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

Back in the day my friends said that they had a connect for sheets of acid in Las Vegas. We all lived in southern California and being around our mid-teens we knew this was going to be a big logistical challenge.
So the plan was hatched that we were going to leave on a Saturday night and come back Sunday. Well my friends show up at my house way earlier than planned. This was not good because I was going to sneak out of the house and my father was still awake. So they informed me that they were leaving right then either with or without me. So I say "Fuck it" walk into my room to grab some stuff and walk down past my father watching television, don't say a word, and walk out the back door. We start our road trip and smoke some meth. I had very little experience with it but I wasn't totally naive. This is when I find out that this trip had not been planned at all. We had no cash, no address for the connect (a friend that had moved to Vegas), just enough gas, and a check that needed to be cashed once we got into Vegas. I am sure you can imagine the conversations/bitching/fights that went on in a cramped car rolling across the desert filled with tweekers.
Tweekers Puzzle
Finally we roll somewhere into Vegas at around 4:30 AM. Now we have: enough change to make one phone call, enough gas to go to a check cashing place and hopefully make it to a gas station, and no clue where we are at. And it is not like we can relax and sleep till it would be acceptable to call our friend (who lived with her family, was pregnant, and wasn't really expecting us). So we sit around for hours with no more meth, bitching, laughing and whatever. Eventually we played the puzzle and barely put it together.
So we hooked up with our friend and hung out mostly with her boyfriend because she (doing the smart thing) was trying to keep her nose clean and thought it best not to hang out with us too much. The LSD fell through, of course, and all we could get was more meth. By this time I was sick of tweeking and just wanted to sleep that night. So my friends tweeked and we came home empty handed.
I walked into my house 8PM Sunday night. My father said that he had gone to check on me the night before but I was gone. I told him "Oh, ya, I was probably at 7-11" and he accepted it and left it at that.
That was my tweeking bonsai run to Vegas. Blech.
 
interesting thread...

ive had a few of them, but i have two that come to mind right off the bat.

about two years ago my friend and i drove 20mins out to see my dope guy. we drive around for like 30mins trying to get a hold of him but no luck. so we go back to our respective houses and he finally calls me back, says he forgot his phone and bla bla bla. so i say ok, ill be right back out there in 20 mins.

so i go to the spot where i was supposed to meet him before and i notice a white work van with business decals on the side and what looks like a white guy sitting in the driver seat. this spot was right on the city county line so white guys in work vans are pretty common to see. so im sitting there for about 10 mins sick as a dog waiting for his ass. he finally pulls up in his wifes car, a nice cl acura with really dark tints. he pulls up and i hop in. i get my three bags from him and kinda sit there and shoot the shit for a minute.

right as im about to jump out and go blast my dope, we see what looks like flashlights shining thru the back glass from the rear of the car. he looks at me like "oh shit..."..pretty much knew right then it was the cops. so i took my 3 bags and swalloed them. they were the mini ziplock bags so they didnt go down so easily.

turns out the work van i saw had 2 UC county cops in it, and they had gotten a call about a "suspicous black sports car" in the area. which is funny cause i know they were talking about my friends car when we were out earlier sitting around waiting for him. thing is tho, my dope guys wifes car is blue.

anyways, the cops open the car doors up and start with the same ol usual "what u guys doing here, where do u live" and so on. so my dope guy tells the cops that he and i are about to go meet up with some girls at this bar down the street. and that the only reason we were meeting there is because he is in his wifes car and if she caught him she would kill him.

i forgot to add, my dope guy also had a paper towel with like 20 20$ bags in it kinda tucked by the E brake. so the cop on my side of the car asks me for my ID and i turn to my left side to get it. after he hands itr back i turn to my left side again, and i notice my dope guy going for the paper towel. he gets it in his hand and i simultanously turn to my left to put my wallet back in my back right pocket, and stash the paper towel filled with dope down my pants. i did this right in front of 2 cops and they didnt see it.

