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Your Crazy Life.....Tell us a story of a crazy experience youve had cuz of drugs

I've been pretty lucky and avoided trouble... but had two times i can think of that i had close calls (besides the many blacked out drunk nights of chaos after which i woke up with cuts, bruises, no memory, and many apologies to make to friends.... i try not to do that very much anymore)

First one is written out in a trip report from a while back:
http://www.bluelight.ru/vb/showthread.php?t=214906

The second happened in froshman year in college in 2001/2, I was high on HBWR and smoking weed at a dorm party. I went into a suite that was hotboxed. I was tripping kinda hard, but well over the peak. I smoked a bowl and talked with some people. As i got up to go, a cop blocked the doorway. One dude pushed his was past and ran off, and they got him and arrested him. Took my ID, told me to sit on the couch, and the other people in the suite barricaded themselves in one of the rooms. They were dumb enough to throw a bag of weed out the window. of course the cops saw them.

I got off after a lengthy internal college investigation, but it turns out what happened was that one guy in that suite shot a security guard with an airsoft rifle. What a fucking idiot!!! I hated those guys for doing something so freaking stupid.
 
^what the fuck? did the cop get shot in an incident before they turned up at the dorm or while shit was going down when they arrived? and what happened to the guy who was retarded enough to unload one on the cop?
 
^ let me clarify. The reason that the cops walked to that suite was due to the shooting incident that had just happened before i walked into the suite (I was completely unaware what had happened, and so even more confused because i was tripping). It was an "airsoft" rifle. Basically a bb-gun. But yeah, someone from that suite shot a security guard with it, so the cops were called. Usually the campus security would handle incidents, and they were there too, but the actual police were called becuase of the involvement of a gun.

I think the guys actually were allowed to graduate, but were permanently kicked off campus in terms of only being there for classes.

The guy who pushed his way past the cop and ran, to my knowledge was arrested. He was a "townie", someone from the area who wasn't enrolled in the college.

I was sitting on the couch with a guy i knew who was so drunk and high he basically was passed out the entire time. It was very confusing... sitting there next to a passed out guy and some cops and security guards taking our ids and deciding what to do, and telling us "yeah we arrested that guy".

OH SNAP!(hehe) I just remembered the coolest thing about the experience. Our Proctor came in (proctor is an RA, but a student, the voice of the dorm to the admin, and vice versa). She walked in and they said "do you smell the weed in here?", and she looked straight through the hazy room at them and said: "No, i don't smell anything and i want to know why you can keep these people here?" It was awesome. After that they said they'd basically just give it to the college to handle.
 
the drugs have totally made my life more interesting i used to be really boring not going anywhere really or hanging out with people and ever since i started weed i became way more outgoing. some of my friends have even said that i'm now the girl that everyone knows and sees and has some kind of weird story about lol.

i have a really good story about the last time my parents left. they told me they were going to be leaving for a long weekend on Wednesday night and they were leaving on Friday and wouldn't be back until Sunday night. Well I was already planning on going to another party so I figured i would just have an after party with a few of my friends. Well we pretty much invaded the top floor of an apartment building and the downstairs neighbors got mad a called the cops. i had a zip on me as well as ten hits of x and some various prescription pills and drinking underage in my friends apartment and in the apartment across the hall. We see the cops pull up from the balcony and everyone starts running down the stairs on both sides of the building. As I'm running behind one of my friends he turns around and pushes me up the stairs again and down the other side just as i see a cop. I run down the other side and just walk out and see one of my other friends and wave them over just as a cop walks past me and says hello. So me and my other friend dip out and drive down the street where we pick up two of our other friends. Then we drove straight to the liquor store and bought a bottle of vodka and a case. We start driving around in a tiny ass car through the fields drunk as shit chasing deer. In one of the fields we see a huge shed that looks abandoned so we stop and try to get inside but its locked so i nudge the car up against the door and my friends jumps on the hood and kicks the door off the hinges. After all that work we get inside and there is nothing inside it so we leave and drive to my house. When we get there there are already 20 people waiting for us to get back. Its like 2 in the morning now and all of us drunk as shit are going crazy smoking and drinking til 4 in the morning when my friend tried to drive away in my car and in fighting with him we knocked the car into reverse but we didnt notice so we thought that my piece of shit car was just fucked and we all went to bed for a few hours. When we woke up in the morning we smoke a whole zip and trying to fix the car before we realized it was only in reverse lol it was a crazy weekend
 
^yeah cars and drugs are generally a bad combination. i've taken keys from friends a few times in the past. one friend in particular was notorious for writing himself off with booze and weed to the point of slurring every word, making not much or any sense, then driving home - even from other friends homes which were 20 mins out of town.

yucatanboy2 said:
let me clarify.
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thanks for clearing that up, yucatanboy2.

moral of the story : if you're going to shoot a security guard on campus with an air rifle, don't get caught.
 
