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

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

Haha, I have this friend named Jason who will do anything to get high. One night we were partying at this girl Andrea's house and Jason found a pill on the ground. Not knowing what it was, but desperate to get high, he busted it up and snorted it.

Turns out it was UTI medication that Andrea had dropped some time before. Jason almost shit himself when he went to pee and his piss was neon orange.
 
one time i woke up and took 6 carisopradol(bad speller) 350mgs for breakfast-___-......it was dumb(i had aquired a tollerance for it but. i hadent had it in a long time). i went to my school for a band camp thing and couldnt even walk strait.....even when i tried. but luckly by the time the instructor referd me to the laison officer/ principle i had straitened up enugh to walk and keep my eyes open and head up......and even say my abcs:)(really fast by the way) and they let me go after concuing that i was just tired or somthing?.....so i was like "phewwww" lol

i was really afriad i was gonna get kicked out of school........again..........because i had already been caught with weed and pills......i used to be the bigest dumbass in school. but turns out they couldnt prove anything and didnt try to hard to get me. so i felt lucky...........
ive doged about a million bullets....but that story wasnt that bad i just thought it was funny

yea idk this story was just on the top of my head for some reason.....i dont really remeber it all that well either

carisopridol is soma by the way.....and its the shit
 
Ahhh man somtimes i think theres too many to count but ill just talk about one time i was really scared cause i was close to getting my ass beat to a pulp.

This was years ago when i was more naive, i was chilling with my buddy at his house and his brother said he was going to go pick up a sack of shard, my friend and i were just about to smoke a bowl but it was just to sketchy, his brother proposes that we just go with him and smoke in his car, ah fuck it why not. (bad decision)

On the way there he begins to explain that hes not paying for it and that hes just gunna swoop on this kid.. i kinda start to freak out inside. i didnt like the idea at all i got pissed as fuck and was about to ask to be dropped off but i just lit up a cig and pretended i didnt kno what was going on..

we meet up with the fools. there not "kids" like he made them sound at all.
these fools are looking at my buddys brother really sketchy theres somthing about this that isnt right. He hops out the truck and walks up to the car. You can tell this guy knows somthing is up so he is being very careful. he slightly flashes the bag and asks for the money, the dumbass just grabs at the fools hand a pulls it out and stomps the gas. the kid clings onto the window of the car.. were going at least 40 45 mph thru a neighborhood now with a kid barely holding on NOT letting go.. hes just begging for us to slow down to let him off. i yell at my friend brother to stopp the fucking car but he didnt listen he was scared. he barely slows down to maybe like 25 mph and the kid lets go. as soon as he lets go the most horrific thing happened. the back of the car goes up and down real fast like we went over a fat speed bump. we just ran him over.

NOW my buddys bro decides to stop and he starts freaking out and crying n shit i turn around and these fools are RIGHT behind us the kid limping after our car. I scream "YOU FUCKING BOOK IT RIGHT NOW GO GO GO U FUCKING IDIOT DRIVE!!!" he takes off not knowing what to do. i just tell him how fucking stupid he is over and over. and how fucked he might be. we noticed the kid that got ran over got up and chased the car limping his leg. we only ran over his leg. but we also fractured it. we go to my friends house and im just cussing his piece of shit brother out. all for his stupid fucking sack. about 40 mins go by and were starting to relax. remembering that none of these kids know where he lives were chill.
we pack a bowl n smoke and right as were going out for a cig there is the most immense pounding on the door like a rhino runing thru the house. i run to the window. theres two trucks here and like 10 heads. "Fuck this, im leaving. u guys got me in this shit im getting myself out im not staying here"
i quickly go thru the backyard and jump over a few fences into some orange groves. i go deeper into the groves and sit down and try to relax. my hearts beating out of my chest.. when i hear
"Oh this way.." im thinking "wtf?" i turn around and look down the aisle to see three mother fuckers have saw me and followed me! I start running like fucking lightning. Im out the orange groves running down a neighborhood now. there gunna pop out any second and see me i have to find cover i figured. i see a house with lawn mowers..
*i duck behind their car* "Theres some fools that wanna beat my ass i need your help" the nice mexican guy tells me to hide behind the porch of the house and he'll cover me. i did. im peaking thru the bushs theres 4 people walking down the street and a truck following..
i dont move, actually barely breathing.
The lawn mower was a tough mother fucker. he had gang tattoos all around and behind his neck and ears. he offered me a knife. i thought he was kiding. he wasnt. i just told him im not about to stab someone today.
he told me that he was gunna stop them and that well have a 1 on 1 i liked that idea but then i thought "WTF? im not even supposed to be in this situation right now" so i just said no. Thank god for that guy.

