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

One night after chugging a 26oz botle of jim beam i decided to go out. Details are sketchy from here on out but i remember some parts.

I went to a bar and after a few drinks some guy did something to piss me off and at that point it coulda been looking in my direction. I remember beating on him for awile then walking out on the street. For some reason i decided to throw a garbage can through a macdonals window not far from the bar. After this i got really paranoid and ran up to the bus stop and got back to my hood.

After getting off the bus and not being quite drunk enough but pretty much out of cash i decided to come up with a way to get cash. Since i saw a guy walking down the side walk next to me i knocked him to the ground with one punch and demanded he give me his money. The guy got to his feet and took off as fast as he could and since the side walk was quite icy i couldnt catch up to him in the state i was in.

After this i decided to cause more mayham by trying to find a car to steal. Unfortunatly the only car i found with keys in it was a standard transmission and i can't drive one of those sober let alone drunk. I had found this car after smashing out the windows of a few cars with my elbow. Luckily i didnt drive that car that i found or i mighta been in deep shit.

Thats pretty much all i can remember of that night. The next morning when i woke up i spent half the day looking out the window ready to grab my wallett at the first sign of a cop car and go out the back and through the fence. Then to the airport and home sweet home.

How i never wound up in prison during those years i'll never know.
 
Smashed the windows out of multiple cars with your elbow? What steroids do you take and what is the armour plating in your elbows made of? Because when I tried punching out a small side window, I found that it isnt very easy and was left with a fractured hand (although it might have been a particularly hard window to break seeing as a brick swung by a large friend didn't even shatter it properly on the first shot). Spark plugs work best apparently (not that I condone theft, but there are legitimate reasons).
 
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.

Lol, I can imagine this in my German class. Just rolling balls like oh shit I have to leave "Ich muss sheiss in die WC jetzt!" or " I must shit in the toilet now!" and run out the door.

Me and my friends drop in at a roll party just to see what was going on and our pills end up kicking in while we were there so we decided to stay for a little bit. We were all talking and shit just listening to music with all these people. All of a sudden I had a bad feeling so I walk outside and somebody shouts "fucking cops run!" and before I know it I had just jumped over a foot fence and landed in barbed wire. I ripped my pants into hell and started running faster than a fucking leopard down this road. I take a sharp right and I see this house that I had been to before and I saw someone walking into it so I asked if I could go in there too. We got about 15 of us in there we were all laying on the ground and shit. Cop's were shining spotlights through the windows and shit. 6 in the morning the owner of the house burst through the front door covered in blood with his clothes barely hanging onto him. The cops chased him for 4 fucking hours.

So another night a lot of my friends and I arrive at a roll party (at that house that I told you I ran too). We purchased over 70 pills altogether, some pretty bomb shit too. So I arrive and my friend introduces me to a girl that is fucking awesome, I pop 2 of my pills as soon as I get there.

So pretty much i'm sitting around talking to my friends who were all rolling and chilling with this girl. One of my boys comes back and says "Fuck dude I was in the back room smoking with these guys and they said they are going to steal all our shit when were dancing." After he says this my pills are smacking me in the face like you wouldn't believe. We sit around for half an hour talking about how were going to get the fuck out of here, but there is no place to go and were all rolling balls. So finally this chick stands up and says "Everyone get in the cars were going to my place." I'm like fuck yes and jump in the back seat of my friends expedition.

Were cranking techno the whole way there and keeping a keen eye out for any Police. So finally we get there and i'm the first one in the trailer, first thing I see is a guy laying on the ground with a chick on top of him giving him a back rub. They were all looking at me like "WTF???" until the girl that lives there comes up and then they were all cool with it. We had like 20 people in this trailer and 10 of us are in the back room sprawled out on the bed. I'm talking to the badass girl that I had just met and we notice that we are like the same person, we have all the same favorite bands and are interested in the same things, have the same life and everything. It was the best I had ever felt in my life, we talked for hours and hours and we were just all hanging on each other it was the best.

So were all good in the back room when we hear that the cop's are coming. Me and all my best friends run outside and we see like 5 cops at the top of the road coming down turning their headlights on and off. So we start jumping over all these fences, theres a fucking dead cow in the field that were running through. There was like 10 of us running from cover to cover trying not be to seen by the cop's. We were just about to the trees and one of my friends trips and lands right on his face and we cant help but to laugh our asses off.

