Your Crazy Life.....Tell us a story of a crazy experience youve had cuz of drugs
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RobotRipping
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@OP: thanks for this thread, it's cool that i live in the area that you talk about in your story. I've wondered how things work around here exactly, it's not very fucking organized IMO and there's no street market i know of, yet it's a port city (hfx) where there is no doubt a fuck load of drugs going in and out every day. Dilaudid is still everywhere if you know the right people but it's sketchy as fuck. I would only get it occasionally through someone else so as to not deal with the massive junkies and ex cons who were selling it themselves. I ended up crossing paths with these people through my benzo addiction but everything seems so hidden here, and very little police presence. Yet when you finally meet the right person they have insane connections for drugs. Hydromorphs go for pretty fucking cheap around here and i dont even think any pharmacies carry them anymore. Something seems messed up with the whole picture, i'd love to hear about how it all works but i know that is sensitive info.
as for benzo blackouts: there are still passwords to things ill never remember due to my benzo use but sometimes i can sort of remember a bit of something and go trial and error and figure one out. Thankfully i can reset my passwords but maybe the numbers will come to you at some point.
as for benzo blackouts: there are still passwords to things ill never remember due to my benzo use but sometimes i can sort of remember a bit of something and go trial and error and figure one out. Thankfully i can reset my passwords but maybe the numbers will come to you at some point.
Druidus
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Nah, I don't plan on any of that, anymore. I'm trying to go to university right now, toward the eventual goal of becoming a psychiatrist.
Seyer
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Finally found this thread.
Merged.
Merged.
phenethylo J
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This happened around 7 years ago back when I was into coke. Me and my friend were doing lines in his living room when we hear a knock at the door. It was a coke dealer with more coke but we didn't call anybody or even know the guy. It turned out he got the wrong house. For some reason my friend decided to let him have a line of our stuff which he loudly snorted and left shortly after. At the time my friend was living with his aunt who was right in the other room. Even though she knew what we did and even joined in on occasion she would of flipped out if she knew we let some random dealer we didn't even know snort drugs in her living room.
HeadphonesandLSD
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Hah, loved the story about those safes begin buried in the woods. Hope you someday remember the codes! At the very least you should get the safely opened at some point, it would suck if some random dude found them and tried to open them.
I'll add one more;
Last year my friend turned 30 years old and we decided to celebrate in a local bar. At the time he'd developed a little bit of a coke habit, and I wasn't one to turn down free coke either.
So we were sneaking off to the bathroom and doing lines in there.
A few hours into the night we were sitting at our table when one of the bouncers came over and sat down with us. We were just bullshitting and having a good time when the bouncer tells my friend;
Bouncer: "You know, since it's your birthday and all I'll let you do whatever you want in here tonight."
My friend: "Anything I want huh?"
Bouncer: "Sure, just don't start no fights or nothing!"
My friend, with the biggest shit eating grin I've ever seen pulls out his bag of coke, dumps a bunch on the table, and rails himself a "gangster line" right in front of everyone. Obviously the bouncer was lying when he said "anything" because next thing I know he's got my friend by the arm escorting him out of the place. My friend got kicked out for life and I was told to leave for the night.
Good times man, good times. :D
I'll add one more;
Last year my friend turned 30 years old and we decided to celebrate in a local bar. At the time he'd developed a little bit of a coke habit, and I wasn't one to turn down free coke either.
So we were sneaking off to the bathroom and doing lines in there.A few hours into the night we were sitting at our table when one of the bouncers came over and sat down with us. We were just bullshitting and having a good time when the bouncer tells my friend;
Bouncer: "You know, since it's your birthday and all I'll let you do whatever you want in here tonight."
My friend: "Anything I want huh?"
Bouncer: "Sure, just don't start no fights or nothing!"
My friend, with the biggest shit eating grin I've ever seen pulls out his bag of coke, dumps a bunch on the table, and rails himself a "gangster line" right in front of everyone. Obviously the bouncer was lying when he said "anything" because next thing I know he's got my friend by the arm escorting him out of the place. My friend got kicked out for life and I was told to leave for the night.
Good times man, good times. :D
ShroomBoom321
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Hah, loved the story about those safes begin buried in the woods. Hope you someday remember the codes! At the very least you should get the safely opened at some point, it would suck if some random dude found them and tried to open them.
