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

doing acid + ketamine in my apartment. me + my girl were with a friend, getting ready to go to a rave.

we had told this dude he could come with us, but my g/f changed her mind and said he couldnt come with us.

anyways were tripping so hard. my "friend" starts acting like a fucking psycho retarded version of satan if you can imagine THAT. He's chasing me around my apartment. I keep telling him to leave, but when I do that he starts squealing at the top of his lungs and writhing around on the floor, which is probably the most disturbing thing to hear while on acid and k.

anyways, it fwelt like he was psychically draining me and trying to kill me. every time he looked at me it was like pure evil. So i kept trying to get him to leave, but he would just keep squealing and being demonic.

Eventually I called the cops on him. I also ordered myself an ambulance, because at that time I was having a full blown panic attack and it felt like I was dying.

he runs out of the apartment. Medics and cops come. Theyre attaching BP monitors to me, which I thought was like me being implanted or something. The cops are being totall assholes.

I go to the ambulance and it feels like a helicopter ride to hell, panicking the whole time. We had to wait in the waiting room,, which was also very disturbing being on acid.

eventually we just left, as I decided if I was going to die I would do it at the rave. We went downtown to the rave and actually had a really good time for the rest of the night.
 
^ you win

that beats any of my dumb shit

i usually just end up way to high rapping/singing and dancing and hopping though some store or some shit like that and driving through town blasting my horn and peeling out every where

i ate datura one time and spent a few days in the hospital tripping hard

od'd on dope a bunch

running from narco's in baltimore
 
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yeah that kind of thing has actually happened to me a few times.

I OD'd on a bunch of psychedelics and e and spent the whole night in the hospital about a week after that...
 
yo_bot said:
^ you win

that beats any of my dumb shit

i usually just end up way to high rapping/singing and dancing and hopping though some store or some shit like that and driving through town blasting my horn and peeling out every where

i ate datura one time and spent a few days in the hospital tripping hard

od'd on dope a bunch

running from narco's in baltimore
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LOL I got my high swagg onnnnn......

walkin thru bodegas grillin back at the hatin ass chicks with they kids in there lol. Gettin all doped out n walkin with a glide in my stride and a dip in my hip, feelin good feelin great, talkin to people on the street and its like every where I go they all wanna kno WHO DAT Cuz i got that internal smile that gives me the ultimate swagga and niggas can tell that I am on my grind and more than you average hood rat.



That aint no crazy experience tho, juzt commenting on the way u get when under the influence and that wonderful feelin of not caring, make up a lil song as y ou go along about wat your doin, or driving crrazy for the fun of it, All that is things i have done too so i guess its jus a co sign. More REAL crazy stories plz;)
 
drug misadventures

I just got out of rehab, and some of the people there had the funniest stories about shit they've done on drug or in pursuit of drugs.

One guy smoked a piece of drywall he found on his floor because he thought it was crack.

Another guy broke into his friends house and took all of his parent's meds, and ended up taking a whole bottle of estrogen.

Some kid snorted a line of Ajax because someone sold it to him as coke.

If anyone else has some good stories to share, then lets here them
 
this will be moved to drug culture I daresay?

i love threads like this
 
chucky.y said:
i went to a rehab for minors though, so there weren't any IV drug users.
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Just because it's for minors in no way means that nobody would shoot up.

And I can't even begin to name the stupid shit people did when I was younger. In middle school these kids I knew would smoke some weed then choke each other until they felt a head rush, probably to this day the dumbest thing I've heard of anyone doing. Other then that, just the usual trying to get high on household items, smoking pills, etc.
 
^ someone I knew sold oregeno to some kid, he smoked it and offered it to me..i told him I was too high to hit it. but he said he was blazed and had bloodshot eyes. wierd8)
 
chucky.y said:
Another guy broke into his friends house and took all of his parent's meds, and ended up taking a whole bottle of estrogen.
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I laughed when I read that. Once I was hanging out with a friend at my place, and he picked up a box of pills and asked what they were (probably hoping he could get high from them). I told him they were my hormones, and he quickly dropped the box to the floor! :D

I haven't had any serious misadventures, luckilly. Got reliable sources.
 
One time a good friend of mine and I had an interesting night in the projects. First, we took a bunch of ambien and smoked a joint on a soccer field enclosed by a 20ft fence. Unfortunately, a car quickly pulled up outside and these dudes come out, yelling at us from the other side of fence. In our bewildered state, we simply stare at them until they lock the fucking gate, return to their car and speed away. After that, we were forced to climb a 20ft chain-link fence stoned on ambien.