So we find ourselves out in the middle of a fucking desert sitting on top of a huge hill watching the cops at the end of the road. I thought we were all good so we start smoking a little bud. This sent me over the edge, I started tripping balls seeing trees popping out of the ground and flowers growing everywhere. We get a call from the people at the trailer saying that the cop's left so me and a couple of my friends started heading back. (If I would have been in my right mind theres no fucking way I would have went back but by this time I was tripping balls.)

On the way back I keep seeing these huge ass fences that are blocking our way so we walk like half a mile till we didn't see them anymore. We get back to trailer and a couple of us go back outside to see if we can find the people that took off. While we are out there were seeing these huge ass chainlink fences and kickball fields it was weirding me out. So I head back to the trailer and try falling asleep when I hear someone getting on the roof. Next thing I hear is a knock at the door. I knew it was the fucking cops. Fucking cop walks in the front door yelling at people to stop what they are doing and sit the fuck down. He comes in the back room and gets all of us in the front room and starts asking for names and ages. Next thing I know my fucking Law Enforcement teacher walks through the door. First thing he does is puts me in handcuffs and sets me in the back of his car. My dad comes and gets me. I go home and fall asleep. I wake up the morning thinking that it all had to of been a dream. But no.

I still don't know what fully happened that night. It was all so hazy especially when I couldn't tell the difference between hallucinations and reality.

I have another story about me running around in a field for 2 hours tripping on bomb ass mushrooms thinking that the moon was a planet hitting the earth, seeing army's invading my town, seeing them with flashlights walking through the fields coming after me as I crawled away as fast as I could trying not be seen. Crawling underneath barbed wire fences as fast as I could ripping my shirt off, fucking my pants up from crawling in cow shit. I thought I was a Jew running from Nazi's. Finally ended up dying right there in the field and passed to a second reality. I thought I experienced death and now I was in the afterlife. Found out later that I didn't really die! :)
 
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The summer after my senior year in high school (when I was 15/16) led to some crazy stories, and the semester after it led to even more.

2CB had just hit town HARD, and everyone I knew was looking for any excuse to take it . For two of us, the excuse was seeing a movie in a small town 20 miles from where we lived. We get into this town with an hour and a half to kill. My friend and I split a pill (of unknown dosage) up the nose while pulled over on the side of the road, and get on our way, looking for a legit place to camp out for a bit and get nice and stoned. We do so, and pull onto this crazy-looking but navigable patch of dirt "road" in my explorer with some effort. Bear in mind that it is sunset at this point.

We're coming up on the 2C-B, the burn from my nostrils through my throat is starting to fade, and the bowls are catching up to me. We look at the clock and realize we have half an hour before the movie. Just after this realization, we look around, and see what looks like a car going straight down a mountain. We keep waiting for it to turn away from us, but it continues coming, eventually passing us, and becomes recognizable as an average New Mexico backwoodser on an ATV.
Bear in mind that it is dark at this point and that my engine and lights are off.

Just as he passes by, I decide, for some reason, that it would be a good idea to leave. I turn on my engine and lights. He notices us for the first time, and gives us the strangest look, like "Why the fuck would you go here in that?", and goes on his merry way.

Turns out, psychedelics can be a little disorienting, especially in an unknown area at night.

I tried to make it out, but couldn't quite remember which way I had come in. This led me to drive through an intense ATV course in an explorer at night on drugs. I was driving through fields of cacti and other nastiness, constantly wondering how my tires were all still inflated. Eventually, I lost the ATV course, and was just driving through ghetto ass back yards. After a while of thinking we were definitely going to die, be it from flipping, hitting something, getting shot, or worse, getting arrested, I had the presence of mind to get out of the car and check out the situation. After a quick survey, I came to the conclusion that I only needed to go over the top of this hill that I, in my altered state, had assumed was a cliff on the other side. After one last heroic gasp of the engine, we crested the hill, went back onto sane roads, and saw what was probably the most enjoyable movie I have ever seen in a theater. I can't even remember what it was, but I was happy enough to be alive that I couldn't stop grinning through the whole thing.

Later on, I had just found a connect for blow that wasn't complete crap (but, in retrospect, was nowhere near the top of the totem pole), and was going through a friend he entrusted his business to while out of town. We meet him at a park during the time of the day when cars at parks aren't a beacon of sketchyness. I walk up to the car, hand him money, he hands me shit.

Right as the bag of drugs enters my hand, a cop pulls around the corner with his window down, and spotlight shining directly at the back of the hand the drugs were in.

I shove my hand into my pocket as soon as humanly possible, whip out my phone, and say "thanks, man, I really needed this". The cop drives away. We drive away. I text soon thereafter from the middle man saying "I'm never meeting at that park again".