I'll add one more;
Last year my friend turned 30 years old and we decided to celebrate in a local bar. At the time he'd developed a little bit of a coke habit, and I wasn't one to turn down free coke either.
A few hours into the night we were sitting at our table when one of the bouncers came over and sat down with us. We were just bullshitting and having a good time when the bouncer tells my friend;
Bouncer: "You know, since it's your birthday and all I'll let you do whatever you want in here tonight."
My friend: "Anything I want huh?"
Bouncer: "Sure, just don't start no fights or nothing!"
My friend, with the biggest shit eating grin I've ever seen pulls out his bag of coke, dumps a bunch on the table, and rails himself a "gangster line" right in front of everyone. Obviously the bouncer was lying when he said "anything" because next thing I know he's got my friend by the arm escorting him out of the place. My friend got kicked out for life and I was told to leave for the night.
Good times man, good times. :D
Lmao....thats pretty funny.
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Should have offered the bouncer a couple lines. Why do you think he was being so nice...rookie error haha
First time I ever did coke was in this house with a fiend n he lived with this chick that had just got out of the can. Anyway it was a good night and she was a cool chick but fucking crazy. About a month later I see this chick on the news for murder. Driving drunk and high as fuck and ended getting in an argument and running over some poor cunt on the sidewalk and killing them. She's in the pen now for min 20/25 yrs. I knew she was fucking crazy just a fucked up vibe.
In the same house I came across this romper stomper dude with swazticas tattooed on his temples and between his eyes he was a freaky fuck too, not sure if he killed anyone but he was a weirdo for sure.
Not long after my mate moved out haha
First time I ever did coke was in this house with a fiend n he lived with this chick that had just got out of the can. Anyway it was a good night and she was a cool chick but fucking crazy. About a month later I see this chick on the news for murder. Driving drunk and high as fuck and ended getting in an argument and running over some poor cunt on the sidewalk and killing them. She's in the pen now for min 20/25 yrs. I knew she was fucking crazy just a fucked up vibe.
In the same house I came across this romper stomper dude with swazticas tattooed on his temples and between his eyes he was a freaky fuck too, not sure if he killed anyone but he was a weirdo for sure.
Not long after my mate moved out haha
GingerG
Greenlighter
Theres no way id know so many crazy people if it wasnt for drugs. Heres one of my stories.
Complete utter despair, crushing, crippling, sickening pain. I try, oh Jesus Christ I tried. Two weeks clean but mothers day just broke me. My heart hurts so much. I blasted my music but hearing songs of heroin just threw me deeper… Before I knew I was dressed and getting off the bus at Brick Lane, turning down passed the Indian sweet shop to meet D at the flats behind.
My feet scuffing around, as I pace back and forth, I ring him
“Two minutes, 3 dub 5 brown right? Cool, cool”
10 minutes later he finally arrives, spits the little baggies of crack and heroin tightly wrapped in blue and white carrier bags. I put them straight into my mouth and rush off, ready to swallow them at any sight of an old bill.
Nobody’s answering their phones, I can’t wait til I get home for a dig. I walk passed Nancys steps on London bridge, could I? No. I get to the other side of the bridge, jump over the gate, down the stairs and into a hole in the side of the bridge that was once covered by a grate. I slept here once. The waves are so loud, it’s so windy cooking up is a nightmare. I cook the brown, the spoon blackening, slip the White in and crush it with the arse end of the syringe, little more heat before I suck it up. I briefly look up at the bridge, all the business men rushing passed, the normal people. I hope they can’t see me too, cos I’ve lost all my veins and I’ve got to go in the old pound coin, groin. I struggle a little, it’s quite dark, but then I get it and then I taste it in the back of my throat before the rush hits me. God I fucking love this. My heart pumping, racing but my eyes slowly trying to close, to gouch, here below all the normal people. I always leave a ml or so of blood in the pin, I like to draw with it. I write my name with the linctus of my pain upon the wall before I slowly gouch out against the wall.
