stonedsublime
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^^^^ Kinnda really fucked up. But what a score!
Dude must of been mad pissed tho.
Dude must of been mad pissed tho.
Your Crazy Life.....Tell us a story of a crazy experience youve had cuz of drugs
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CloudyHazeD
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Alright, many years back, before I even had a car to drive........
A handful of friends and I are having some drinks at an friend's friend house......
Needing to go get a bag of herb some 30 miles away I recruit my non drinking friend and my one really drunk buddy, with a car.
We drive out to a hotel some 35 miles away, get the bag, smoke some and drink some more. I grab a couple beers for later and we go.
Getting in the car at the hotel we see a cop in the parking lot.
OK, no big deal. We get in the car and pull out and on then onto the highway, which was right next to the hotel.
Didn't even make it off the on-ramp.
Cop is behind us and lights his shit up.
We pull over.
The cop goes to the passenger side.....the car owner was sitting there.
So drunk buddy ends up getting pulled out the car to talk.
Cop pulls my designated driver friend out....friend explains we were drinking and couldnt drive and he was taking us home.
Cop lets us go.
Start the car to leave..... Fuck.
Car won't start.
Sit there for a good 20 minutes fucking with the car.
My underage drunk-ass got paranoid. Weed in sock. I throw the beers into the woods that ran parallel to the on-ramp.
Finally. Car starts.
We drive 30 miles back. Get off at our exit.
The car fucking dies right in the god damned intersection!
A cop pulls up right behind us. Sober driver friend hops out and explains the car trouble.
Fucking cop just leaves us in the intersection.
Car starts.
Get within five minutes of our destination..
Car dies, again.
Fuck me.
Another (new city now from highway exit) cop pulls up on us.
This one wants to push the car off the road to a parking spot.
Ok.
Cop pushes car, leaves us alone. We walk, finally to our destination.
Man did we fucking smoke proper after all that.
A handful of friends and I are having some drinks at an friend's friend house......
Needing to go get a bag of herb some 30 miles away I recruit my non drinking friend and my one really drunk buddy, with a car.
We drive out to a hotel some 35 miles away, get the bag, smoke some and drink some more. I grab a couple beers for later and we go.
Getting in the car at the hotel we see a cop in the parking lot.
OK, no big deal. We get in the car and pull out and on then onto the highway, which was right next to the hotel.
Didn't even make it off the on-ramp.
Cop is behind us and lights his shit up.
We pull over.
The cop goes to the passenger side.....the car owner was sitting there.
So drunk buddy ends up getting pulled out the car to talk.
Cop pulls my designated driver friend out....friend explains we were drinking and couldnt drive and he was taking us home.
Cop lets us go.
Start the car to leave..... Fuck.
Car won't start.
Sit there for a good 20 minutes fucking with the car.
My underage drunk-ass got paranoid. Weed in sock. I throw the beers into the woods that ran parallel to the on-ramp.
Finally. Car starts.
We drive 30 miles back. Get off at our exit.
The car fucking dies right in the god damned intersection!
A cop pulls up right behind us. Sober driver friend hops out and explains the car trouble.
Fucking cop just leaves us in the intersection.
Car starts.
Get within five minutes of our destination..
Car dies, again.
Fuck me.
Another (new city now from highway exit) cop pulls up on us.
This one wants to push the car off the road to a parking spot.
Ok.
Cop pushes car, leaves us alone. We walk, finally to our destination.
Man did we fucking smoke proper after all that.
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bOrPaIdAlTeEyS
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^ damn sounds like you need a mechanic!.....one thing i never do is get some shit in a car that isnt reliable!!! its a definate reason for the cops to come and "TALK" to you
CloudyHazeD
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Yea, lesson learned after that shit.
But fuck it, that was some 10 years ago......allot more head on my shoulders now
But fuck it, that was some 10 years ago......allot more head on my shoulders now
Highschool until october 06<---- It was crazy then I effectively quit using drugs seriously
Damien
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Oh, hey thugpassion. Thank you for this valuable assessment of my character based on one story that happened ten years ago. I really appreciate it because I know anyone that would make a statement like this has obviously not done anything that may have been unwise in their younger years, and is obviously qualified to make such a judgment.thugpassion said:
Love, Damien
P.S. you spelled stealing wrong.
syyth007
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Hey guys, long time lurker, first time poster 
Well anyway, I've got TONS of crazy things that happened to me due to drugs, but a few of the worst all had to do with my annoying H habit I've been dealing w/ on and off for the past 5 years.