ChemicalSmiles said:
lmfao ^ ^ I can picture this....

One time my friend was fucking baked as shit and walked into a really clean glass sliding door at Dairy Queen. Just like a bird flys into a window... The staff about died laughing.... I made his ass go in there to get us both blizzards because I felt too high to order without laughing in there faces...
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Thats what its all about
 
PCP permanent damage.

Ok well i just wana tell a lil story to all the people that want to try pcp and don't even think about the dangers.

Well this kid John Frots well just call john during the story decided to do pcp for the first time. he snorted it and he did on cigarette dipped in it. He was fine untill he smoked half the cigarette. he then tripped out and went crazy he was in-front of a convientant store called bob's (place to be) he was going crazy Psychotic to be exact. cops were called cause he was throwing the outside table around breaking and scratching it. when the cops came he was pissed the cop tazed him and it didn't effect him at all he got very angry and started flipping out and fought the cop getting tazed 6 times and punching the cop untill bleeding profusely john then was finally tazed the last time and was dropped. there were then 3 cops there and a crowed of people surrounding them. john was taken to the hospital and when he had awoken he was still tripping and went crazy he started breaking shit throwing his hospital bed ripping out iv's smashing the tv. Etc. he was then shot with a tranqulizer. and sent to an anti- Psychotic room in a straght jacket, which was a 302 as john recalled we suppose? he was jailed for 4 years.

i met him a few days ago and was completely normal untill because he had taken medicine which really helps but not enough. he then smoked weed with me. he started crying out of nowhere rambeling on about nothing we coulden't even understand him the next day was horrid he would laugh at nothing out of nowhere then he would be getting mad out of nowhere this kinda creeped us out then his sister came and started saying your a fuckin weirdo you have to take medicine and shit and he flipped and was like YEA FUCK YOU you got her eyes and i got his yea this is straight dad for you! so fuck you and she was like call my parents now he needs his medicine(he didn't have it cause he didn't go home.) he said fuck you no no your gona makem put me ina 302! fuck you and shes like no there not gona do that then his parents arrived and he left and we thought thank god he is gone he is fuckin creepy.

HE CAME BACK!and we said why did you come back? and we got no responce. then i asked whyd you go down there and he said because they love me and i went down to showem some love and he started laughing really hard. we looked out the window and saw the car was still there? we were really confused. maybe he said no im not going with you? i went down to check it out and i walk over to the car and se the john must have a knife because he had stabbed his parents over 23 times both of them i was shocked and scrared shitless but i acted normal and went back up stairs acting like nothing happend to get a few friend out of there (where john was) they started flipping out and ran out the door screaming help! people called the cops and john put up another fight and is now jailed for life. what a fucking horror story huh? sad but very devistating to see. trust me. i just wanted to write this up about the horrible dangers of PCP.
 
Alprazolam8129 said:
Ok well i just wana tell a lil story to all the people that want to try pcp and don't even think about the dangers....
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Yo, im sorry to call you out , but this is some bullshit--I aint sayin u made it up, but just that I think u might of got some of the story confused or not had the entire story. Sure it happens, but somebody dont just go straight up schizo for the REST OF THEIR LIFE from doin dust ONCE. This post might get a little long, but u should try to give it a shot and read thru it if you can, becuz its important for ppl who dont understand why this story aint really possible to realize the truth behind this kinda shit, or otherwise the drug myths that sound just like this is gonna continue to get passed on. And its one thing for non drug users to spread that kinda garbage--but if you a drug user, you aint got no excuse for bein uneducated about it, and when u repeat these kinda story-myths, its only damaging the reputations of drugs and users.

heres the deal yo--People dont just try PCP one time, freak out, and then never come back from the freakout. They sure as hell freak out. and they sure as hell will get a little weird and strange if they keep abusing dust long-term and are frequent heavy users. BUT, to use ONCE, and end up like a longterm wet-head--that shit dont happen on its own. Theres always somethin else behind it.