I got picked up as soon as those guys were out of sight.
if it werent for the lawn mowers idk what woulda happened.
 
methamphetamine both times.

1st time. We decided it was a good idea to take a 2 1/2 tonne army truck at 3am and throw artillery simulators down the streets of residential areas.

2nd. We though taking a Leopard tank for a drive to town was a bad ass idea. A cop tryed to stop us, the gunner just traversed the turret towards the cruiser. he stopped and turned around. that was lulz.
 
methamphetamine both times.

2nd. We though taking a Leopard tank for a drive to town was a bad ass idea. A cop tryed to stop us, the gunner just traversed the turret towards the cruiser. he stopped and turned around. that was lulz.

Dude I've had so many dreams about doing that to the boys in blue its not even funny loll.

I once took around twenty mgs of clonazepam and a few mgs of xanax and blacked out completely. I woke up in the county jail in a holding cell all by myself with no guards working the office it was next to. Very confusing.

The next day they transferred me to a cell where I spent a lengthy process bailing myself out.
 
I suppose this qualifies as a drug misadventure...

Yesterday I sent a soppy/needy txt to my boyfriend, saying I want a cuddle. Turns out the txt accidentally went to one of my dealers instead! His name was right below my boyfriend's name on my contact list. I immediately got a reply from the dealer saying "I don't do that shit." :o
 
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haha, the DND up here is awesome. unless you fuck up MAJOR (rape, murder, child abuse that kinda stuff) they're tends to be very minor penalties handed out....we all got a 110 dollar fine from our CO at a summary trial.
 
the first time i took mushrooms my friends and i were in a friends garage doing hot knives and heating the blades with a blow torch so as it was my turn to take a hit instead of turning off the blowtorch or moving it away from me i just turned it around and bent down to take my hit
now two things thing i had hair down to my chest as i was in full out hippie/stoner/head-banger mode then
and the shroomss were right about to peak and i kept hearing crackling sounds (i would later learn the crackling was very soft stativ from a radio

so i take the hit and as i'm exhaling i thought i smelt burnt hair (one of my all time biggest concerns then) and i immediately jumped to the conclusion that i'd torched the side of my head so i tell my friend s to run inside and grab either a electric razor or scissors and wen he asks why i started shouting insanely because i have no hair on the left side of my head! and if i don't shave the right side of my head right now someone will see it an freak out and i'll get us all busted so s and my other friend M start laughing their ass off and say k wait here we'll go look
i later found out they were actually considering lettimh me do this to myself as they were tripping to and i can't say i blame them
but they came out with a small mirror and showed me i was fine and unsinged
i'm trying to remember another mushroom trip that was also crazy and if i can remember enough i'll write it up
 
Ok so this happened last April when I was in high school. Me and my homie always go off campus during lunch to smoke chewy and snort coke and smoke weed etc . This 1 day though we go and hot box his car and as we head back toward our school we see 3 people we know and pick them up. They were underclassmen and couldn't go off campus during lunch and me and my homie in our fucked state of mind decide it's a good idea to pick them up. oh and did I mention the principal of the god damn school was trying to stop the other homies from leaving. So here we are rollin 4 deep with a zip of some bomb ass bud called afgooey or some shit like that and half a 8 ball of coke. Naturally we go smoke more bud and decide to go back to school as lunch is almost over. On our way back we see 2 fuckin pig mobiles and the principal on his walkie talkie we know the bacon is onto us so my homie who is driving tells the 3 ygz 2 bail the fuck out. They do and now we are going down the street and 50 lights us up long story short the cop takes us back to school and interrogates us separately about who's bud is this where did the coke come from and does that shit where you follow the pin with your eyes I pass by some miracle and my homie takes the wrap for the coke and bud. I haven't seen him since. I get suspended for being in a car with a drug dealer. They also caught 2 out of 3 kids who hopped out right away and catch the third 3 days later I don't know how that worked out. also another time I was thizzin off two of those clean ass fucking strong blue transformers and had to present a project in front of the class it was a fuckin German class you know how that went.
 
