in a different city, went the rundown shady area of downtown to score some drugs. Scoring in the ghetto not being a normal activity for me, I was on a fair bit of clonazepam... only reason I didn't flip out over the course of the night. Was with a shady Amerindian dude I just met, who I knew through an old acquaintance of mine. We found some meth pretty quick, then went looking for smack.
While looking, a bunch of kids got in a fight with and started beating the shit out of this other kid, right across the street from me. Within a minute the cops were there.... we hurried the hell out of there as I was holding a gram of meth.
Finally, after a long while searching, we found our smack... and my friend immediately did some of course, to test it out. There were plenty of people selling "rock stars" nearby, so I thought hell, why not pick some up. My friend went to get the stuff, near the door of a restaurant or something... as soon as he made the deal he walked quickly off, telling me to hurry. "Keep an eye out" he said. What the fuck? We dodged down an alley going pretty quick. Finally I got him to tell me what was up. The dealer tried to rip him off, he said, giving him just two $20 rocks for $60. He'd slipped the guy $40 all wadded up. Fuck, I thought, I'm gonna get the shit beaten out of me by some pissed-off crack dealer or his thugs. Luckily nothing came of it, though.
On the way back my friend, of course, thought it was a good time to hit the rocks. We bought a shitty pipe of some guys in an alley (I could not believe how many people were smoking crack right out on the goddamned street) and he for some uknown reason invited this other crackhead to come smoke with us. Well, we finally stopped at, of all places, the door of a fucking apartment. I suggested that this was a bad idea, but he would have none of it. Being stuck, I went ahead and hit the pipe. Didn't help me chill out. We were puffing away, when, lo and behold, the owner of the apartment returned home. I thought we were screwed for sure. My friend apologized to the guy, calm as day. "Sorry, we didn't mean any harm, we'll get going." The guy stared at us and just went inside. We managed to make it home without further incident... but that was a fucked-up evening.
-Zorn
 
Having my apartment raided and being arrested, going to jail then being sentenced to 7 years suspended sentence/probation.. only 5 1/2 years to go!
I don't feel like telling the entire story.. in short - my roomie was under investigation for counterfeiting, the secret service was doing trash pick-up's and found evidence other crimes were being comitted, they used this 'evidence' to have the local comandos kick in the door at 5am and toss in a flash gernade, from there they just had a blast tearing the house apart - most of my charges were for things related to counterfeiting ID/licences.. I only had two (2) drug counts stick out of over a 50 count indicitment...
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"I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don't care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is: 'What are they in a position to do about it?'" (William S. Burroughs)
 
Back in my severe methaddict days (hell it wasn't that long ago). I remember one day I loaded up a rig of 1/4 gram of methamphetamine. (I had a tolerence, 1/4 gram was tolerable. You see, I liked to get RIGHT UP to that point of OD but not pass it.) So the rig is loaded, I stick it into my arm. Keep in mind I was a severe addict and my hands shook like someone suffering from a seizure. I hit the vein, draw blood, I start shooting, just then the needle slipped. I tried to get it back in, but I couldn't. I pulled out and tried to find a new vein. My hands just weren't cooperating. So the blood in the rig is clotting up and I feel its no longer safe to inject into a vein. So I put the needle into my shoulder and inject it IM. Well, I'm so pissed off that I didn't get that IV rush. I say fuck it and load another 1/4 gram into another rig. Hit the vein, stay in, and inject the whole thing. I get the rush....Ahh it feels so good....a few minutes later the IM really started to hit me... I felt a extreme pressure on my heart, my vision went blurry white, I felt dizzy...I put my fingers on my neck and take my pulse... My heart is going completly crazy..then stops...1...2...3 I'm counting how long it hasn't beated for...At about 6-8 seconds (can't remember exactly) I start to feel like I'm going to black out... My last thoughts were of my girlfriend whom I love a lot, and I think I may have even asked God to forgive me of my sins or something like that...Right as I was dangling off the chair I was sitting on bearly consious, my heart started again. To this day it still beats irregularly and hurts whenever I'm stressed... I probably should get it checked.
 