Of course, once out the best thing to do next was to take more ambien, which we swiftly did. After that started kicking in, I decided to pull out my bottle of vodka. We had some swigs and it occured to us that, being in the projects in a large American city, we ought to be looking for PCP.

Well, we met some black dudes and few girls. This one girl took to me and I shared my vodka with her, sending myself into a black-out. Instead of buying PCP, though, which these pranksters didn't have, I settled on some crack.

I woke up the next morning on the steps of a church with a vial of crack in my pocket, an empty bottle of vodka, an empty bottle of ambien, and a bit of coke. I walked several miles back to my house and ended up snorting coke off of a rock in the park outside my building.

Later that morning I was forced into a hospital for alcohol detox by parents. I left at around 2:00Pm that day to facilitate a drug deal with a guy I had never met before. Within 24 hours I was in a psych ward. Long story...
 
A little over a year ago my girlfriend and I developed a pretty nasty crack habit. There was one dealer that we were getting 'close' with. We went to his place, got some goods and skedaddled.

He had an offer, where he'd give us plenty of crack, if we would get naked, and have sex on video cam for him (we're a lesbian couple.) This night we took him up on his offer.

I have never smoked so much crack in my life. Jebus knows how much we smoked. I am very ashamed that I exposed myself like that, but shit, free drugs, just for getting naked and banging the one I love? Whatever man, it's not like I can take it back...:|
 
Prescription fraud.

OK this is not only my craziest drug story but also my craziest story in general!

It was a saturday, around 5:30 pm. I walked into the pharmacy to pick up a script for my at the time usual 120 Roxicodone 30's. I went to the counter and gave them the script, they seemed to act normally but I did notice that they kept looking at the door and would be staring at me when I looked up, but I didn't think anything of it. About 5 mins later a man with a leather lacket and avaitor sunglasses stepped into the store and stood over by the counter, then the pharmacist said in a weird loud sounding way "sir, your medication will be ready momentarily" right after she said that the man in the jacket oushed me against a wall and tried to handcuff me. I foung him off for a little while until I noticed he was a cop, so I let him arrest me. I was told I was arrested for prescription fraud, a serious crime that I had never comitted, I was scared shitless because I though prescription fraud meant they knew I would sometimes use my pills for fun. I found out later that a dentist with a very similar name to my doctor and apparently a similar code on his prescription pads, had called and reported a pad missing. They had mistook my script for on from the stolen pad and thus thought I was a criminal.

So yea I was very scared, but this story also turned out to be the story of my best deal on drugs ever! The pharmacy was so embarrased about the incident that they gave me my script for 120 Roxi 30's for FREE! I had also had a script for Amoxicillin that they also gave me for free. So no bad, 3600mg of Oxycodone for free? Considering those pills go for $dont post prices a pice on the street (so ive been told)!

O yea and the cop didn't even apologize to me, the guy at the station just said it was a routine mistake and acted like it was my fault.
 
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this might not be crazy, but im just really glad it worked out

i hide my bud in a vcr slot if it's a small amount (<8th) and i rolled all of what i had into a joint, and stupidly decided to put it in there. it was lying easily accessible until i tried to get it out and it fell deeper into the tv. anyways i just spent the last five minutes shaking the tv all around trying to find where the fuck it went. luckily i just grazed my fingers over it, and after another five minutes i got it out! now i'm going to go blaze!

cheers and a BUMP

EDIT: as i go to the jacuzi at my apartments complex to enjoy a joint and a cig. i get to the pool, and just as i'm about to start here comes my dad after me, so i gotta go open the door to let him into the area, i grab all my shit (1 cig, 1 joint, 1 lighter, eyedrops) i toss it all into the nearest bush as fast as i can, barely fast enough, and go to open the door. eventually it let to a pretty cool discussion on rock and just music in general (a lot about pink floyd, foreigner, rainbow, etc) which was pretty interesting. finally he left which allowed me to enjoy my bud.
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chucky.y said:
i went to a rehab for minors though, so there weren't any IV drug users.
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what kind of place do you live in?

I live in suburbia outside of a city thats not even really known for heroin, but damn, i know high school kids that shoot up oxy and heroin....

Crazy stories....

Any festival or large gathering of drug users is always interesting.... My first psytrance festival consisted of chilling with a bunch of hippies in some beautiful countryside and just tripping utter face for 3 days.... It was a weekend of designer drugs, mushrooms, and pot.... Managed to entertain myself with a teddy gram blanket on DOM for what must have been 5 hours.... Met a stripper, and she turned out to be one of the funniest people i have ever met. After 3 days of tripping, the people with 2 large nitrous tanks carted them to the top of a grassy field and just started giving balloons away for free, open tanks.... Probably not a great idea to give as many people as much nitrous as they wanted.... We were all lining up and having nitrous huffing races to see who could maintain the highest amount of coordination....