First really crazy thing that happened due to H: I was trying to quit cold turkey a few years back, and couldnt take the w/d anymore, so I decided one late night to call my connect to get a bun.. Problem was, i didnt have a vehicle at that time, and the place was about 15 miles away, in a kind of rurual area outiside atlantic city (no bus service).. Any way, I decide to "steal" my fathers car to go meet dude..
This certain guy had the annoying habbit of making me drive to random streets in the "woods" to meet him, so I was circling around the area, waiting for him to show up, when a huge pick up truck came bareling out of a wooded driveway without its healights on, and smashes into my front end, whipping me in a 180, tearing off the hood of the SUV I was driving (Mercury Mountaineer), basicially removing the front end of my vehicle..
A minute later, dude shows up, walking up to my smashed car, while I was still stunned, sitting in the drivers seat. Anyway, deal got done there and he peals out seconds before the cops show up.. My dad's car got totaled, and I ended up having the cops give me a ride to a local bar (where I commensed to get completely smashed on h and booze) where i had another dealer come pick me up.. He couldn't believe the balls I had, to get the cops to transport me with a bun in my sock..
Needless to say, my father was looking to kill me, so I kinda desipeared for a few months, going on a hell-of-a-tear.. I ended up gettin clean after that for about two years, till I relapsed last winter, which brings me to my next story..
I was a waiter at this time, and worked myself up a nassssty habit, so I was doing some very blatent illegal things to get money to support my habit.. Anyway, a warrent went out for my arrest, and the cops found out where I worked. I ended up getting arrested right in the middle of serving a table, in a crowded resturaunt right in downtown AC.. Plus I still had 5 bags of Rocky Balboa green stamp (some of the best dope, IMO floating around at that time) hidden in my wallet.
I thought I was done, busted for the stupid crap I did, PLUS pocession of the skag, but somehow they never found it, and when they released me from the station 16 hours later, I found the dope still neatly tucked away in my wallet! (and i ended up getting the charges against me dropped!) Needless to say, I cleaned up my act a bit since then (on suboxone, but my dumbass still chips 1-2 days every couple weeks or so.. revolving door for me), but glad to say I have been realitively well behaved for the past 3 months
Well anyway, I've got TONS of crazy things that happened to me due to drugs, but a few of the worst all had to do with my annoying H habit I've been dealing w/ on and off for the past 5 years.
First really crazy thing that happened due to H: I was trying to quit cold turkey a few years back, and couldnt take the w/d anymore, so I decided one late night to call my connect to get a bun.. Problem was, i didnt have a vehicle at that time, and the place was about 15 miles away, in a kind of rurual area outiside atlantic city (no bus service).. Any way, I decide to "steal" my fathers car to go meet dude..
This certain guy had the annoying habbit of making me drive to random streets in the "woods" to meet him, so I was circling around the area, waiting for him to show up, when a huge pick up truck came bareling out of a wooded driveway without its healights on, and smashes into my front end, whipping me in a 180, tearing off the hood of the SUV I was driving (Mercury Mountaineer), basicially removing the front end of my vehicle..
A minute later, dude shows up, walking up to my smashed car, while I was still stunned, sitting in the drivers seat. Anyway, deal got done there and he peals out seconds before the cops show up.. My dad's car got totaled, and I ended up having the cops give me a ride to a local bar (where I commensed to get completely smashed on h and booze) where i had another dealer come pick me up.. He couldn't believe the balls I had, to get the cops to transport me with a bun in my sock..
Needless to say, my father was looking to kill me, so I kinda desipeared for a few months, going on a hell-of-a-tear.. I ended up gettin clean after that for about two years, till I relapsed last winter, which brings me to my next story..
I was a waiter at this time, and worked myself up a nassssty habit, so I was doing some very blatent illegal things to get money to support my habit.. Anyway, a warrent went out for my arrest, and the cops found out where I worked. I ended up getting arrested right in the middle of serving a table, in a crowded resturaunt right in downtown AC.. Plus I still had 5 bags of Rocky Balboa green stamp (some of the best dope, IMO floating around at that time) hidden in my wallet.
I thought I was done, busted for the stupid crap I did, PLUS pocession of the skag, but somehow they never found it, and when they released me from the station 16 hours later, I found the dope still neatly tucked away in my wallet! (and i ended up getting the charges against me dropped!) Needless to say, I cleaned up my act a bit since then (on suboxone, but my dumbass still chips 1-2 days every couple weeks or so.. revolving door for me), but glad to say I have been realitively well behaved for the past 3 months
Damien
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^ Good stories. Welcome to BlueLight!