Honestly, I've never thought of this experience having anything to do with drugs, but now that I think about it, drugs were exactly what caused it to happen - in a way.

I was arrested in a stolen car. No I wasn't driving, and thank god I was in the back seat. Well, I won't go into the details of that night, because that night was fucked, being arrested for the 1st time, I was just like holy fucking shit. Anyways, wanna know why I happened to be in the car at that time?

Weed. I was dropped off from school in that car, about to go inside, my boys ask "yo you got work today?" I say no. They say "so wtf come blaze up". I agreed, ran inside, dropped off my bag, grabbed a gram of weed to pitch in, and off I went. We ended up getting in a chase around residential streets before we even got to roll up the spliff. Thank god when we finally got blocked in I opened the door a bit and tossed my weed outside. The driver booked it while the car was still rolling and it hit the back of an undercover car. What's funny is that, I was always telling my boy (the driver), that if he was ever pulled over in that car, and decided to run, he'd have to grab his school bag, because his name would be ALL OVER his work/paper/books. So, what he did was hop outta the car, pop the trunk, run in between our car and the marked cop car that was behind us, grabbed his backpack and just fucking BOOKED IT across a field and into a backyard.

Needless to say he was eventually found by the dogs.

Me and my other boy are being yelled at by a shit ton of cops, all with their guns on us, yelling at us to get the fuck out of the car and on the ground, so I get out, and lay face down (middle of fucking winter), I get pulled up and thrown on the sidewalk, apparently because I was too close to my boy. Then they didn't have cuffs for me, so I got this massive fucking pig with his knee jammed into my back holding me down for like 10mins (he slammed my face on the ice when he first got on me). And while this shit is going down we got a crowd of like 30 - 40 residents just staring at this shit going down. Fucking school kids, parents, babies, grandparents, for fucks sake! But it was one hell of a scene for a stolen car...there was like 3 undercover cars and 4 marked cars. God that was fucked up. And I was in...grade 11 at the time?


But ya, to this day, I think to myself, if I didn't think it was a good idea to go get high that day, I wouldn't have gotten caught then. But who knows, if it wasn't that day, it coulda been any other day now that I think about it..lol
 
tuesday I had an oil change for ma subaru, after the oil change I headed to my friends house to learn he had set up a ''run'' These ''runs'' consist of us flyin down 270 into rockville md to meet up with our lady, all went well and were back on the highway and my buddy is cookin up my oxy 80 for my shot, I saw an SUV outta the corner of my eye but thought nothing of it. about 4 seconds later I looked over to see that said SUV was indeed a police vehicle with the officer in the passenger side watching us prepping shots. I still think my heart skipped a beat, I looked back to see the officer smiling, focus his watch on the road and say something to the officer driving. I thought we were so fucked, at this point the sirens and lights come on and they went speeding off ahead of us. Im guessing they had a more important mission? Maybe they thought we were prescribed whatever we were injecting. Im still wondering why I am not in jail with pending drug charges.
 
Ok so this happened about a year ago when I was big into plugging my scripted kadians. I typed this out in my journal so i just grabbed it from there and changed it around a bit. I'm a fag/bi so i really don't mind plugging at all. This little story i don't think anyone believes when i tell it to them but whateverz it happened so i don't care. it's a little graphic So yea...

I am doin my usual butt plugging of mashed up kadian beads from the capsules. I take the kadian that I'm prescribed, I crush it up, mix it up real well with hot water, then I shove this ear flushing device (i know, should have gotten an oral syringe..) up my ass and blast a warm kadian enema into my rectum.