they asked for consent to search the car and my guy kinda refused it at first, but finally gave in. they didnt find sht in the car and let us go. we rode off together and both looked at each other like WTF haha....i was able to get the 3 bags i swallowed back and he also gave me a bunch of the bags from the one si had put down my pants. it worked out to about a gram of great bmore rock dope for 50$.

thinking back im like wtf, why did i do that. they totally could have seen me do it and i woudl have been fucked. but i think i knew i was gonna get away with it and thats why i risked it.

then there was the time i was standing in line waiting to cop in south west baltimore and all of the sudden a bunch of knockers came running into the vacant lot. junkies went flying everywhere, it was a mad scene. when everyone took off i went running and i saw this big fucker running str8 at me with his eyes locked on my strung out face. i got about 2 feet away from him and juked the shit out of him and ran right past the guy. i felt his hand swipe my arm but it was just far enough away he didnt get a grip on me.

it was a sight to see that day, a bunch of junkies running full speed down baltimore st in SoWeBo. luckily i got a ride to anoter spot from some cute blonde i met while waiting to cop. the cops busted a few ppl that day from what i heard. but mostly it was ppl selling or ppl who had already copped. the spot used to sell this dope called smackdown and it was blaze for scramble. they used to go thru g-packs left and right. matter of fact, had they not ran out that day i woudl have gotten popped. i was next in line to cop when they ran out and had to wait for the re-up. once the reup came the hitter went to the other end of the line then the cops came. ive had luck on my side quite a few times and i dont know why.
 
^^some good shit yo...post as much as you got, shit...

Ah this one aint really crazy it was just a good time....When i was 16 me n my man went down to asbury park to see Johnny Winter play at the stone pony. well we knew there was alot of dope spots there since my moms used to go down there alot when i was younger n told me about it how everywhere she went mad heads ran up to the window with bags n shit. So after we get out the club we walk back to the car parked by the railroad tracks. n we get the jersey dope whistle so look around n theres 2 older dudes chillin on a bench there...Whatchu need n all that....So we walk down the block (it was near midnight n it was actually so far from bein hot, it was nice n laid back not a pig in sight) , get i think 6 bags n then just turn right back around outta there. it was jus a good suprise since we didnt know nobody down there n werent even intendin to cop it just kinda fell into our laps. its also a good thing thinkin back that we copped w/no problem or sketchiness at all in a place that we didnt know for shit. its never a great idea to try n cop in a new hood w/out at least knowin a lil bit since u can get lost easier, dont know where the cops hit up n all that.....That was a smooth night....
 
^thats the best, get your shit and dip out. the less hassle the better for everyone. my old dealer got popped cause he was always taking his time having ppl waiting in like parking lots and shit for him. i would call him and he would tell me where to go and then show up like 20 mins later. sometimes it was as long as 2 hours. he had the best dope tho so yea i would have waited all day if i had to, and i sometimes did.

about 2 years ago i rode out to see this guy with my buddy. we sit and wait for him at this IHOP and 20 mins later he calls and says to come down the street to some local bar. we go down there and sit for another 20 mins. finally this white van pulls up and he hops out, looks around and hops in my friends car.

it was a 2 door car so i jumped in the back so the guy, lets call him "c" could be in the front. we go off on our way back to the ihop because thats where he wants to be let out. my friend gets the dope from him and gives him the cash. as we ride back into the IHOP parking lot, there is a white unmarked crown victoria sitting there.

we all see it and C says "fuck this, dont let me out here" we pass the cop and sure enough he pulls out behind us. we didnt even get a chance to get back out on the mainroad before he lit us up. we pulled over to this shopping center parking lot and all of the sudden a truck, mini van, and 2 RC cars pull out on us from no where.

the cops jumped out of their cars, guns drawn yelling for my friend to turn off the car and throw the keys out the window and for all of us to put our hands in the air. there was one cop right on the passenger side door yelling to C to keep his hands up. it kinda looked like he was trying to stash his shit so his hands were moving. the cop saw this and smacked the glass with his gun yelling, "passenger if you move your hands one more time ill put a round in your fucking head" LOL no lie, this guy said this shit. i remember thinking, who the fck does this douche think he is? chuck norris?