Lacey, I'm with you on the whole thing of finding/experiencing things you'd have never seen or done, in a good way.
There's been countless sunrises I've seen, that I would have never had the pleasure of witnessing if I hadn't been drinking that 40 or smoking that joint.
There's been countless of amazing hikes and explorations of epic wilderness and discoveries of beautiful chill spots in public parks, lol, that I only found because I was looking for a secluded area to do trip/drink/smoke...
But as for a story, I haven't been able to make any new ones, so here's one my friend told me the other day...
Background: we are lazy ass stoners, and we (i did) attend a very conservative christian college (in Seattle in all places! they were rated one of the least religious cities in the US) that doesn't even allow cigarettes on campus. So we would walk off campus about a block and just smoke on the neighborhood's streets. One of us would keep a cigarette lit and when Campus Saftey & Security (we, called them SS) would roll up we'd say we were visiting and just smoking a ciggy.
The Story: My two boys just got a new 2 foot bong and were smoking it on the corner. Pretty soon SS rolls up and my friend quickly puts the bong behind the fire hydrant between them and the SS officer. He proceeds to ask my two friends what they were doing sitting on the corner. One of my friends replies that he's smoking a cigarette. The SS officer says he was called by the neighbors "because of what they could be doing".
Both my friends then tell them they're not students at the university and that they'll keep moving. The SS officer then drives off, never once seeing the two foot bong right in front of him!
Aftermath: My friends then smoked two more bowls and then went back to the dorms.
There's been countless sunrises I've seen, that I would have never had the pleasure of witnessing if I hadn't been drinking that 40 or smoking that joint.
There's been countless of amazing hikes and explorations of epic wilderness and discoveries of beautiful chill spots in public parks, lol, that I only found because I was looking for a secluded area to do trip/drink/smoke...
But as for a story, I haven't been able to make any new ones, so here's one my friend told me the other day...
Background: we are lazy ass stoners, and we (i did) attend a very conservative christian college (in Seattle in all places! they were rated one of the least religious cities in the US) that doesn't even allow cigarettes on campus. So we would walk off campus about a block and just smoke on the neighborhood's streets. One of us would keep a cigarette lit and when Campus Saftey & Security (we, called them SS) would roll up we'd say we were visiting and just smoking a ciggy.
The Story: My two boys just got a new 2 foot bong and were smoking it on the corner. Pretty soon SS rolls up and my friend quickly puts the bong behind the fire hydrant between them and the SS officer. He proceeds to ask my two friends what they were doing sitting on the corner. One of my friends replies that he's smoking a cigarette. The SS officer says he was called by the neighbors "because of what they could be doing".
Both my friends then tell them they're not students at the university and that they'll keep moving. The SS officer then drives off, never once seeing the two foot bong right in front of him!
Aftermath: My friends then smoked two more bowls and then went back to the dorms.
rat tat tat tat
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Ok. Yesterday I dropped 2 hits of acid, start tripping extremely hard. At this point all my money is gone so I figure I'll try and sell a bowl. After a little while when I realize no one wants to buy a bowl I end up finding someone who said they wanted to trade alcohol for the bowl. So I go over to this house with this bowl (that I got for $20, mind you) and end up coming back with a vintage 1981 bottle of Cristal and a bottle of Jack Daniels. So I start of on the Jack, obviously, as my original plan was to sell the Cristal later. I decide to cut the acid short because someone offers me some free xanax so at this point I figure I'll call it a night soon and drink some more Jack and take some Xanax and the acid will wear off and I can go to sleep. Well not too long after that I convince someone to give me a yellow dolphin and I'll get them back tommorow. So I pop the yellow dolphin and start feeling the roll with the acid still lingering around somewhat and I'm feeling pretty good so in this state of great feeling I figure I'll pop the Cristal. My friend had about six bottles of champange (Cristal, Dom Perignon, Moet) that he managed to get for roughly $30 (the kid whose shit this is inherited his grandfathers wine collection). I kid you not, that my friend drank three of those bottles. Roughly the equivalent of $2,000 or more in alcohol. The Cristal got drank like it was a fucking 40. Jesus christ, I feel so stupid knowing that I just drank that bottle and I don't have a job or cash at the moment. Well...at least the yellow dolphins were fucking bomb...I can still feel it after I woke up.
