I don't know why this all had to happen to me but it was a harsh reality check. The night started when i had finished work around 8:30 P.M. one night.
I have not taken drugs for 3 months up to this point. I think it was something emotional that set me off...i can not explain it. All of this occurs in the presence of ex-dealers/friends(if u want to call them that).
It began with 12 mg klonopin which we all know can disorient someone quite a bit. I had also consumed 9x 2mg xanax which were intended for resale. That being said, it didn't turn out as planned. I don't recall the exact time i had taken the 18 mg of xanax, and i sure as hell don't know why i did it...but it happened. This combo already had me feeling ridiculous, like i had no care in the world...and nothing to live for. That feeling is what really got me in trouble. The rest of the night was described to me in detail by the people i was with because of the major blackouts i was having the whole time. I would know what was going on, then the next minute..be in a whole different place. After i had consumed all of the benzos, i blacked out the first time, then awoke in a car with 2 people driving in the city of Camden intending to purchase drugs. As i awoke they were all passing around a blunt of PCP. With my judgement so impaired i proceeded to take big hits thinking i was god. The PCP just intensified everything i was feeling. It had me saying all kinds of wacked out shit, more so than i was already. At this point i felt I was invincible, i wanted more of whatever i could get my hands on. What happened next was so stupid i do not advise anyone in their right mind try this. This can be potentially lethal. On top of what i had already done, i asked the people i was with to purchase me two 20 bags of H. When the H was finally purchased, instantly i awoke(basically came out of a fucking coma) and without any care, decided to sniff both bags as fast as possible. Don't ask me how, or why i did this. I guess i was feeling pretty good, because after the first bag i do not remember anything whatsoever. I know we made it back to the house and proceeded to smoke 2 more blunts of PCP after this. Yet again, i do not advise anyone to do this. I did not know who i was, where i was, what i was doing.....i was completely dead to the world. I awoke the next morning on the floor in a random shitty house, near my home town. I was still out of my mind and attempted to drive home which was the biggest mistake of them all. As i was driving the NEXT MORNING i was still blacking out and just not in touch with anything. It all ended with me in the hospital because i had smashed into 3 parked cars, totalled my car, and nearly killed a pedestrian. Luckily there were no serious injuries. This experience gave me a whole new outlook on life...it was not a suicide attempt. It just happened. I feel horrible for what i had done, along with my friends and family. I had a lot going for me up until this point. This is the end of drugs for me, at least i can hope.
I have not taken drugs for 3 months up to this point. I think it was something emotional that set me off...i can not explain it. All of this occurs in the presence of ex-dealers/friends(if u want to call them that).
It began with 12 mg klonopin which we all know can disorient someone quite a bit. I had also consumed 9x 2mg xanax which were intended for resale. That being said, it didn't turn out as planned. I don't recall the exact time i had taken the 18 mg of xanax, and i sure as hell don't know why i did it...but it happened. This combo already had me feeling ridiculous, like i had no care in the world...and nothing to live for. That feeling is what really got me in trouble. The rest of the night was described to me in detail by the people i was with because of the major blackouts i was having the whole time. I would know what was going on, then the next minute..be in a whole different place. After i had consumed all of the benzos, i blacked out the first time, then awoke in a car with 2 people driving in the city of Camden intending to purchase drugs. As i awoke they were all passing around a blunt of PCP. With my judgement so impaired i proceeded to take big hits thinking i was god. The PCP just intensified everything i was feeling. It had me saying all kinds of wacked out shit, more so than i was already. At this point i felt I was invincible, i wanted more of whatever i could get my hands on. What happened next was so stupid i do not advise anyone in their right mind try this. This can be potentially lethal. On top of what i had already done, i asked the people i was with to purchase me two 20 bags of H. When the H was finally purchased, instantly i awoke(basically came out of a fucking coma) and without any care, decided to sniff both bags as fast as possible. Don't ask me how, or why i did this. I guess i was feeling pretty good, because after the first bag i do not remember anything whatsoever. I know we made it back to the house and proceeded to smoke 2 more blunts of PCP after this. Yet again, i do not advise anyone to do this. I did not know who i was, where i was, what i was doing.....i was completely dead to the world. I awoke the next morning on the floor in a random shitty house, near my home town. I was still out of my mind and attempted to drive home which was the biggest mistake of them all. As i was driving the NEXT MORNING i was still blacking out and just not in touch with anything. It all ended with me in the hospital because i had smashed into 3 parked cars, totalled my car, and nearly killed a pedestrian. Luckily there were no serious injuries. This experience gave me a whole new outlook on life...it was not a suicide attempt. It just happened. I feel horrible for what i had done, along with my friends and family. I had a lot going for me up until this point. This is the end of drugs for me, at least i can hope.
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as long as your alive man. like the other guy said it could have been a lot worse. take it easy and live life to the fullest with or without drugs.