another cop comes over and they open the passenger side door, pulling C out and roughing him up. i could hear him yell OW! when they threw him down. knees in his back and on the back of his head and shit whle they cuffed him. right before they came out on us my friend had tried to swallow the 5 bags he had but couldnt get them down, and instead ended up having the cop force him to spit them out cause he saw him trying to get them down.

so the cops end up pulling us all out of the car, cuff us and seperate us and start the questions. the cops actually thought the dope was crack cause it was all rocked up. i tried to say as little as possible cause i knew i didnt have anything on me. i was being un cooperative and the cops questioning me called me an asshole and started on my friend.

meanwhile the other 2 cops who were on C pulled a paper towel from out of well, his ass crack. in it was a few loose grams and a bunch of 20$ bags. all i remember thinking was fuck, this isnt going to turn out good. they ended up taking my friend and C in and i took my friends car back home so they didnt have to tow it.

funny thing was tho my liscense was suspended so i lied to the cop and told him i had paid the fine months ago that was affecting my driving status. so i drive home and my friend called me from the court house in towson around 4am so i went and picked him up.

turns out the cops told my friend that C was saying my friend was the dealer. and the cops pretty much said, nows your chance to go home tonight. write a statement. and he did. i can understand why he did it, but i dont know if i would have done the same given the situation.....who knows tho.

C was able to make bail a week later and got right back to the game. my guess was he needed $$ for his defense. he was pissed and kept asking me where my friend is. he went to court for the indictment, took a plea deal and is now serving a 10 years sentence. they were going to try and get him for 25 but he took the plea dela because he knew my friends statement was pretty damning. he has an appeal set in motion tho, so who knows, maybe he will get out sooner than a dime.

there are a few other BL's who used to cop from this guy or at least use his dope thru someone else, and i can say, ive never had dope as good as what he used to get. it was str8 from NY and it was raw as shit. big 10gram fingers compressed really tight and hard.

as far as how this all happened, i could have sworn i hear one of the detectives say they "had a CI on this one" which is possible i guess, C dealt with a lot of ppl and constantly had ppl waitin on him in sketchy public parking lots. so its possible they had been on him for a while. my friend told me the cops said they just happened to see us sitting there and decided to follow us. who knows tho, they could have had us pegged for weeks.
 
Still relatively young, there's much left to do. I believe getting involved in drugs has spiced things up considerably. No doubt about that.

Last new years eve I went to score a gram of coke, but had to do so in one of the shadiest parts of my town (UK equivalent of the ghetto). My connection was an absolutely crazy Jamaican. He didn't have the gear on him when I met him but instead was carrying a fucking gun. This may not be unusual to an American but certainly is to an English kid. He decided to take me through the streets to 'mi cousins yard' which was essentially a crack house. When I got there the door had been smashed through earlier that day in a police raid so said the Jamaican, but the customers had returned as I entered. The place was a fucking wreck. Men and women were casually hitting pipes. He gave me the gear and promptly fucked off, leaving me in the middle of the ghetto. I armed myself with a broken metal pipe I found in the bathroom and got the fuck out of there.

Another time I went to score some weed from another Jamaican in a different hood. This story is the reason I now cop alone. I was with a friend T and as we were about to enter the house he recognised a kid he knew. This kid asked what was up and T said we were getting a 20 bag. The kid subsequently offered us a shitty deal which T declined. We picked up the 20 bag, came out of the house and were confronted by a gang of ten youths. T gets pushed around a bit, punches one of them and scarpers leaving me there. Meanwhile, some tall kid is running his hands through my pockets. Luckily I had my school trousers on. Whilst he did this I took out a biro pen and stabbed him right through his cheek. He was winded and managed to say 'get him' before falling to the floor. I got chased by all of them, took to the ground, kicked in the ribs and the nuts, punched, lost a shoe but managed to outrun them. To be honest, they would have killed me.