I awake to my phone ringing, a friend I’d tried ringing earlier was returning my call. He had done something he shouldn’t have, escaped from detox with the cash box and was desperate to score with his new girlfriend he had met there. (I didn’t know he was in detox but it was by force from probation for an armed robbery. Long story) To cut a long story short we scored and ended up back at his flat where we found his brother in a state of acute withdrawal. We all cooked up, I went in the bathroom as I didn’t want to get my bits out. I spent a while in there, it’s hard to get a vein sometimes. But when I got out I found Joe, my recently detoxed friend, unconcious in the hallway. I started trying to sit him up, slapping him, shouting for help, no reply… I looking forward into the bedroom to see his new girl Amy and brother in the same state. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I rush around trying to put them in the recovery position but everytime I got one like it one of the others would move. I lost my temper and screamed at Joe that his brother and Amy were dying and he started coming around. My phone was dead by now, nobody else had one. Bit Joe was starting to help, he got his brother starting to come around but himself kept gouching and I had to keep kicking him. I sent him out in search of a phone. Then Amy let out an ungodly gargle and started convulsing, her hand tightening, throwing herself around. I held her so tight to try and stop her hurting herself, checking her breathing. An ambulance eventually arrived, last I heard she was still unconcious. Joe banged her up, never taken heroin before, poor girl. The other two are ok. I haven’t touched the rest of my drugs, I’m sitting here staring at them. I’ve done so many drugs. I done twice as much as them, I’m going to end up dead. If I had gone over we all would have died… I haven’t got a death wish but I also don’t want to give up…
Yeah, dont advertise your blog on Bluelight please.
Complete utter despair, crushing, crippling, sickening pain. I try, oh Jesus Christ I tried. Two weeks clean but mothers day just broke me. My heart hurts so much. I blasted my music but hearing songs of heroin just threw me deeper… Before I knew I was dressed and getting off the bus at Brick Lane, turning down passed the Indian sweet shop to meet D at the flats behind.
My feet scuffing around, as I pace back and forth, I ring him
“Two minutes, 3 dub 5 brown right? Cool, cool”
10 minutes later he finally arrives, spits the little baggies of crack and heroin tightly wrapped in blue and white carrier bags. I put them straight into my mouth and rush off, ready to swallow them at any sight of an old bill.
Nobody’s answering their phones, I can’t wait til I get home for a dig. I walk passed Nancys steps on London bridge, could I? No. I get to the other side of the bridge, jump over the gate, down the stairs and into a hole in the side of the bridge that was once covered by a grate. I slept here once. The waves are so loud, it’s so windy cooking up is a nightmare. I cook the brown, the spoon blackening, slip the White in and crush it with the arse end of the syringe, little more heat before I suck it up. I briefly look up at the bridge, all the business men rushing passed, the normal people. I hope they can’t see me too, cos I’ve lost all my veins and I’ve got to go in the old pound coin, groin. I struggle a little, it’s quite dark, but then I get it and then I taste it in the back of my throat before the rush hits me. God I fucking love this. My heart pumping, racing but my eyes slowly trying to close, to gouch, here below all the normal people. I always leave a ml or so of blood in the pin, I like to draw with it. I write my name with the linctus of my pain upon the wall before I slowly gouch out against the wall.
I awake to my phone ringing, a friend I’d tried ringing earlier was returning my call. He had done something he shouldn’t have, escaped from detox with the cash box and was desperate to score with his new girlfriend he had met there. (I didn’t know he was in detox but it was by force from probation for an armed robbery. Long story) To cut a long story short we scored and ended up back at his flat where we found his brother in a state of acute withdrawal. We all cooked up, I went in the bathroom as I didn’t want to get my bits out. I spent a while in there, it’s hard to get a vein sometimes. But when I got out I found Joe, my recently detoxed friend, unconcious in the hallway. I started trying to sit him up, slapping him, shouting for help, no reply… I looking forward into the bedroom to see his new girl Amy and brother in the same state. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I rush around trying to put them in the recovery position but everytime I got one like it one of the others would move. I lost my temper and screamed at Joe that his brother and Amy were dying and he started coming around. My phone was dead by now, nobody else had one. Bit Joe was starting to help, he got his brother starting to come around but himself kept gouching and I had to keep kicking him. I sent him out in search of a phone. Then Amy let out an ungodly gargle and started convulsing, her hand tightening, throwing herself around. I held her so tight to try and stop her hurting herself, checking her breathing. An ambulance eventually arrived, last I heard she was still unconcious. Joe banged her up, never taken heroin before, poor girl. The other two are ok. I haven’t touched the rest of my drugs, I’m sitting here staring at them. I’ve done so many drugs. I done twice as much as them, I’m going to end up dead. If I had gone over we all would have died… I haven’t got a death wish but I also don’t want to give up…
Yeah, dont advertise your blog on Bluelight please.