Still later on, my older brother (18 at the time, and also fresh out of high school) was hosting one of his "beer pong socials", which consisted of him and up to twelve other people (at least 80% male) sitting in my garage, playing beer pong, eventually yelling at each other, and leaving/passing out. What was strange about this is my parents somehow slept in the same house with these activities for three months with no knowledge of them. One day, shit's getting rowdier than normal, and the vibrations could be felt through multiple walls. As I tend not to drink, especially excessive quantities of piss beer, I am the DD for one of my friends that needs a ride home. He comes to me, and says "It's time for me to go home now".

I drive him home, and, as per custom, we sit in the car at a spot next to his house and smoke a bowl. He gives me some unexpected compensation for the ride home in the form of a line. As I sniff that, we get a call from one of the girls who was at my house that night.

"Hey, people were fighting outside and the neighbors came outside"
"Huh? Who? Is everything O.K?"
"I don't know. I'm 'in the field' right now, I'll call you back"
That was the last we heard of her for a few days.

I drop my friend off, spark a cigarette, and wonder what situation I could possibly come back to at my house.

I pull up, and thank any and all willing powers for the fact that I had smoked that cigarette after the bowl. There were four cop cars parked in my driveway. I pull up to my normal spot, get out of my car, lock the door, and walk towards the nearest officer, cool as a cucumber.

"Who are you?"
"I...live...here?"
"So, you just pulled up?""
"Yup"
"You have no idea what is going on?"
"Nope"
"Well... Maybe you should talk to your parents"

Turns out, my brother got into a fight with someone over the rules of the game, and had woken up two separate houses (neither of which were my own). One neighbor came outside, asked if everyone was alright, and told them to stop. The others didn't bother and just called the cops. Upon hearing this, everyone either booked it out my back yard or into my house and kept down. My parents awoke to the sound of the cops knocking on the door.

It may make sense to note that at this point in my life I was getting felony amounts of weed fronted at a time and the people who were helping me out were at the house at the time I left (they booked it through my back yard once word was caught of possible police involvement). I had mass amounts of paraphernalia/other illegal shit in my car and house, as did everyone else in the house (including my parents, which may explain their comfortable slumber in loud times). A pipe was in plain view in one of my dealer's cars, and a quarter pound of weed was in the trunk. Another car had an unconcealed pipe
My parents answered the door and talked to the cops, and denied them entry for about half an hour. Eventually they get another call, and all disappear.

Amazingly, not one person got even a ticket for anything that happened that night. Not even one pipe got confiscated.

There's one involving over 1mg of LSD and being subjected to 12 hours of one DJ because the rest of the people who were going to play were too fucked up to go through their set. I couldn't leave because the person who was driving my car (I was tripping on the whole 3 hour ride up, which caused another can of worms when trying to find my way out in the morning) had lost my keys in a massive field. Finding them, was, at this point, futile, because this person who lost my keys has a tendency to go to what he calls "V.I.P" parties. I now know that "V.I.P" is code for way too much drugs for way too few peoples. We were at such a party.
All 40 of us were staring intently at either the sky, the fire, or one of the simple Christmas decorations around the DJ booth, all the while listening to what I have learned to call "Splat" music. No matter what genre (tech-house, DnB, Dubstep, whatever) the somewhat coherent DJ would attempt would be dominated by a subdued high hat at just the right place in each bar to completely dismantle any building tension in the song, and stopped the music from going anywhere. By hour 8, my acid-induced euphoria had faded enough to notice how badly this music was scraping against my consciousness.

I call it "splat" music because instead of a "thump", "whoosh" , "boorroo boorroo" "bwowowowow" or "dunga" the only bass that came out of the booth was similar to the sound a ball of silly putty makes when thrown against a wall. Each song was seeped in this schizoid, synthetic, paranoid, self-resolving tension. I could go into it more, but if what I've already said doesn't make sense, then I doubt I could convey what I want to mean.

Anyway, my friend and I were trying our best to find our keys in the writhing grass until the sun came up. At this point we gathered as many of our fellow party-endurers as we could and searched the whole field in a grid. Eventually we found the keys that my dealer/driver had left in a remote corner of the field. I tried to leave.

The tripping kids didn't like that. They tried to get me to stay by any means possible. I told them I wanted to go and eat. They gave me food. I told them I wanted to go and get weed and come back. They didn't trust me. I told them I wanted to get my friend from town and show him this awesome party.

Eventually, they took their hands off of my steering column and let me go under the condition that I come back with someone else from town and a big bag of ganj. They took my two favorite CD's as collateral. I never saw those CD's again.