Never a-fucking-gain.
 
^man, the worst thing is that we were getting it for other people. I barely smoke weed. My 'friend' went on to the party we were going to whilst I walked home with one shoe on in the rain.
 
Rolled at school my Freshmen year of High school and had an absolute blast! Made freinds with almost everyone except the teachers. lol
 
Most panicky time was driving back from my weed dealers with my mate and i had a 9 bar in my glove box and my mate had a half ounce of grass on him. We were cruising along the road home stoned as fuck, when the engine warning light started flashing and the engine started spluttering and we were freaking out big time that it was gonna break down and we'd get busted.

Most magical time was when, one spring night i took a dose of mushrooms and went out riding my motorbike. Riding through town was like the bike chase scenes in Akira, with all the trailing lights and stuff. Just tooling down the main street down to the beach a huge grin on the inside of my helmet, checking out the babes and the drunks. Awesome.
 
did you know: your dope can freeze in the barrel of the syringe if its cold enough outside? 8o

its ok! just stick the needle in your mouth and blow warm air on it. If you spike up within 15 or 20 seconds it wont freeze again! :) :) ;)
 
^ Thats not the smartest thing in the world pennywise. There's tons of bacteria in your mouth that could cause a potentially deadly infection...
 
Kul69, you are my hero! That's freaking legendary stuff right there.

Do you think that you would have as much "colorful" experiences and people that you know if it wasnt for drugs?
Certainly not. I think that my experienced with LSD have opened me up to new perspectives that I otherwise would never have imagined.

Tell a short story or anecdote
Yikes, where to begin? I guess the craziest one would have to have been the waiting room from hell at Dreamworld. A few mates and I are lining up for a ride, the Tower of Terror, and the queue goes through this REALLY dark room lit only by the occasional LED light. We come to a perspex bridge over a miniature city (the only source of light for a fair while) and I hit the limit of what my consciousness can handle.

So I'm standing in this dark room, there's a siren sounding (an air-raid siren) and all I can see is mini-Metro-City below me. I can't see in front of me, but can see my group behind me. I figure the best way out of here is forwards, so I take about half a step and run into somebody. I apologise and excuse myself, then proceed to watch my mind tear itself to pieces in this tiny little, overcrowded, poorly-ventilated, dark room.

Then I get a bump from behind me, so I cautiously walk forward, and the next thing you know I can actually see again, and everything's back to normal (well, as normal as things go when you're tripping anyway)
 
The craziest night of my life was my senior year in high school. I'm still young though so it could always change.

A lot of people from my grade had gone to this girls house, she had mutiple kegs and we were playing beerpong all-night. Anyway around comes like 1:30 and Ian tells three of us that he's got some codeine cough syrup at his house and that we should get our 'lean' on. The party is still raging so we figure its prime time to make a move, it's only like twenty minutes roundtrip anyway. We get to Ian's pound the shit and make it back to the party a little sideways. The drinking continues until about 2:45am and we all jump into Joe's Honda Civic and decide to jet back to his place to blaze and pass-out.

Something got into us, we were fucking fucked man. Joe is in the front seat, the captain of the lacrosse team is shotgun and my boy Jason and I are in the back. About halfway home I see the red & blue reflection shimmer behind us. Besides the Rx bottle, the car contained over and 8th of budz, 4 drunk fucks, blunts, papers and a bowl. I was the first to say something and I mutter, "Hey man the fucking cops are behind us!" Instead of pulling over and taking the DUI like I thought my friend would have, I feel the car accelerate. I guess I didn't know my boy has well as I thought I did.