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thugpassion
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That story about all the "safes containing drugs" w/ " thermite booby traps"....um okay. and then this guy you know just puts you in buisness and you make half a mil in two years....um okay sure. Then you said you never raised the cops suspisions ever, even after you were moving scareface quanity, but at the end you say oh and by that time I had a warrent and blah blah blah. You sound like you took little parts from evrything from breaking bad to every other drug movie and then wrote a story that is unbelieavable.
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Frydea
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ok i got one lol. senior year i only had 4 classes as opposed to the normal 6, so i got to leave after lunch. sometimes i would pop an E pill 3rd or 4th period and then hang out with my friends at lunch and then go home. so i did that one day, and my 4th period was almost over. suddenly the principal comes on the loudspeaker and says that the school is now to go to lockdown, and that this is not a test etc. at first everyone was kinda like wtf but we still thought it was just a test, even my teacher was saying it was. keep in mind at this point im starting to roll balls. its a class of 25-30 id say, and only 2 knew i was rolling. so the principal comes on the loudspeaker again and repeats that its not a test. so were chillin in there a few minutes and we turn on the tv. the news is fucking outside of our school, and apparently one of our police officers got shot right outside! people started trippin lol but it was actually sort of exciting to be in that situation rolling. i remember these girls that sat next to me that probably barely knew what E was much less that i was on it were all like "guys if we all die today its ok because we love each other!" and shit like that. little did they know i was rolling balls so i was just like "ya i love you guys too!!" lol it was ridiculous. i also saw some quiet girl in the class listening to her ipod and shuffling so i went up to her and was just like ...do you go to raves...do you roll...IM ROLLING RIGHT NOW! ahaha i ended up selling stuff to her later in the year but thats another story. trippiest part though was the SWAT team came looking for the guy that shot the cop in every classroom in the school, came into our class with huge guns pointed out, that was definitely a trip to see while rolling. turns out the dickhead cop shot himself though to get time off.
Woodsong
Bluelighter
Buddy of mine comes to my apartment one evening last year with a stack of like a hundred blister packs of some foreign, off-brand Xanax bars... (For which he later ended up in jail with attempt to distribute, a felony possession and numerous traffic charges.)
I bought three packs (30 bars) with the intention of it lasting me at least a few days, and that's the last thing I remember. Woke up the next day laying in the middle of the floor, several hours late for work. Had two black eyes, a huge gash across my left shin, weird puncture wounds on both my big toes ... my apartment's in shambles, one of the doors to my bathroom cabinet had been removed with a screwdriver for some reason and my computer is sitting on my desk scattered in a million pieces. Not even any Xanax left to take the edge off the horror of what a downward spiral my life had taken, lol... Probably the biggest blackout I ever had.
At least all my Subutex were still there, that was the important thing.
Typical stupid shit.
I bought three packs (30 bars) with the intention of it lasting me at least a few days, and that's the last thing I remember. Woke up the next day laying in the middle of the floor, several hours late for work. Had two black eyes, a huge gash across my left shin, weird puncture wounds on both my big toes ... my apartment's in shambles, one of the doors to my bathroom cabinet had been removed with a screwdriver for some reason and my computer is sitting on my desk scattered in a million pieces. Not even any Xanax left to take the edge off the horror of what a downward spiral my life had taken, lol... Probably the biggest blackout I ever had.
At least all my Subutex were still there, that was the important thing.
Typical stupid shit.
Jean-Paul
Bluelighter
hmm. there was that time i fell out in a park bathroom and woke up to this crazy stripper i was with punching me in the face screaming YOU'RE FAKING IT! STOP IT! and i woke up as this guy was dragging her off of me, on a sidewalk in the rain.
then there was that time i took 8 hits of acid and then tried to hang out with this loser but he kept walking me around while it was too hot out and i had been up all night and sand bags were alligators and sticks were snakes and the only relief was the beatles in my ipod which made everything happy. until i was glued to his floor for 3 hours, sweating, unable to move except to change songs on my ipod. then woke up feeling like the worst shit ever and thought i would fucking die walking back home. ate a bunch of frozen blue berries without defrosting them, stained a bunch of bedding blue, and slept for about two days straight
then there was that time i took 8 hits of acid and then tried to hang out with this loser but he kept walking me around while it was too hot out and i had been up all night and sand bags were alligators and sticks were snakes and the only relief was the beatles in my ipod which made everything happy. until i was glued to his floor for 3 hours, sweating, unable to move except to change songs on my ipod. then woke up feeling like the worst shit ever and thought i would fucking die walking back home. ate a bunch of frozen blue berries without defrosting them, stained a bunch of bedding blue, and slept for about two days straight
xstayfadedx
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How bad did she fuck up your face?