of my many fucked up situation stories i have...this one takes the cake.
night 2 of a 2 day acid binge, i had prolly 12 doses of some kill liquid i had got the night before in me, a vial in my pocket and my buddy had a vial in his.
were on our way back from a party goin up and down thses massive hills and we pass a cop. well were speeding and have a bright and a dim headlight so we get pulled over.as soon as the cops were behind us i told him to give me his vial and i place both of them in my right shoe. well we gave a few friends a ride to the party and they stayed there well one of the guys was drinking beer and he left an empty can in the backseat, enter probable cause to search. another one of the friends left her purse in the car, which we were clueless about. well inside this chicks purse they find 2 bags of weed, 30 kilonipen (spelling?),a piece of straw and a razor blade with residue on it. keep in mind all this is nothing compared to the 200+ doses of LSD-25 i have in my shoe. well to make a long story short im handcuffed and brought over to stand next to the cop car while my friend who was driving is questioned.here comes the slick part...2 cops were there and i was being watched half assed by one of em during his questioning, handcuffed behind my back i bend down and pull one vial from my shoe, he looks and im standing normal, i unscrew the lid and sqeeze the $hit onto the ground and toss the bottle, then i did the exact same thing again with the other vial. the cops are done questioning my friend and the other cop walks towards me to put me in the car. i look through my legs behind me and what is there on the ground?...a massive wet spot of lsd. silly cop didnt see it.
we went to jail and spent about 3 hrs in there waiting for our parents to bail us out.tripping fucking balls by the way
i was charged with
30 counts of possession of a schedule 1 narcotic for the kilonipen
2 counts of felony possession of marijuana cause it was my 4th in 10 years, your only allowed one
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and a paraphanelia charge
well the girl whose purse it was was on probation, and since we didnt know the shit was there or even the purse for that matter, the prosecuter questioned her cause she wanted her $$ and jewelery back, she took the wrap for it all fessed up to it and the dropped the charges on me and my buddy.
thank god i ditched the acid or else id be writing this from prison!
P*L*U*R
squirrel
p.s. im a kandie kid so HA! and i have even more of these type of true stories! kandie kids rock!!
 
Klonopin isn't a schedule 1 drug, and you wouldn't get charged with poss of a C-I drug for Klonopin, if thats what you were talking about..
TheTruth -
No I didn't! The first offer I had was for several years in jail, I ended up taking the plea my lawyer said was "good" - 7 years of having my life monitored, over $50,000 in fines, a few hundred hours of community service, I had to give up over $10,000 in computer equiptment, etc.. I was a FIRST TIME OFFENDER, I mean, prior to that raid I had never been arrested, shit, never had any problems other then traffic offenses.. the bulk of these charges are for making fake ID's! So yeah, while I adimt that I was the one in the wrong, I think the punishment was a little excessive!
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"I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don't care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is: 'What are they in a position to do about it?'" (William S. Burroughs)
 
without going into to many details i got caught up in a big "exchange". it was pretty simple someone stayed with the buyers while the others went to get the merchandise. it was something we had done many times in the past so no big deal right? well 1 hour goes by, then 2, then 3 my friend is know missing and i'm stuck on the hook for 35 k. under threats of my life i'm told i have 12 hours to find my friend and make the deal right. 6 hours later i got a call from my friends lawyer the dea busted him and they where asking about me (all the had was my first name) he told his lawyer to tell me to get the hell out of town. so now all i have to do is lose the two guys got out of town with not much money. some how the two idiots leave me alone for a couple of hours so fuck it i'm gone. no looking back board a plane with the clothes on my back. i got lucky and got a second chance.
 
Just a remined - make sure these are PAST situations we are talking about.. if you're currently on the run from your bondsman after skipping on a $40,000 write, don't post that here.. well, actually if you're running from your BONDSMAN please email me, I will, um, help you escape... yeah!
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"I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don't care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is: 'What are they in a position to do about it?'" (William S. Burroughs)
 
my situation is well in the past of 5 years ago. my friend already served his time. the were just trying to get him give up as many people as possible and he kept his mouth shut... thank god.
 
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