And that "thing" could be a few things, buy my educated guess is this---that "john frots" had a mental illness that was latent. Its a word they use to describe a disease that aint come out yet--its just kinda layin, waiting for somethin to bring it out. It could be a bad drug reaction or some kind of traumatic thing that happen to the person, but its like one day the person normal, and then the shit goes down, and then all a sudden they full blown "crazy"-- the illness came out of nowhere, but it had been there all that time just not showin its face til now. That coulda been how your boy ended up that way--He had somethin goin on that hadnt been diagnosed and he didnt know about. then usin that much dust, caused a bad reaction and kinda pulled the trigger on the illness comin out and messin with his mind.

Im jus pointin this all out for the sake of keepin shit realistic. There is lots of drug myths that talks about people doin crazy shit n gettin permanently ruined in some way or another one from using a certain feared drug JUST ONE TIME....but it dont really happen like that too much in the real world. Most of the time, shit dont play out like the stories in a anti-drug Public Service Announcement. Your friend John, I really dont think he just smoked mad PCP, freaked out once and then got permanently stuck in the freak-out state. It just dont work like that 99% of the time. A bad reaction from ONE use CAN change a persons personality and attitude--for a while, months even.but there aint gonna be no permanent effects that is serious and significant. And once again...longtime users can definately show some weird kind of damage from usin so much pcp, it seems to have some strange effects on folks who overdo it, but that takes time and repeated use,it dont happen the first time, even if it is a high dose.

Another thing that mighta had a affect on him seemin so strange and different after this experience with freakin out on dust, is the time he spent in the psych ward, honestly. I aint sayin that it IS the reason, or that a mental illnes IS the reason, these are just theories, but they are educated guesses that could be very likely.

Anyways, they put pppl on MADDD drugs in there. A friend of mine was in there and he was totally sane, he got committed wrongly, but they had him on a LOT of shit. And he was totally chill and calm. so i bet if somebody go in there buggin the fuck out like "john" they gonna load em up on some SERIOUS heavy duty drugs. Over time, being on that type of shit will really take a toll on ur personality and brain function. Usually people on strong psych meds is described as bein like "zombies", they say Thorazine, which theres a good chance "john" was on since its used for his type of case sometimes, is a "chemical lobotomy." So im just saayin, these changes very likely coulda been from his time locked up on all these drugs, or a mental illness that got triggered by his freak out episode.

I hope that straighten it out a lil...Cuz seriously, your story maybe true as far as you know it, but it sound a little too much like some DARE propaganda to be 100% official. I aint sayin that the shit you hear of, the drug myths, cant be true sometimes. Sometimes people DO get fucked up and think they can fly and do stupid shit, sure. But in this case I am just sayin , the idea that your boy just got wet ONE time and then bugged out and was never the same again, sure as hell dont sound like the whole story to me. And becuz BL is here to be educational for folks and teach the truth I wanted to point that out so that yall get the big picture about stories like this. The point of this post is that we all hear about people who supposedly did this or that drug one time, and was never the same. Sometimes the stories is totally make up just urban legens. But other times a person DID use a drug and change alot--but the majority of times, it wasnt really just the drug that caused it. The drug mighta started off a chain of events--got the ball rollin, and then the shit that happened as a result of the drug experience is the REAL reason underneath all the changes that happened to this persons personality, etc.

So go on with your crazy life story tellin yall, sorry i had to interrupt with this long-ass post but for the folks that didnt know its important to keep em educated, BL is all about spreadin the TRUTH :)
 
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When I was on a suicidal meth comedown... 6 cops showed up and asked me to come with them to the emergency department at hospital. I told them I wouldn't, and if they forced me to, one of them will be seriously hurt. At that point I noticed them starting to circle me. One big cop stepped towards me and I said to him "if you touch me, we're gonna have a problem, you fucking pig!" He ignored me and reached out to grab my arm. I pulled back and smacked him in the face with my other hand. The other five pigs then jumped on me, knocking me to the ground. I kicked another in the stomach before they managed to grab my arms, cuff me, ankle-tie me, and carry me into the back of a patrol car. The whole time they kept saying "stop resisting, or you'll get hurt!"