Usually it works real nicely, I get a good blast, feel fucked up and like I violated myself, but I violate myself a lot, others violate me, etc. But lately these enema's have hurt real bad cuz I got 3 hemorrhoids removed by scapulae from the chronic constipation ive been having about 3 days prior. When I got those hemorrhoids removed, I was on day 3 into opiate withdrawal and WOW it was one shitty feeling, like, I was getting butt fucked by a scapulae.

But anywho so I got this anus that is all scratched up getting new little hemorrhoid pollups and all and all is just not looking/feeling right, but is that going to stop me from the kadian enama? Of course not. :( it will hurt yes, but then im going to have 80 mg of morphine being blasted into my spongy rectum, i'll get to feel my opiate "warm blanket", and the baby inside me will stop crying.

So I shove it up there, and I want to shove it way up there this time because im doing more enema water/kadian caps than before, so I shoooove it up there, and then I squeeze real hard on the bulb part, real hard, and as usual it doesn't shoot to well. My ass has been in rough shape, it looks like shit... But then I give it a good fist squeeze after getting ahold of it real well, and POP some water shoots in and oh no, so does the top of the ear bulb piece..

I had covered it with prep h so it's nice and squirmy to glide past the hemorrhoid herpe looking things and this works to my disadvantage, apparently. I put too much of a fist force on the bulb because the whole plastic piece comes off and goes right by and up into my rectum, no probably past the rectum into the descending colon. Wherever it went, I couldn't feel it at all, all I notice is that im feeling kadian water drooling down the back side of my taint and nuts.

At that moment I hadn't even thought of the plastic piece actually going into my ass. I get pissed, this has happened many times before, an unsuccessful "shot", a bad booty bump, so like any "needle addict" would do im going to try and pull out and find the right vein. In this case I see a good deal of water in the bulb still and look behind me for the plastic piece, because I didn't stop to think that "hey that thing actually went up my butt". I just didn't feel it at all, I thought it had fallen off the bulb and was sitting in my boxers.

I try to hurry this up to not feel like im a little faggy, even though I am. I've had anal sex, big dick's penetrating my ass over and over again, but for some reason shooting the kadian enema feels like hardcore molestation, i always want to get it over and done with quickly. This isn't like the ram cram sex of a man handling me. I look for this plastic piece and can't find it, it's not on the floor or in my boxers likes it's supposed to be right behind me, that's because it is en route to my transverse colon little to my knowledge.

I did this shot right after I had a mammoth shit, which was the plan so I can have a nice clean runway for my warm water to flow. But this plastic piece, gone. Tear apart my whole room, getting more and more frustrated, thinking it must have flown off my boxers when I got up quick and it must have fallen under the bed, behind the dresser on top of the dresser into my shoes into the vent etc etc. Never does the thought cross my mind that this plastic piece could be IN MY ASS.

So im getting a flashlight, throwing around blankets and all the clothes in the dirty hamper, in search for a blood stained, kadian speckled white prep h. smeared plastic top to an ear syringe. But to no avail. I searched and searched, all I got is a bulb with a whitish lukewarm water and no top. I keep having thoughts of friends or family being like, uh.. whats this? And holding up this plastic bullet tip and me having no idea how to explain all the weird stains and smells wafting from it.

So after searching and searching i give up, I grab the bulb and SHOVE it hard up my butt past the bleeding hemorrhoid wounds and squeeze nice and hard, and the rest of the kadian goes into the rectum. Ahhhhhhh, it's done. But no the ahh doesn't last nearly as long, where the fuck is the plastic piece? I sit and think and think. I had some klonopin and xanies and adderall in me too, so my mind was to fogged and reved up to think, "maybe the plastic piece is in my shithole?!" so I just sit there, thinking, where could it be, did my dog eat it? Did it get caught behind the pictures? (check all the pictures. one falls and front glass piece shatters, cut myself while putting it back together...errr) and then about an hour later in a blink of a thought, duh it's in my ass.