MDPVagrant
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One time (way back when) I was binging on crack, and hanging with this one black dude... we stayed at a motel that was so bad, even the management was scared to be around at night (they left, LOL). NEways, we ran out of lighters early & melted about 3 candles into the rug before leavinglacey k said:
. Mgmt didn't care.This other time, we were hanging in Chinatown and this ho started following us around (sorry for the term ladies). She started flashing & pulling down her pants (wanted crack) and I told her to get the F out... couldn't STAND that sh*t. She kept up, so I pulled my knife just to get her to leave... worked.
Many, many more... those were just loosely off the top of my head. Mebbe I'll add more later.
P.S. cool stories here... love this thread, big thumbs up.
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Im glad to see people puttin their stories up! like he said, some real good shit in here. I always thought i would make a book out of all the stories we had. There is some people and stories that is known in my lil circle or whatever as like epic tales. The stories that get passed down like "REMEMBER THE TIME WHEN SO N SO DID....." And they get told and re told even years after. Like history among that group of people . i would love to take all those tales and make a serious story book out of it complete with illustrations and pics and shit. Maybe someday Ill get real upped-up (I never do uppers, but if i did thatd be the time for it) and put that shit together so i dont lose all these great stories.
I hope this thread gets long as hell . it would make some great high and bored readin for people around here. Keep up the good work on this thread guys Im lovin every last story in here.
I hope this thread gets long as hell . it would make some great high and bored readin for people around here. Keep up the good work on this thread guys Im lovin every last story in here.
PriestTheyCalledHim
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Back when I used to smoke pot, I had ran out and I wanted to buy more but I didn't want to spend more than $50 for it and the friends who usually had it were away and I wasn't too thrilled at the idea of buying from a random stranger since in the area I was living there were TONS of undercover narcs and friends of mine had gotten busted by them even for things like underage drinking or supplying alcohol to minors at a party if they were over 21.
Anyway I'd searched all around asking people who were obvious pot smokers if they had any and everyone said no.
Finally I went into one of my favorite bars and I was talking to a friend of mine that's a bartender there and then another friend of mine came in and I had no idea that she smoked or was even into using drugs and she happened to have an 8th of some well grown pot which I thanked her for.
The high was psychedelic but not too overwhelming and it was probably a sativa/indica strain that was indica dominant but not purely sativa and too overwhelming. I remember lying on my bed listening to some Tom Waits, his album Raindogs, some early/mid 70s Neil Young too, and getting Synesthesia.
That story isn't really crazy but it's a happy memory that I have.
Anyway I'd searched all around asking people who were obvious pot smokers if they had any and everyone said no.
Finally I went into one of my favorite bars and I was talking to a friend of mine that's a bartender there and then another friend of mine came in and I had no idea that she smoked or was even into using drugs and she happened to have an 8th of some well grown pot which I thanked her for.
The high was psychedelic but not too overwhelming and it was probably a sativa/indica strain that was indica dominant but not purely sativa and too overwhelming. I remember lying on my bed listening to some Tom Waits, his album Raindogs, some early/mid 70s Neil Young too, and getting Synesthesia.
That story isn't really crazy but it's a happy memory that I have.
way back, when i was 15 yo
Back when I was 15 or so, my friends and I had pretty nasty dust habits. We would smoke a couple bundles a day-yea, it was nasty.
Anyway, this was the late 1980s, and dust was still relatively obscure. However, there was a park in New York City called Hell Park by the heads (in actuality, it wasn't much of a park, maybe the size of a brownstone with two slides and a bball court and empty pool). New York City was about 20 minutes by train from my house, so my friends and I grew up going to city and coppping dope, hos, whatev. Hell park was a spot people knew to cop diesel (I remember dust being refered to as diesel way before dope, and namele cause of its pungent smell-the shit we would cop would be so stinky, we would hide it outside the car (in rearview mirrors and shit)). Anyway, people would cop and smoke and basically stand around in groups looking like zombies.
The one night, I roll up with a few friends and no one at the park is holding. Since it was a relative small community, people always offered to drive uptown to score (123, 125 and malcolm was the spot back then-mods, don't worry, that area has been cleaned up-sheyat, I think clinton's business office is right by there). Anyway, someone in the park tells all these heads to chill cause suppliers were coming in 5 minutes.
Not 10 minutes later, a truck filled with 4 of the biggest, meanest black dudes I've ever seen pull up, all 4 dressed in black, one wearing a face mask. One of the dudes has an uzi out and he is saying "line up, line up to be served" and these people aint even slangin bags but rather scoops out of a giant cup filled.with the common at the time mint and dust mix.