There were at least several patrol cars outside on the street, lighting up the neighbourhood with their red and blue lights. While they were carrying me, I was cussing and struggling, and as they put me into the back of the car I gave one officer a final kick in the shoulder with both feet (which had been tied together). As they raced me the the hospital, I spat blood in the face of the cop sitting next to me and was forced to wear a spit hood for the next 8 hours in the emergency room before a shrink came to assess me and section me under the Mental Health Act. So I spent the next five days locked up in a high-security ward at the local psychiatric hospital. But I had bruises around my wrists and arms for weeks from those fucking cops.
 
I ended up following a black man who sold me brownies to a whore house at 1:30am on 4/20 when I was 17. They had all gone to sleep so we went to the local university dorms and banged the door of room 20 on the 4th floor.
 
I held up a pharmacy with a Burger King mask and butcher knife while dopesick for $100,000 (according to inflated ass police "street value") worth of narcotics (it was like 60 pill bottles, some open some not). Got arrested a month later because the driver got caught for something minor and ratted me out. Sat in jail for 4 months, went to trial, beat 2 charges (robbery, wearing a disguise during the comission of an offence) and had the rest withdrawn by the Crown attorney (breach probation x2, breach undertaking, utter threats). My bad...8)
 
lacey k said:
...heres the deal yo--People dont just try PCP one time, freak out, and then never come back from the freakout. They sure as hell freak out. and they sure as hell will get a little weird and strange if they keep abusing dust long-term and are frequent heavy users. BUT, to use ONCE, and end up like a longterm wet-head--that shit dont happen on its own. Theres always somethin else behind it.

And that "thing" could be a few things, buy my educated guess is this---that "john frots" had a mental illness that was latent.
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It is entirely possible that this John character did have a mental illness and that the PCP precipitated a psychotic episode. It is also possible that this John did not have a mental illness and may have taken some drug or any combination of drugs right before he saw Alprazolam8129 and his friends again. PCP could still be the only thing to blame here, though; we have no idea if he took anything before seeing his friends before the stabbing. I know that a lot of people here refuse to believe that drugs on their own can cause a person to act like this, but sadly that just is not the case. Keep in mind that drugs can induce temporary states of mind in mentally healthy individuals that are almost indiscernible from psychotic states seen in mental illness.

I'm not sure how helpful it is to claim that PCP cannot cause such things to happen on its own on a harm reduction forum. The only conclusion that can be drawn from this PCP John story is that we simply do not have enough information to know what really happened or if it is complete or partial bullshit.
 
graugeist said:
It is entirely possible that this John character did have a mental illness and that the PCP precipitated a psychotic episode. It is also possible that this John did not have a mental illness and may have taken some drug or any combination of drugs right before he saw Alprazolam8129 and his friends again. PCP could still be the only thing to blame here, though; we have no idea if he took anything before seeing his friends before the stabbing. I know that a lot of people here refuse to believe that drugs on their own can cause a person to act like this, but sadly that just is not the case. Keep in mind that drugs can induce temporary states of mind in mentally healthy individuals that are almost indiscernible from psychotic states seen in mental illness.

I'm not sure how helpful it is to claim that PCP cannot cause such things to happen on its own on a harm reduction forum. The only conclusion that can be drawn from this PCP John story is that we simply do not have enough information to know what really happened or if it is complete or partial bullshit.
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uhh i dunno man do you actually think that story is fully true? did you read it???

he had this CRAZY pcp experience now he's gotto take his "medicine" to fix him other wise he's not right, in fact he's a cold blooded murderer. Not a drug induced temporary state of mind like you say... this is permanent, he needs his "medicine" or ELSE

So in the beginning of the story the pcp turns him into superman he gets tazed 6 times then goes down on the 7th

later...days (at the least) after the whole pcp/cops incident - he doesnt take his medicine and goes crazy

alprazolam walked to the car to see that john "must have a knife" becuase he stabbed his parents 23 times.... yeah so he walked out to the car counted the stab wounds and decided...hmm john must have a knife, lemme go tell my friends.

now he's in jail for life


so you honestly think that half cigarette of pcp could be to blame? just turned him into a crazy murderer and if he didnt take his "medicine" he'd just snap days/weeks after?

this is some high school bull shit drug propaganda story

i know this is a harm reduction board but we are entitled to our opinion right? I think it's fuckin stupid to beleive a few puffs of pcp could do this lol.
 