Yes, it's in my ass, because I feel very uncomfortable down there, like a stomach ache only different, like obstruction different. Huh… no way… it couldn’t be. I don't feel that much pain, at least not enough that a plastic piece was in my rectum scraping the sides. So I do my research, learn all about how there aren't any pain receptors in your colon so you could have a knife up there and it could be slicing and dicing you up and you're not going to feel it until it cuts through your colon and blood starts seeping into your stomach and other organs.

I start freaking out, I start feeling sick. I puke. I feel , real nauseous, and I start thinking about how embarrassing it would be to go to the ER, and have this bulb piece be surgically removed from my ass and how it would be easy to figure out what I was doing.. and all the trouble and all the problems…

shit I got to get this thing out of my ass now. I press around on my abdomen and I swear, there it was, I could feel it on my lower left hand side of my stomach, this solid piece that is in there that I can rub. It's about 5 inches above the top of my thigh. I wonder if this is really it, I still wonder if it was, it felt like it… but does the colon go from the back towards the front or does it just stay in the back? I'm not sure. I sit all funny trying to get the plastic piece to go down my distending colon and then my rectum where I would feel it, then I would do little baby squeezes until the little guy would come out. No problem.

I think about posting on bluelight about my ordeal for some advice, but then thought about the pages of replies "hey homo dumbfuck, we're not doctors! you could puncture your colon and internally bleed and vomit up your intestines! You're going to die dude.. GO TO THE ER NOW!!"

I eat a bunch of food, I mean a bunch, and just thought fuck it i'll take my chances at having it get pushed out?.. I go to work and put up with the discomfort and come home, try to take a shit and I can't. Which isn't a big surprise i'm usually so constipated from the opies that i shit a brick (that really does look red) about once a month and that's all. So i wait through the next day and start feeling stomach pains and am getting freaked out and wondering if i should just get to the ER. I decide to take some laxatives and finally that night got to go to the bathroom. After a long waterfall of watery shit i feel something actually solid going along for the ride and then POP. just like it came in it comes out, and drops into the toilet. Man i was so happy... I thought it was a guarantee I'd get fecal obstruction and fuck shit up, literally. But no. Fun story huh? =D
 
Alright;; So my last rave.
The last outdoor rave of the season, it was HUGE.
It was just about to end, when me and two friends realized...
Our ride had left us.
We're sitting in the parking lot seeing if anyone was going our direction.
Nope, no one.
So we're sitting there with this DJ Slaughter House, his two nerdy friends, and this chick Nick-Tae.


So Nick went to the bathroom(porta potty) and came back 30 minutes later.
Sorry, I was sitting in there.
This is GONNA sound WEIRD.
But its SOO much warmer in there, me and my 2 friends run over there.
I fall asleep for awhile..
And so my friend woke me up when someone was screaming for us.
We go over to where the stage was and there's other people there too.
They're like, here. here's some blankets, you guys look like ur freazing nuts.
(We were wearing boy shorts(the panties) and a tank top, my friend Allison was wearing boy shorts and a bra.)

So we huddle up on the stage. I fall asleep, thank god.
And I wake up the next morning around maybe 7:00 A.m, to this huge mexican guy spooning with me. I was still rolling so i didn't give a fuck. haa.

Dj Slaughter House said thee funniest thing ever;; 'I got good news, and bad news... Good news is, I found water, bad news is... Well.. Its froozen'
hahaha. It was great. The weird thing is that he was digging through the trash can... hmm..?


And that night we were all cold huddled up, he was like 'Maybe if we all just started having sex... We'd be warm!!'
haah

That guy is now my bestfriend<33


haah.

There's some awesome stories on this shitt..
I love it!
Lol
 
My and my ex boy needed more meth and we called a hook up who we'd never got off before, so we'd never been to his house. I was on the phone with him and he was giving me directions.

What we didn't know at this point was that that phone was bugged. Through getting directions off this dude, I'd told the cops exactly where we were and where we were heading.

We were driving down a street and my ex just had time to get out 'fuck is that the jacks behind...' before the doors were ripped open and we both had guns in our faces, guns are drawn because my ex had a note on his record he was violent. We're both ripped out of the car and realise we've been completely surrounded my cop cars, there are prob 4 or 5 around. They throw my ex on the ground and are handcuffing him while they're questioning me.