The car's speeding up now and were in suburban, Whiteville USA. Traffic circles, speed bumps and lots of ways to the same place (not a grid system). As the chase ensues I feel like these are my last moments on earth as my boy is about to crash and kill us all. I'm screamin' "stop the fucking car, were going to die..." and Jason who has been sitting quietly next to me up to this point screams "Na, I ain't going back. Fuck that, FUCK THAT. Keep going man!" I stop and ponder how I've gotten myself into this situation? And how I'm going to live this one down with the family. I am fucked. Meanwhile in the front seat, between screaming at us to all 'shut the fuck up' Joe is perched behind the steering wheel like a mad scientist. Joe makes a couple clutch cuts, but the cop is still there. After going through a couple traffic circles at speeds I thought were not plausible, it seems we've gained a couple seconds on Piggy. (I don't feel we were going faster, its a fucking civic. Though the way the car was being driven I feel like the officer must have thought we were going to flip. I was sure we were going to flip, the question in my opinion was only when.)

Those couple seconds turned into four or five and that was all Joe needed to quickly hustle through the backstreets to his house. While in essense it felt like we 'escaped', after sober analysis of the situation we all felt that the cop must have slowed down for his own safety and ours. What could have been a fantastically horrible night, turned into easily the craziest night of my life. Somehow I'm proud of this story, but it's not like I'm proud of the situation I was in. I rarely trust anyone behind the wheel when they are drunk because of that night, fucking Bethesda.
 
Juxtaposed from another post on another website...

SO YEAH, I decided to say FUCK IT! and just get WASTED in the true sense of the word. Set a bunch of shit up. ALL GOOD TO GO. Right?

WRONG...!!! BLOWN TIRES, bounced checks...RUNNIN' outta' gas. The PACKAGE got all fucked up because of some no account, piece of shit, retarded ghetto trash, wanna' be boss that couldn't get his shit straight. SHIT WAS SUPPOSED to be straight before I DROVE for 3 FUCKING HOURS. HAD to wait around in a crack shack for 3 more UNPRODUCTIVE hours while I had to listen to some idiot mumble about losing a quarter OUNCE of ROCKS before eventually being accused of taking them.

If I woulda' rode DIRTY I woulda' left them FAGGOTS VENTILATED and the carpet soaked in BRAINS. I SHOULDA' stomped DUDE out at least so I coulda' got some measure of satisfaction out of the deal, AND I WOULDA' got the best of the whole situation. BELIEVE that.

I know this is the PISS AND MOAN and maybe this sounds a little extreme but that's how I'm FEELIN'. FOR REAL.

At least me and my passenger got a couple of laughs riding down the shoulder of the not-so-"HIGH"way on a RIM at 10 miles an hour.

So we get to the supposed "spot" after some wanna' be McGuyver shit. YOU KNOW..."I'll take you over here to my man's n' shit, then we be goin' here. Yo, can we hit the Licka' STOE'? Got a cigarette?" All that shit that comes with the TERRITORY.

So...House totally empty except for a sweat stained mattress and some bullshit velvet painting of the Jackson 5 on the wall. Get the whole "I just moved into this joint, SORRY about not having shit for you to sit on DAWG..." schpiel from DUDES DAD...Whos a Boss PLAYA', NOT A CRACKHEAD...UHHHH...OBVIOUS smmmoooo-KER!! Glance into the room and peep the beached whale smoked out on another dirty ass, stained up mattress. ALOT of unsavory CRACK action jumping off. But we cool. I BEEN to worse and I'm comfortable ANYWHERE. Not STRAPPED cause I dint' see the need. Prolly' good that I wasn't. Shit can get DUMB when people start accusing you of stealing their CRACK and I can IGNORANT as a Mu'Fucka'. Shit was supposed to be good, YA KNOW?

So out of the fish greased up stench that was the BLACK HOLE of the kitchen ambles this old ass black lady with ONE ARM. She's rocking a FOUR FINGER RING and other assorted bling on her good hand. "What up?" she says offering her iced out mit. So we each take it in turn introducing ourselves and saying "Nice to meet you."