Yeppa said:
So lemme get this straight, some kid who has no business in the hood goes there and gets assaulted, and you think it's funny? What exactly is funny about another human being getting stomped out for entertainment? Maybe I'd have to take lots of heroin to understand the hilarity of it, but I just don't see it. I bet that if one of your "boys" went into a white neighborhood and got jumped and stomped, you wouldn't either. Matter of fact, I bet you anything that if your friend were black, you'd be the first to be crying racism.

Now, your posts are hugely entertaining--you're articulate and the carefully-crafted hood slang is great fun to read. But you weren't there, you don't know what happened or why the poster was attacked, so why are you assuming you do. I remember a little while back you were claiming that Paterson H was the best, no where else could compare bla bla, and now look what happened--people are saying it fell off. I'm not saying you don't know your shit, but you're not the oracle of the hood.
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Lighten up there Yippy. The guy was laughing along with Lace about the whole sitch. When you picture it in your mind, it is sorta funny (in a junkie way).

Story-----Several years ago me, myself and I, along with my Bro went down to NYC (Crooklyn) to do some bizz. We'd dealt with these people before (street spot) but had never done weight. Anywho, we get into the hood and park a couple blocks away from where we are supposed to be. I've got cash in my pocket to the tune of a few g's. We arrive at the place and dude tells us to follow him into the building. We do and climb up a flight of steps. As we do so, another dude joins the club. Up another flight and another dude. I look over at my bro with a look of Hmmmmm? this ain't lookin all that good. Up another flight and another dude! Now I'm looking at Bro with that resignation look of "well, can't exactly turn back now, so whatever happens is gona happen." The original dude smirks and says no worry Ka-pah-soooo. We continue along untill we open a door and we're up on the roof of said building. Bro and I are resigned to the fact that we're prolly gonna lose the loot and hopefully not gona have to learn to fly anytime soon? We stop, they ask to see said loot. I ask to see said deisel, to which they break out a brown paper bag loaded with bricks. I pull out one, unwrap the Spanish porno covering, yank a stamp and open it with a fingernail. Looks and smells fine. I hand over the dosh, they count it and escort us back down the stairs to the street. Head G tells two of the dudes to walk back to the car with us. We get with in a block of the parking spot and they say ok this is it. Bro and I look at each other and are like shit, I though we'd made it, but now at least wew got a chance. (two against two and no roof to get thrown off) We look at them and they say we can't go any further because that block (where the cars parked) isn't ours. We both laugh and say no worries and see ya again. As we jump into the ride and slide away, we're both laughing (that shaking off the nerves laugh) and saying wow! I though we were meat. I would have prolly ripped my own self off under the same circumstances! But they wanted the bizz and wanted the return bizz, so they took good care of us.
 
corkraver said:
This happened like two months ago but I was sitting at home and i get a call from my buddy and he told me he needed a ride to Paterson, a nearby city, for some H. I, being white (not to incite racism or promote it, but this is a legitimate fear), was nervous about going into Paterson with just him. He finally convinced me to drive him. So like after 10 minutes we pull into Paterson and drive around and he is looking for his guy to cop a few bags.

I stop for a red light and 4 black men walk up to the car. I could have gone in reverse but I didn't think of that at the time. I locked the doors. They tapped the windows a few times trying to get my attention. I told my friend not to roll down the window. But before the light turned green (There was a car ahead of us by the way) one of the guys said "Yo man roll it down, I got some horse" And my friend, who was dumb enough to listen, rolled down the window and the guy reached in and unlocked the doors, and pulled him out. I was too busy watching the whole scene with him that I forgot about the other three guys by my window. Since the car was now unlocked they grabbed me out also. I got stomped and kicked for what seemed like hours. They yelled and laughed. And ran.

Soon enough a squad car showed up because someone phoned it in. The police called for an ambulance. We were taken to the ER. I had two broken ribs. Broken wrist. And a concussion. My friend was stabbed but it wasn't serious.

When we got released from the hospital, he asked me if I would take him to another place to score..
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I dont understand why you got beat up? Car jacking?
 
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