The cop who's questioning me throws out 'are you working tonight?' - I knew what he was getting at, but I was shocked he'd think that of me so I ask him again and he asked 'so, you're a pro?' I knew this cop was just trying to get at me but it pissed me right off so I was going off at him and he says to me 'calm down, I'm just trying to be polite here.' Ha, polite! But eventually he gets a female cop to question me and thank god she was actually decent - she searched my bag - I'm shaking because there is a crack pipe and small amount of meth in there. But - there are decent cops out there thank god - she threw them in the bin without the other cops seeing and didn't say anything about it. She even returned my baggie of ativan to me! (For some reason I'd taken them out of their sheet and put them in a baggie).

So, in the end my ex got hauled away and locked up. By some coincidence we'd been pulled up just near another dealers house, so after the cops I left I saw him and scored, and went out with some other friends to get high. I have no idea why we didn't just go to that dealer's house in the first place.
 
This was a ridiculous story I had, hope my story helps people understand the dangers of taking benzos when your not experienced with the drug.
So this was a few years ago when I was still experimenting with different stuff. My friends mom had a stash of Libriums, I took like 5 of these decent benzos a few days prior and I liked it so I bought 20 libriums from him so I could have more for later. I took 8 of these to start, as I was beginning to feel the affects of it we raided his medicine cabinet for other stuff n found benadryl... around this part I black out so what happens next was according to my friend; I take a few more libriums n 10 diphens 25mg ea. I guess i was acting normal still so we decided to go pick up some weed. My friend says I was driving normally 1 minute and suddenly started driving all crazy n when we got to the dealer I fell out of the car thats when he took over n drove back to his house. I guess we were nearly passing out after we smoked the weed, then my friends sister hears some noise and comes to check it out.. she finds me in the living room in the dark and turns on the light - i stepped and crushed her baby kitten, then to add insult to injury i touched its blood and licked it.. she freaked out n woke up her bro and then a drugged up fist fight ensued, then i ran to the kitchen my friend thought i was gonna go for a knife so he grabbed a bat n ran after me.. he finds me in the kitchen talking to the oven. They get so pissed they end up driving me home all fucked up at the nic of dawn. This is when my memory comes back for a while I remember standing outside my house freezing cold not knowing where my car is or how i got home, but I didnt care i just want to get inside, turns out my keys r missing too, but of course I still have a bunch of libriums on me. I manage to get on my roof and climb in through my window... another black out after that I guess I must've eaten the rest of the libriums then next thing I remember is sitting around with a few of my friends they were asking me if i was ok and advicing i go home and go to sleep. Another black out... now my memory fully comes back my older brother is sitting by me in my room asking me what the hell did i take where is the car and why is there a dead kitten in the mailbox? I had a long next few days straightening everything out... learned my lesson though. benzos r strong shit, dont fuck with them unless u know exactly wat your doing.
 
my older brother is sitting by me in my room asking me what the hell did i take where is the car and why is there a dead kitten in the mailbox?

wow

haha this sotry is crazy and the story with the dude and a bulb stuck in this butt
 
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I believe my life is definantly far more interesting due to drug use, I've met lots of interesting people, had some incredible times, both good and bad. I can't say whether it turned at better then if I'd never had drugs. But god its been quite an adventure :).

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A few months back, before the nausea of Hbwr became to overwhelming to regularly indulge, we used to take 12 - 20 seeds each weekend, these were grown by a local ethnobotanist and not nearly as potent as strains I have bought online. One time we all decided to try 22 seeds each, the most we had ever tried. The night started cruisy, lying around listening to music, watching tv with the sound muted, chatting generally just enjoying ourselves. When about 4 -5 hours in 5 of us decided to wander into the city. On the journey there we ran into a broken down van on its way to a pub. We all ran up eagerly asking if the people required assistance. After pushing the van the rest of the way (10 metre's or so). We walked off ecstaticly informing each other every five minutes that we had helped someone. While it may not sound like much, it was one on the most rewarding expiriences of my life and we all still talk about it frequently to this day.
 
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