We buy ours and go smoke. This shit was crazy ass dust. Floored us, I mean the 6 of us could do nothing but hold the fence or melt to the ground. We looked around and everyone (probably 6 or more groups of dust heads smoking) look like they all in the same shape. Then a girl drops in one of the groups and starts fishing. As bugged as we all are, we are stuck in mud and it is taking us 20 minutes to try and get out.
At the exit of the park, one dude from the park swings on my boy for no reason (swings is a loose term, if you ever saw people real dusted-it was more like a slow motion slap). At that, the dude with the uzi throws the guy who hit my friend into a car, setting off the car alarm, and yelling at us to get the fuck out.
Still moving slow, and with my metal pipe in my hand, I swear I'm going to quit. I actually tried to break the pipe and hurt my hand bad. Course, by time we were back to nj, I had already smoked more of this killer batch of dust...
Hands down, smoking dust like we did for those 2 years straight resulted in some crazy, nightmarish stories. Sure, some funny ones but some genuinely hellish in nature.
Lacey, nice thread...I will try and recount some other stories soon.
Swybs
Back when I was 15 or so, my friends and I had pretty nasty dust habits. We would smoke a couple bundles a day-yea, it was nasty.
Anyway, this was the late 1980s, and dust was still relatively obscure. However, there was a park in New York City called Hell Park by the heads (in actuality, it wasn't much of a park, maybe the size of a brownstone with two slides and a bball court and empty pool). New York City was about 20 minutes by train from my house, so my friends and I grew up going to city and coppping dope, hos, whatev. Hell park was a spot people knew to cop diesel (I remember dust being refered to as diesel way before dope, and namele cause of its pungent smell-the shit we would cop would be so stinky, we would hide it outside the car (in rearview mirrors and shit)). Anyway, people would cop and smoke and basically stand around in groups looking like zombies.
The one night, I roll up with a few friends and no one at the park is holding. Since it was a relative small community, people always offered to drive uptown to score (123, 125 and malcolm was the spot back then-mods, don't worry, that area has been cleaned up-sheyat, I think clinton's business office is right by there). Anyway, someone in the park tells all these heads to chill cause suppliers were coming in 5 minutes.
Not 10 minutes later, a truck filled with 4 of the biggest, meanest black dudes I've ever seen pull up, all 4 dressed in black, one wearing a face mask. One of the dudes has an uzi out and he is saying "line up, line up to be served" and these people aint even slangin bags but rather scoops out of a giant cup filled.with the common at the time mint and dust mix.
We buy ours and go smoke. This shit was crazy ass dust. Floored us, I mean the 6 of us could do nothing but hold the fence or melt to the ground. We looked around and everyone (probably 6 or more groups of dust heads smoking) look like they all in the same shape. Then a girl drops in one of the groups and starts fishing. As bugged as we all are, we are stuck in mud and it is taking us 20 minutes to try and get out.
At the exit of the park, one dude from the park swings on my boy for no reason (swings is a loose term, if you ever saw people real dusted-it was more like a slow motion slap). At that, the dude with the uzi throws the guy who hit my friend into a car, setting off the car alarm, and yelling at us to get the fuck out.
Still moving slow, and with my metal pipe in my hand, I swear I'm going to quit. I actually tried to break the pipe and hurt my hand bad. Course, by time we were back to nj, I had already smoked more of this killer batch of dust...
Hands down, smoking dust like we did for those 2 years straight resulted in some crazy, nightmarish stories. Sure, some funny ones but some genuinely hellish in nature.
Lacey, nice thread...I will try and recount some other stories soon.
Swybs
Boiling in Acid
Bluelighter
part 1 - i don't bother remebering it all now a days & probably can't remeber alot now.
for part 2 - ending up with an islamic arabian sheikh, my hash diller from childhood who live in other town & the country's no. 1 mafioze (as the press call him) in my prison room & spending funny nights together.
meeting a brother of the most legendary (dead) singer in my country from rehab(S)
travelling by auto-stop to the other side of the country on acid, coming down, sayin FTW am i do here? & going back...
taking datura at age of 13
tripping in class...
being (mentally) addicted to LSD
indian monk offered to me to light up his chillum at a major festival... later i find a jar half full of crack (wasn't doin hard drugs then), maybe worth of cuple tens of thousands $, leaving it to the baba ( i lived in his place)...