Ok, so last summer I went to a beach on a pond near my house. Rode my bike because I didn't feel like paying to park. Got to the beach, went into the woods to change from my shorts into my bathing suit and smoked a couple of bowls of weed, took a dip in the water and saw the beach was a mess, and cleaned up a bunch of burnt beer cans and threw them away, cleaned a bunch of garbage up and got all happy when I found a dollar, took another swim and back into the woods to smoke some more weed and change back into my dry shorts.
Hopped on my bike to ride home, the road I rode home on runs adjacent to an Air Force base. From the road I could see Air Force One parked about 100 yards or so away (president was on vacation). Well it's not every day you see Air Force One just sitting there, so I pulled out my phone and snapped a few pictures. I was pressing my phone upto the fence, and just as I was turning to head back to my bike and SUV that just passed backed up and a uniformed Secret Service agent gets out and yells for me to keep moving. I sarcastically snapped back, "yeah, OK" as I was picking up my bike as I was ready to head home anyway. He apparently didn't like my attitude. And called me over and asked for my ID. I didn't have my wallet, was stoned and had a bag of weed (and he's a fed, would be more than the unenforceable $100 fine) and didn't feel like being hassled. Realizing he'd have to drive like 5 miles to get around the fence to get where I was, I flipped him off and rode away.
Hopped on my bike to ride home, the road I rode home on runs adjacent to an Air Force base. From the road I could see Air Force One parked about 100 yards or so away (president was on vacation). Well it's not every day you see Air Force One just sitting there, so I pulled out my phone and snapped a few pictures. I was pressing my phone upto the fence, and just as I was turning to head back to my bike and SUV that just passed backed up and a uniformed Secret Service agent gets out and yells for me to keep moving. I sarcastically snapped back, "yeah, OK" as I was picking up my bike as I was ready to head home anyway. He apparently didn't like my attitude. And called me over and asked for my ID. I didn't have my wallet, was stoned and had a bag of weed (and he's a fed, would be more than the unenforceable $100 fine) and didn't feel like being hassled. Realizing he'd have to drive like 5 miles to get around the fence to get where I was, I flipped him off and rode away.
AcidRAEn
Bluelighter
The first time I ever ate mushrooms I was with my best friend on a piece of property that belonged to my family. It was so long ago I can't remember if we split an 8th or if we had our own bags. We ate the mushies, walked around and smoked some weed. Two hours later we still didn't feel anything. Being new to the drug scene we thought we had been ripped off so we got into my truck and started the drive home.
Not even a half mile down the road I saw my friend's sun visor start to melt out of the corner of my eye. The logical choice would have been to turn around and go back to the property but somehow it just wasn't an option. We went to an independently owned gas station on the outskirts of town and tackled the daunting task of pumping gas. Within minutes there was a line behind us waiting as we giggled. We had to pull away from the pump and wait for the line to dissipate. As we were waiting a local sketch couple that lurks around town showed up. The man is a tall, super dirty version of Ron Jeremy and his wife who is a trollish character, they are both registered sexual offenders. At this point I totally lose my shit, I'm cracking up and POINTING at them while they stare right at me.
We finally ended up pumping gas and my friend volunteered to go inside to pay. The owner has over 20 cats that he has rescued and my friend kind of bugged out with all those eyes staring at her. As we get ready to pull away a few of our friends who had sold us the sh rooms pulled up to the opposite pump..they started to ask why we werent tripping when they saw our pupils. One of them laughed at us and the other two had horrified expressions.
"Try not to die" is the last thing we heard as we drove away to finish our journey...still laughing.
The end.