To our "Nice to meet you's" she hits us with "How do you know, I might be CRAZY?", to which I PROMPTLY snipe back with, "You're CRAZY? Look where the FUCK we ARE?" To that She snickered at us and shuffled off. Coolest part of the trip. Except the RIDIN' RIMzzz dealy. LOLz.

...and yeah, the whole ride was for NADA. At least I caught a nice one yesterday. Original Gangster 80's. My boy went out of his way to GET for me 'cause he knew how irritated I was. Good friends...
 
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^^haha, i cant say i understood much of that.

not really crazy or anything, but i once saw a ~40 year old crackhead clean a whole kitchen (a kitchen you wouldnt wanna walk in, let alone clean) for a $5 rock.
 
pennywise said:
did you know: your dope can freeze in the barrel of the syringe if its cold enough outside? 8o

its ok! just stick the needle in your mouth and blow warm air on it. If you spike up within 15 or 20 seconds it wont freeze again! :) :) ;)
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That happened to me in the back of a car when it was snowing. Fucking pissed me right the fuck off. I was like start the car turn on the heat you fucking idiot.
 
part 1: i'm not sketched out my nearly as many situations as my non-druggie friends are, and i've met a lot of cool people and can tell a lot of crazy stories.

part 2: i went to smoke a blunt at a friend's "apartment" before because none of us had any weed and it was all we could find - it ended up that he lived in a tenament building that was essentially a crackhouse. there were 2 cops sitting in the parking lot, elderly people fighting downstairs, and a 1 year old baby who sat in the hallway and watched as we smoked. someone wrote "no smokin crack plz" on the wall in sharpie marker. my friend and i made up some dumbass excuse to hit the blunt and get the hell out of there as fast as possible.
 
dropmealine said:
part 2: i went to smoke a blunt at a friend's "apartment" before because none of us had any weed and it was all we could find - it ended up that he lived in a tenament building that was essentially a crackhouse. there were 2 cops sitting in the parking lot, elderly people fighting downstairs, and a 1 year old baby who sat in the hallway and watched as we smoked. someone wrote "no smokin crack plz" on the wall in sharpie marker. my friend and i made up some dumbass excuse to hit the blunt and get the hell out of there as fast as possible.
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oooh bad boy :p
 
I saw someone try to ride out a staph infected miss with crack cocaine. On the 7th day people MADE him go to the E.R. He woulda' died within 6 to 12 hours. He had EXTENSIVE disfiguring surgery. He still SHOOTS dope.

I saw a girl eat dog shit for CRACK. I saw a guy lick a PITBULLS anus for CRACK.

I have SHARED needles, Luckily by the grace of GOD I am disease free. I've seen other people SHARE needles. I WITNESSED someone pull a half PLUNGED RIG out of an UNKNOWN persons arm that was O.D.ed and PROCEED to shoot the bloody MESS into their own bloodstream.

I've witnessed countless O.D's. I have seen a few tossed into a dumpster instead of being rushed to the hospital. Lucky ones got tossed out of a car that was doing 40 in front of an E.R. I have seen MOTHERS, BROTHERS, SISTERS, and COUSINS crying at numerous funerals. I have CRIED in front of HUNDREDS as I tried to describe the loss I felt at some of those funerals. Before, during, and AFTER them I would do enough dope to kill 10 people, BEGGING GOD for a release from the slavery that is the HUMAN CONDITION.

I've laughed, loved, cried, hated, smiled, cut, slashed, smashed, destroyed, shot, injected, mourned, questioned, prayed...

This life...WHY do I live it? I've had the 45 with them hollows at my temple cause as JIMMI once said, "I gotta get outta' this place..."

Sorry if this was a bummer on a light hearted thread. Just something I needed to get off of my chest.

REMEMBER KIDS...Don't do DRUGS.

STOP PROHIBITION...IF DRUGS WERE LEGAL I/WE wouldn't have 95% of the problems we are faced when our lives are destroyed by our addictions. I HATE the fact that the society that we live in has turned drugs into a MORAL dilemma instead of a personal HEALTH issue. My guilt DESTROYS me.
 
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