& of course many places & weird ppl i would never have nothing reliable with them if not the drugs & the life i lived while using...
for part 2 - ending up with an islamic arabian sheikh, my hash diller from childhood who live in other town & the country's no. 1 mafioze (as the press call him) in my prison room & spending funny nights together.
meeting a brother of the most legendary (dead) singer in my country from rehab(S)
travelling by auto-stop to the other side of the country on acid, coming down, sayin FTW am i do here? & going back...
taking datura at age of 13
tripping in class...
being (mentally) addicted to LSD
indian monk offered to me to light up his chillum at a major festival... later i find a jar half full of crack (wasn't doin hard drugs then), maybe worth of cuple tens of thousands $, leaving it to the baba ( i lived in his place)...
& of course many places & weird ppl i would never have nothing reliable with them if not the drugs & the life i lived while using...
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syyth007
Bluelighter
Acid Stories
I figured since I posted a sampling of the crap that happened to me due to hard drugs, I should post some things that happened due to a "softer" drug : Mr LSD.
I had gone to a Rat Dog concert in philly, and before the show, picked up a sheet of acid and quite a bit of MDMA. The concert was great, but the real crap didn't hit the fan until a few days AFTER the concert. A friend of mine invited me to a get-together at one of his friend's houses, whom i've never met. Well, we get to the house and there are four of us total: "A", "B", and "C" who's house we were gonna party at.
I brought the party favors, and we all consumed quite a bit. I took 5 paper, and 180mg mdma, and everyone else took about 2-2.5 paper and 100mg MDMA. I was told everyone was pretty experienced with the said substances, but I later found out that to be a complete LIE
Just as the LSD was starting to kick in and over-power the MDMA a bit, C's parents arrived home. I was never told of any parental figures being involved, so was quite leary, as we were all completely FRIED. C's parents informed us that another party that was supposed to join us that night, D, (we couldn't get ahold of him all day) had just overdosed and died from heroin. That threw C for quite a loop, as they were good friends. He started a discussion with his parents about how had tried heroin, but would never do it again, it was no good, etc etc etc.. We couldn't shut him up, the X loosened his lips waaaay too much. Anyway, we manage to pull him into the basement, away from his parents before he said anything way too incriminating. He told us his parents were blackout drunks, and would never remember the idiotic conversation he just had with them.
As the night progresses, we go deeper and deeper into our own headspace. Soon C starts talking about very religious topics, and talks about how LSD is connected to "god" in some way (this happened probably 8 years ago or more). Anyway, some how he got the idea in his head, that since he took acid, he could controll everything that was going on around him, and that made him GOD. He then got very aggitated, and looking very aggressive, saying things like "lets all get naked!" and "I can kill anyone with my mind! I have POWER!". We all try talking him down, I'm completely out of it, but still within reality and try to convince him everything he is feeling is only drug induced, but that just agitates him more, and he starts SCREAMING at the top of his lungs how his god. Suddenly, his mother BURSTS into the room, screaming "What the HELL are you guys doing!?!? I've been listening to you guys for an HOUR! What did you give my son!?!? Don't you know he has mental problems!?!?" We all instantly freak out, except for C, who starts screaming to his mother about being god, and to take some of this LSD and she will see why (he has about 2-3 hits in his hand all the sudden, thrusting them at his mother's face).
We all bail out varrying windows in the room. I grabbed the 1/4 sheet i had left, and the bag full of molly's and start booking it through the woods (this house was literraly in the middle of the woods, off a dirt road near the pine barrens in jersey.) I stash my stuff in a hole in a tree, and slowly make my way towards the highway near his home. I'm completely spun, have no idea which direction A or B went, and am standing infront of C's yard, near a highway, at about 3 or 4 am. I can hear screaming, and things smashing in the home. All i see is a strobe light still flashing in the window. Then everything gets extremely quiet. Every car coming down the highway, i SWEAR has police cherries. I'm sure C killed his parents, or god know's what.
I make the decision that since I have no vehicle with me, i don't know where I am, and do not know where A (who drove me there) or B are, I might as well go back to C's house, since it was freezing outside, and I had no other recourse. When I knock on C's door, he answers and says, "It's just like I saw! It was a prophecy, I knew you'd come back! We were chosen!" In the backround I hear his mother suddenly speak up, "Shut up, C! Let him come in, lets all sit down, and relax". C's mother hands me a cup of tea, and we all sit down at the kitchen table. I'm still VERY sketched out, and shaking like a cat getting electrocuted. Well, it turned out C's mother was a former hippy, and managed to talk C down quite a bit.. She asked us about our trips, and was very cool with everything. She said C is not the type of person who should be taking such powerfull drugs, due to his mental instabbility, and it was his first time with BOTH substances. We all sat around the table, smoking some bud, and drinking tea the rest of the night/morning. It was quite pleasant.
