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your benzo amnesia stories..

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there was a thread started a-while back and the stories were amusing.
so what kinda things have ya done that someother people had to tell ya about the next day
where have you ended up?
 
In debt.
I got a speeding ticket while under the influence of about 6mg of xanax. I never knew I had even gotten the ticket (lost it somehow...) until I got a letter in the mail a couple months later with a $300 fine for not appearing in court or paying on time plus the $150 speeding ticket.
I thought it was a mistake and out of fear of looking like a dumbass I eventually found the ticket in my car and paid it. Just glad I found the thing before I tried to fight it in court.
 
Took 5mg of Klonopin, got into a fight (long story, mostly my smartass Italian friends fault), broke my nose and got a concusion. Don't remeber much of anything after getting back to the condo, woke up with 6 towels covered in blood next to the sofa. Not sure which caused more amnesia, the k-pins or the concusion.
 
3 mg Xanax, Woke up at 4:00 am with cigarette ashes all over my room/self, the lights on, and found a ticket stub for "How High" =) Funny cuz I was at my Parents house, dont smoke (occasionally) and Dont like crappy movies.
 
Well now I've already told parts of this before, but man it was one crazy week!
Me and some friends got a hold of a 200 pill bottle of ativan .25mg. I'll just mention a Few of the crazy things that happened.
I went to work and was apparently talking to a grasshopper at a store meeting.
We all took a high dosage of Dxm and supposedly my friend was pointing at the lights on the wall that didn't exist.
We performed a "recreation" of elizabeth bathory deaths that we didn't find out about until we saw the pictures.
Ah it was just a crazy week, I can't possibly tell the whole story (or remember it).
 
Took some ativan (i think 2mg) and smoked alot of weed...next day I watched a movie we watched that night and couldn't remember anything from it, i seriously probabbly remember the first 10 minutes and the last 10...everything i saw in between i had no recolection of ever seeing before in my life, made me think about it a little...
-Steve
 
The first time I ever took Klonopin, I ate 3 2mg pills at once and went to work. I deal a card game at a casino for a living. Anyways, I don't remember what happened for that 8 hours.
Afterwards, I guess some people I work with wanted to go to a bar, so I ate 2 more k-pins and had a plethora of drinks during the course of about an hour and a half. I hear I fell down quite a few times while shooting pool with my supervisor as another two supervisors watched disapprovingly.
To make a long, well... a short story short because I don't remember shit, I had to drive over an hour back to my house from the bar in the middle of the night. I think I made it home alright......
 
im at Mardi Gras in New Orleans this year, and been up for 48 hours casue of some meth. I take 2mg ativan every 3hours to keep myself going, and my discretion to a minimum. after about 12 hours and 10mg ativan, apparently i hopped in a cab, went back to my hotel, and slept in the hallway, after my friend dragged me out of the cab. this was about 4am. at 9am, the maids find me,and take me to my room, asking my room mate if i belong there, and thankfully he says yeah. i wake up at 4pm wondering wtf happneed from teh cab ride to bed, and start doing it all again at right that moment :)
 
5mg of xanax, just picked a tighly packed 20 sack and was packing bowl after bowl in the car. Eventually, I was about to begin packing I think my 6th bowl and said this, "Fuck this, man! I'm fucking through with this god damned effort!" and ate almost the entire bag raw. Smoked more at my friend Adam's house (I don't remember ever being there that night, man) and the next morning I had NO IDEA where all of my herb went. There was one nuggie left... I doubt that thing could've past for half a nick... hehe
 
7mg Xanax combined with 250mg codeine + a little bit of alcohol = no memory of the night! Luckily I was at home hanging out with a few friends, apparently I kicked them out of the house around 2am because I wanted to go to bed, although I have no recollection of doing so. They still give me crap about that to this day........ I guess benzo's can make you quite belligerant!
 
^^^the best one yet !! ..keep'm comin PEOPLE!!...what about you mods...ya'll have to have some stories too!!
 
Well I ordered about 10grams of raw powdered valium through an over seas chem company. Anyways, me not being to bright; I invited a bunch of friends over for a Valium Party(TM). All I recall was starting a bonfire in my backyard as my usual parties start, greeting, and supplying all of my guests with well over 100mg bumps.
[yes I knew the average recreational dosage and I also knew the leathel dosage but what the hell? I had a shit load]
The next thing I knew I was laying next to my girl in my sisters bed drooling a good inch radius puddle on her pillow. Long story short: I found a pair of NICE :) silk pink panties in my front yard next to my list of friends phone numbers (that never leaves my wallet). Also I was given a lecture by my parents as to make sure my guests dont drink so much that they ALL pass out on the ground!
Still don't know whos panties those were.
 
Three Vicoden + 6 shots of Jagur + 4 lines of coke + wine + beer
Was at a club told 3 of my closet friends they were in the KKK and wanted to lynch me because I was black... went to a different room in the club climbed on the bar took my top off and annoced to ever one my tits were the best there while dancing to ("Pore Some Suger On me")..almost got arrested 4 that got kicked out of the club..Drove home(I know stupid)could not get into my apatrment(why not sure)so I drove my car underneth my window (I lived on 2nd floor) got out of my car got on top of it ran off of the hood and attemped to catapolt myself into my window....Did not make it...feel down to the concret and got hurt..BF lets me in I then tell him he does not love me unless he lets me give him head (apprantly I was crying and would not stop until he let me) then crawled into the shower and slept until next day...
I have no memory of this just a little blurry vision of me being in pain on the ground after the jump.....
To this day my friends do not let me live this shit down..but reading it man I was FUCKED UP!!!
 
Apparently after 6mg xanax and some drinks I started demanding weed. Ended up being sent to a dealers room where I just sorta chilled and was smoking weed, then my friend found me just in time for me to vomit.
Apparently I stoped at friends appartment on my way back (and they all thought I was going to die) babbled at them. Woke up in the morning with no knowledge of this.
One of my friends (the people xanaxed up with him well aware of the memory loss capabilities) woke up duct taped to his couch with no memory of how or why this had happened.
While not an amnesia story once on a bunch of meth a good bit of xanax and alot to drink I am going home from a party and feeling very friendly (in an e like manner). Get to the bus stop where I keep telling these two ghetto looking dudes that I want to chat with them. They just laugh at me and then when another guy comes up to talk with me they just laugh and keep saying things like "**** ." Probably trying to freak me out, but with that many anxyolytic agents in my body the devil himself couldn't have freaked me out.
 
after doing a couple bong hits, taking vicodin and drinking a shitload, my friend found me in the hallway of the dorm with my arms spread out, my feet together, moving side to side. he asked me what i was doing and i said "look at the waves! i'm surfing." basically, i was in the middle of the hallway surfing... on the carpet. ridiculous.
 
40mg of OC and I think like 10mg of xanx made me run(more like stumble) to the local McDonalds at 3 in the morning, and everything after that was told to me. I guess I somehow broke the drive-thru window thing, actually got in the store, and stole a whole box of pickles. Then, climbed in a tree and yelled at cars as they went by. Apparently I had to dragged home and I slept for like 21 hours. WOW. Still haven't found out what I did with those pickles!
 
I was at mardi gras this year, had been up for about 48 cause of some meth, and was taking 2mg ativan every 3-4 hours to make my drinking more fun. i got in the cab with my friend, and thats the last thing i remember.. apparently he had to drag me out of the cab, cause i just wanted to stay in there and sleep. he lost track of me somehow, and at 9am, the maid found me sleeping in the hallway, and returned me to my room, and when i woke up in bed, i didnt know how id got there, i just assumed id got there on my own.. but according to my friends, it didnt work that way.
 
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