Not even a half mile down the road I saw my friend's sun visor start to melt out of the corner of my eye. The logical choice would have been to turn around and go back to the property but somehow it just wasn't an option. We went to an independently owned gas station on the outskirts of town and tackled the daunting task of pumping gas. Within minutes there was a line behind us waiting as we giggled. We had to pull away from the pump and wait for the line to dissipate. As we were waiting a local sketch couple that lurks around town showed up. The man is a tall, super dirty version of Ron Jeremy and his wife who is a trollish character, they are both registered sexual offenders. At this point I totally lose my shit, I'm cracking up and POINTING at them while they stare right at me.
We finally ended up pumping gas and my friend volunteered to go inside to pay. The owner has over 20 cats that he has rescued and my friend kind of bugged out with all those eyes staring at her. As we get ready to pull away a few of our friends who had sold us the sh rooms pulled up to the opposite pump..they started to ask why we werent tripping when they saw our pupils. One of them laughed at us and the other two had horrified expressions.
"Try not to die" is the last thing we heard as we drove away to finish our journey...still laughing.
The end.
AcidRAEn
Bluelighter
Then there was the time we were on a D&D and scared the shit out of a bear.
TheRapperGoneBad
Bluelighter
Alright lets give this a whirl...
I was at nocturnal wonderland a year or so back with my two brothers and we each ate an 8th of mushrooms.
we are all tripping lovin the music and Calis beautiful plur life style.
we get to the point we are frying so hard we decide enough music and that it was time to find a nice grassy spot to sit next to some nice led set ups.
I laughed in amazement how people were smoking openly till the cops/ security would walk threw the crowd only to have them start smoking again the second the cops passed.
then three strippers with the fatest asses I have ever seen just walk infront of the three of us and hang out right by us. Im frying tits at this point.
They had leg wraps on and that was about it, im talkin ass the size of my chest booty and just start shaking and poppin it right infront of us. To this day I can see those three booties lol
I was at nocturnal wonderland a year or so back with my two brothers and we each ate an 8th of mushrooms.
we are all tripping lovin the music and Calis beautiful plur life style.
we get to the point we are frying so hard we decide enough music and that it was time to find a nice grassy spot to sit next to some nice led set ups.
I laughed in amazement how people were smoking openly till the cops/ security would walk threw the crowd only to have them start smoking again the second the cops passed.
then three strippers with the fatest asses I have ever seen just walk infront of the three of us and hang out right by us. Im frying tits at this point.
They had leg wraps on and that was about it, im talkin ass the size of my chest booty and just start shaking and poppin it right infront of us. To this day I can see those three booties lol
Jabberwocky
Frumious Bandersnatch
Back when I was 19, I was in the process of taking an education.
I had a really hard time catching the bus to school and therefore I was often delayed to class.
This one day I didnt catch the bus and there was half an hour to the next one would arrive.
I suddenly got a pretty stong urge to go to the bathroom and didnt know where to find a toilet, didnt want to hold it in either.
I knew that there was a police station right around the corner.
So I walked in there (with a bag of coke in my pocket) and asked if I could use their toilet - no problem.
I went in, did my thing, and then I thought about the coke.
Doing coke inside a police station? Well, why not.
So I did 2 lines of coke and walked out with a smile on my face as I passed by 10-20 cops.
I finally reached my classroom, one hour late and sat through the rest of the class.
Afterwards, my teacher came up to me, put her hand on my shoulder and said that it was nice to see me in a good mood for once (I had/have problems with depression and anxiety so I was not the most outgoing or happy person in general)
To this day, that story still puts a smile on my face ´cause its just so silly in so many ways....
I had a really hard time catching the bus to school and therefore I was often delayed to class.
This one day I didnt catch the bus and there was half an hour to the next one would arrive.
I suddenly got a pretty stong urge to go to the bathroom and didnt know where to find a toilet, didnt want to hold it in either.
I knew that there was a police station right around the corner.
So I walked in there (with a bag of coke in my pocket) and asked if I could use their toilet - no problem.
I went in, did my thing, and then I thought about the coke.
Doing coke inside a police station? Well, why not.
So I did 2 lines of coke and walked out with a smile on my face as I passed by 10-20 cops.
I finally reached my classroom, one hour late and sat through the rest of the class.
Afterwards, my teacher came up to me, put her hand on my shoulder and said that it was nice to see me in a good mood for once (I had/have problems with depression and anxiety so I was not the most outgoing or happy person in general)
To this day, that story still puts a smile on my face ´cause its just so silly in so many ways....