A, and B came over later in the early afternoon, aparently they ran to B's house, who lived next door (about 1/2 mile) and they thought I was behind them. They were freakin out all night, thinking I got lost and froze to death in the forest. Anyway, all ended well despite the crazieness that happened. But I heard a few days later, while they decided to trip again (without me) that B freaked out, grabbed a loaded shotgun, and was threating to kill people, or something to that effect. A and C (!) managed to talk him down. To say the least, I never tripped with B and C again, although I still hung out with A for a while, afterwards.
This story took longer than I thought, so I'll post the second story a bit later: But it involved liqiud acid, fire water, a 6'4 muscle-bound tatooed maniac, and copious amounts of violence. Stay tuned!
I figured since I posted a sampling of the crap that happened to me due to hard drugs, I should post some things that happened due to a "softer" drug : Mr LSD.
I had gone to a Rat Dog concert in philly, and before the show, picked up a sheet of acid and quite a bit of MDMA. The concert was great, but the real crap didn't hit the fan until a few days AFTER the concert. A friend of mine invited me to a get-together at one of his friend's houses, whom i've never met. Well, we get to the house and there are four of us total: "A", "B", and "C" who's house we were gonna party at.
I brought the party favors, and we all consumed quite a bit. I took 5 paper, and 180mg mdma, and everyone else took about 2-2.5 paper and 100mg MDMA. I was told everyone was pretty experienced with the said substances, but I later found out that to be a complete LIE
Just as the LSD was starting to kick in and over-power the MDMA a bit, C's parents arrived home. I was never told of any parental figures being involved, so was quite leary, as we were all completely FRIED. C's parents informed us that another party that was supposed to join us that night, D, (we couldn't get ahold of him all day) had just overdosed and died from heroin. That threw C for quite a loop, as they were good friends. He started a discussion with his parents about how had tried heroin, but would never do it again, it was no good, etc etc etc.. We couldn't shut him up, the X loosened his lips waaaay too much. Anyway, we manage to pull him into the basement, away from his parents before he said anything way too incriminating. He told us his parents were blackout drunks, and would never remember the idiotic conversation he just had with them.
As the night progresses, we go deeper and deeper into our own headspace. Soon C starts talking about very religious topics, and talks about how LSD is connected to "god" in some way (this happened probably 8 years ago or more). Anyway, some how he got the idea in his head, that since he took acid, he could controll everything that was going on around him, and that made him GOD. He then got very aggitated, and looking very aggressive, saying things like "lets all get naked!" and "I can kill anyone with my mind! I have POWER!". We all try talking him down, I'm completely out of it, but still within reality and try to convince him everything he is feeling is only drug induced, but that just agitates him more, and he starts SCREAMING at the top of his lungs how his god. Suddenly, his mother BURSTS into the room, screaming "What the HELL are you guys doing!?!? I've been listening to you guys for an HOUR! What did you give my son!?!? Don't you know he has mental problems!?!?" We all instantly freak out, except for C, who starts screaming to his mother about being god, and to take some of this LSD and she will see why (he has about 2-3 hits in his hand all the sudden, thrusting them at his mother's face).
We all bail out varrying windows in the room. I grabbed the 1/4 sheet i had left, and the bag full of molly's and start booking it through the woods (this house was literraly in the middle of the woods, off a dirt road near the pine barrens in jersey.) I stash my stuff in a hole in a tree, and slowly make my way towards the highway near his home. I'm completely spun, have no idea which direction A or B went, and am standing infront of C's yard, near a highway, at about 3 or 4 am. I can hear screaming, and things smashing in the home. All i see is a strobe light still flashing in the window. Then everything gets extremely quiet. Every car coming down the highway, i SWEAR has police cherries. I'm sure C killed his parents, or god know's what.