I drove out of the mountains like a bat out of hell, sleep deprived and still tripping slightly from the night before. My good buddy from high school (and later, college) who had been catching my vibe through this whole endeavor and I yelled "FUCK SPLAT" for about half of the drive back to my (our) home town. I got back into town, dropped him off, and went home.

I said "Hi" to my parents, took a shower, and proceeded to crash out from noon that day until ten the next morning. 22 hours. My parents thought I had left the house again that night and were most surprised when I got up at 10 even though I had, to their knowledge, been gone until the wee hours of the morn'.

I like to think I'm smarter now, in regards to where I drive under the influence of which thing to get and do what.

Fuck splat. And beer pong. And ATV courses. And cops. Especially cops.
 
When I was in my second year of college, I rounded up a group of my friends to go visit our friends that went away to college. At this time in my life, I started experiencing panic attacks and anxiety. My GP prescribed me some .25 xanax and told me to see a psychiatrist. My parents didn't approve, so I hadn't seen a psych yet. Since my anxiety was alot worse upstate (where the school was) I gathered together xanax from some friends. The xanax I got together were .5mg, 2mg, and the dissolvable Niravam.
So we were going out to a bar in Albany NY, and drank heavily before heading to the bar. I was pretty much blacked out before we even went out. I didn't know the effects of mixing alcohol and benzos until that night. The bar was crowded, so my friend asked if I wanted to go outside to be the lookout while he took a piss across the street. Well the police show up to the bar with a wagon since they were going to raid the bar. I thought it would be a swell idea to speak to the police. I don't remember much, so what happened was from what I remeber, and what my friends told me.
The police asked me for identification, but since I was under 21 I decided to give them my brothers i.d which I used at that time. I guess when they were asking about my i.d, I messed up and told them my name instead of my brothers, or maybe they just realized the picture was a little different. The proceed to search me, and find my bottle of pills. The officer opens it up, and I had a blunt clip in the bottle. He stomped it out and said he would forget about it. The bottle had my name on it, and I guess he didn't look into it much. So they took everything out of my pockets, and put it on the roof of their car. Everything then slowed down, and I decided to slowly take all of my stuff off of the cop car, put it back in my pockets, and leave. So my friends said that they see me putting everything in my pocket, so they figured I was off the hook. Once I had all of my stuff, I start walking away, and then begin to run. Well aparently I was so wasted that I was running straight into the outside wall of the bar. Once I realize this I start running along the side of the bar, but the police were easily able to cut me off. I got tackled from the side, and I was so light that the cop put me in a "full nelson" and picked me up, then cuffed me, and they we inside the back of the wagon. My friends signaled for a taxi cab at that time knowing that I was going to jail. So now I'm falling around in the back of the wagon since they didn't put the light on and were making alot of turns.
So I get to the station, and for some reason they cuffed my leg to the bench. I didn't wanna get a possession charge, so I ate the rest of the xanax that wasn't the specific mg that I was prescribed. One officer saw me doing this, so took the bottle away from me fearing that I was trying to kill myself. So the police start messing with me, telling me to ask out the secretary on a date, which I proceed to do. I blacked out even worse then, and for some reason was convinced that I was dropped off at the precinct by a helicopter, and was telling everybody that. I was also telling the cops that the cops from my hometown that know me were going to kick their asses. I was also yelling at all the other people that were locked up with me. I then start pulling on my leg that is cuffed to the bench, and the police as me what I was doing. I replied "hey did you ever see the movie saw"? (that only makes sense if you have seen it).
So now they dubbed me the name "Old School Crazy", and tell me its time for my mug shot. They asked me to take out my cartilage piercing, but I couldn't figure out how. They start yanking at it, until I finally suggest having a female do it, since they know more about it. My ear was now bleeding alot. So when they tell me to go in front of the camera for my mugshot, I couldn't even stand. So my mugshot was me with blood down the side of my big smiling face, with two police officers holding me up. Since they told me I was about to get my picture taken, I figured oh, I should be smiling for a picture I guess.
Next thing I know my friends show up, and I get released to them, with the officers telling them that I am crazy. I got back to the school at like 6am, and continued drinking.
When I went to court the next week, the charges got dropped since my only charge was false impersonation it was argued that the police had no business asking me for i.d if I was not inside of the bar, and not being charged with anything else.
That was the first of many benzo-blackouts.
 