I survived on 2 pancakes, innumerable oranges, pop rocks, pixie sticks, nitrous, pot, mushrooms, and designer drugs for 3 days....

I was e-tard defined at my first rave.... Some girl tried to teach me how to do a figure 8 with glowsticks, and i couldnt get the simple wrist movement if it killed me... it took about 10 seconds when i came down to figure it out... In comparison i wasn't the farthest one gone that night, i think the girl running around nearly naked took the cake... She was very drunk because she got into a drinking match with someone.... I wouldn't challenge her, really because i have never been able to drink so much that clothes started to fall off and ive experienced alcohol poisoning....

I stepped into a camp fire on salvia bare foot wearing shorts..... got tackled out of the fire, broke a tent on the way down.... All the while experiencing my death and judgment in the form of a talk show..... I limped into the CVS the next day, picked up some gauze, iodine, tape, and band aids... I go to check out and the woman at the register ask "who has the boo boo?" and i just point to myself and she asked me what happened, and if it was a skateboarding accident. Keep in mind that i have been camping for 3 days, not had a shower, swam in a questionable lake, been drinking, smoking through a lot of pot, dropped acid, and stepped into a camp fire on salvia. Needless to say, i look like shit. I just told her very straightforwardly, "stepped into a camp fire" and left without any other explanation as to why i stepped into a camp fire...
 
I never have to much of the crazy experiences besides ending up in different cities and shit. If i do have some i can never remember but, the one that sticks out was one time like almost a year ago, I tripped on acid all day, and once i came down i chugged a good amount of beers and bumped 3 Xanax bars. All i remember after that was going out to eat some wings and woke up in a car in ohio, on the way to Chicago with 40 bucks on me. haha, good times
 
deaf eye said:
i was in amsterdam with my brother
besides the usual a~dam smoke outs
my brother picked up fresh mushrooms

he ate some
i was like let me try one
then im like give me another one
wow these things taste good and im feeling better the ecstacy

its raining
im not using my umbrella
im loving the city trams and just on top of the world

we had to catch the train to get back home to eindhoven
so we made our way to the central station

i got the bug eyes going , im smiling, all the sudden
every guy that passed me
looked just like my dad

all the sudden some mean assed fiend yells
what the fuck you looking at man!!!!>???
pulls out a blade
i cower behind my brother
and push him like real fast away from this nut

he passes me cursing and full of bad vibes
then he leaves for good
i was so out of it
i could find no way of explaining bro im trippin out leave me alone

then for the rest of the trip
i get all introspective thinking about mortal enemies
how he could of stabbed me and that would be that
the train comes
i find safety in my seat

after the train rolls out of the station
the conducter says some shit in dutch to me
i look up with huge tripping eyes
and she just lauphs at me

my brother handles the tickets
we get home safe
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nice story , something in it really catches the vibe of the netherlands (maybe the conductor in the train in contrast to the crackhead)


whatever kudos i like your writing
 
One time my friend and I attempted to buy PCP in the ghetto. My friend offered a seemingly homeless man $30, which he took off with. But the dude wanted us to follow for some reason. We wandered around the ghetto while he supposedly tried to find us PCP. Along the way we met a catholic woman who offered us the Bible and swore that this homeless man was Satan incarnate. He told her to fuck off and threatened to hit her. At some point the dude “vanished” and we sought revenge. We called him and he picked up, clearly fucked up on PCP. We offered him $50 if he would take a cab all the way downtown to meet us; we would pay for the cab. The dude bought it and was leaving angry messages asking “Where are you???” within the hour.

We spent the rest of the night and early morning on DXM and Xanax - both in the streets and at my friend’s house - staying awake via large doses of Provigil. I can’t remember what we did in that time, but the next morning around 6:00 AM we went out in search of weed. In preparation, we had taken large doses of Valium and Xanax and Provigil, along with a single cup of coffee which we split at a local diner. We wanted new weed sources, so we decided to approach high school students, having only recently graduated ourselves. We waited diligent outside a nearby school and when it opened we asked all the students we could outside. I eventually met some people who gave us a number.

Back at my friends house we each took a double dose of Xanax and Valium, drank 40 ounces of beer and smoked several hits Sour Diesel. When all of the drugs were fully kicking in, my friends parents stormed in to the room. My friend tried to talk to them, but they instantly accused us of being on drugs. They called 911 and I jetted. At that point I had no clue where I was, I had delusions about where my friend went, I saw full-on visual hallucinations and I could hardly walk. It was already night again, Somehow I managed to take the subway home, where I instantly passed out. I slept for 24 hours.
 
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