I make the decision that since I have no vehicle with me, i don't know where I am, and do not know where A (who drove me there) or B are, I might as well go back to C's house, since it was freezing outside, and I had no other recourse. When I knock on C's door, he answers and says, "It's just like I saw! It was a prophecy, I knew you'd come back! We were chosen!" In the backround I hear his mother suddenly speak up, "Shut up, C! Let him come in, lets all sit down, and relax". C's mother hands me a cup of tea, and we all sit down at the kitchen table. I'm still VERY sketched out, and shaking like a cat getting electrocuted. Well, it turned out C's mother was a former hippy, and managed to talk C down quite a bit.. She asked us about our trips, and was very cool with everything. She said C is not the type of person who should be taking such powerfull drugs, due to his mental instabbility, and it was his first time with BOTH substances. We all sat around the table, smoking some bud, and drinking tea the rest of the night/morning. It was quite pleasant.
A, and B came over later in the early afternoon, aparently they ran to B's house, who lived next door (about 1/2 mile) and they thought I was behind them. They were freakin out all night, thinking I got lost and froze to death in the forest. Anyway, all ended well despite the crazieness that happened. But I heard a few days later, while they decided to trip again (without me) that B freaked out, grabbed a loaded shotgun, and was threating to kill people, or something to that effect. A and C (!) managed to talk him down. To say the least, I never tripped with B and C again, although I still hung out with A for a while, afterwards.
This story took longer than I thought, so I'll post the second story a bit later: But it involved liqiud acid, fire water, a 6'4 muscle-bound tatooed maniac, and copious amounts of violence. Stay tuned!
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The woman I was having a relationship with (heroin shooter) decided she'd go cold turkey.
Two days later she decided to resume her addiction but since I was in the way she decided to kill me first.
So she stuck a knife in me.
Nothing really serious, so I floored her, and straddled her while I pulled the knife out (it was lodged through my forearm).
Sat there for a few hours until she got her composure and a measure of common sense back, and then went to look for some bandages etc.
Needless to say I kept a real close eye on her after that.
In the end she got over her addiction, and I still feel some weird sort of pride over that.
However, since then I find it pretty much impossible to feel compassion for smack freaks and usually walk away as soon as I get the impression someone is into it.
Two days later she decided to resume her addiction but since I was in the way she decided to kill me first.
So she stuck a knife in me.
Nothing really serious, so I floored her, and straddled her while I pulled the knife out (it was lodged through my forearm).
Sat there for a few hours until she got her composure and a measure of common sense back, and then went to look for some bandages etc.
Needless to say I kept a real close eye on her after that.
In the end she got over her addiction, and I still feel some weird sort of pride over that.
However, since then I find it pretty much impossible to feel compassion for smack freaks and usually walk away as soon as I get the impression someone is into it.
A quick thing that came to mind-used to be a club in New York City called nasa. Crazy rave scene-u basically got past security and people were throwing e, acid, etc at you. Funny thing, the club got shut down for this reason, when inside edition or a similar television show went in with hidden cameras.
Anyway, while it was open game inside, the bouncers did search upon entrance (more to keep their house dealers from running into competition). They would confiscate weapons, drugs, booze, whatever deemed not allowed in the club. Each night, they would collect it in a garbage can.
One night, we were waiting in line, and a fight broke out. Bouncers left the door area, along with garbage can filled with contraband. Needless to say, me and a couple friends dragged this garbage can a few blocks down the street. People in line were like "what the fuck?"
That night, and for days after, we played identify this powder and wonder what this pill is while twirling around a freakshow sized butterfly knife-and, get this-a friggin hatchet. Crazy ravers. Some of the identifiable contraband included a bottle of 90 5mg percs and a couple bags of weed. One ziplock bag filled with 50 or so pills made our eyes light up, till we realized someone had bought dollar-store aspirin and scraped off the markings...a few good things in the mix, though, including the knife I still have.
Swybs
Anyway, while it was open game inside, the bouncers did search upon entrance (more to keep their house dealers from running into competition). They would confiscate weapons, drugs, booze, whatever deemed not allowed in the club. Each night, they would collect it in a garbage can.
One night, we were waiting in line, and a fight broke out. Bouncers left the door area, along with garbage can filled with contraband. Needless to say, me and a couple friends dragged this garbage can a few blocks down the street. People in line were like "what the fuck?"
That night, and for days after, we played identify this powder and wonder what this pill is while twirling around a freakshow sized butterfly knife-and, get this-a friggin hatchet. Crazy ravers. Some of the identifiable contraband included a bottle of 90 5mg percs and a couple bags of weed. One ziplock bag filled with 50 or so pills made our eyes light up, till we realized someone had bought dollar-store aspirin and scraped off the markings...a few good things in the mix, though, including the knife I still have.
Swybs