Well this one is pretty funny but and friend and i decided that we should smoke some weed and go eat at subway. We start smoking mad bowls in the car and proceed to go eat. Everything felt pretty much like a normal high, being that i smoke everyday. After I make my order i go over to where the drinks are and right when I'm about to fill up a drink I hear a smash on the floor. My friend who was ordering completely blacked out on the floor and the people working at subway are all telling me to turn around and help him. I am completely faded and starting to trip out pretty bad cause it looked like he was dead with purple lips and his leg was twitching uncontrollably.

I manage to wake him up and sit him down and he says he's feeling weird and needs to sleep but blacks out again on the chair. Next thing I know i start to experience something i have never felt before. Like it felt i was on the verge of the most intense rush/ high ever and it seemed like colors were all faded and black and white patterns were appearing everywhere. Next thing I know is I tell the people working at subway I"m not feeling good at all and BAM i fall face forward and hit my face against a table and black out. It seemed like a second even though it wasn't and i wake up with people asking what drugs we toke and what the fuck we were on. I couldn't really respond and just was kinda babbling all we did is smoke weed wtf. I try to stand up and lose all balance and fall forward again and go out for a little. The people at subway were worried shitless but they said to just chill and we wont call the ambulance cuz we told them not to. 2 min. later we hear Sirens coming down and 2 ambulance and a cop show up. We end up telling them off and saying were fine but it was intense as fuck. I also admit to the cop we just smoked pot and luckily nothing really happened.
 
i was in a motel right by mexico. i had a couple different things with me... but most importantly i was almost out of dope. i cooked up the last of it thinking "this is going to be a big shot" well i finish up... i take 4 steps... collapse onto the second twin bed. i wake up an hour and a half later to the manager banging on the door telling me i had to check out. i wake up and try to stand up and collapse. i realize my right leg is completely numb. not tingly numb. dead numb. i drag myself up and drag my way over to the door leg draging lifeless behind me. i open the door a little bit and say im sorry i fell asleep ill be out in 5 minutes. i close the door and begin trying to beat life back into my leg. it doesnt regain any feeling and i start to worry a big. i drag my way around the room to clean up. i grab the rest of my things and make my way back to the bed. i call a friend that lives in that area to come pick me up because i still couldnt move my leg. he comes and checks me out for me. i get into his car. i realize my leg is slowly regaining feeling. im happy. i nod out the rest of the 20 minute car ride to his house
 
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.

fucking pure win.. 2 bad a kitten had to go but fuck i couldn't help but laugh at the last part.
 
I took mushrooms with 2 other friends, who were friends but not really trippers (although the main character of the story had tripped a couple times before but not with me.) We were also with 3 other people who were just going to be smoking weed that night.

We head out to this great spot overlooking the bay area in the berkelely hills one of my friends knew about. We took our mushrooms in the car. About 10 minutes later we got to the base of the mountain, we start hiking up this hill. My friend didn't warn us how steep and narrow the walk was going to be and about 20 mins up the hill i start feeling short of breath as the mushrooms start to come on, I stop for a couple mins and told them i need to chill out. So after about 5 minutes we continue on our way finally making our destination after 40 minutes and about an hour into the trip. Everything is finally Ok and we were listening to Mars Volta and all of a sudden i started feeling it coming on and for the first time ever i puked on mushrooms and I thought the music was mocking me so i told my friend "Turn that shit off right now." After a good solid puke i started feeling better. About 2 hours into the trip we start to head back down the hill. Not all of us had flashlights.

As we head back down these narrow walkways we were good for about 10 mins then all of a sudden we see one of the other guys who was on shrooms slip and start sliding down the hill, he slip about 20 feet down the hill and then stopped, all of us looked over shocked and we hear from him "HOLY SHIT THIS IS SOME FINAL DESTINATION SHIT RIGHT HERE." Immeadiately when he said that i thought he got impaled by something, and paramedics were going to have to somehow get him off this hill. Mind starts running wild and paranoia dominates the trip. He then follows with "SHIT i just missed this fence by like 2 feet" We could see the fence he was talking about that wrapped around and i guess he luckily slid under it with the edges staring him down in the face. Two of the stoners went to help him out and after about 20 mins of dealing with that we got him out ok, we had other plans that evening but based on that omen we just decided to call it a night.
 
i was hanging out with 2 dudes and a chick, i'll call them jay, zack, and becky. me zack and becky were hanging out with jay because he was smoking us up and we wanted to smoke all his weed. we were walking around smoking in various places. eventually we went into some woods where there was a trampoline.

at some point jay says "i wish i had this trampoline."

we went over to the trampoline and jumped on it for a while then sat down. i made a bullshit statement: "my father owns the zicam corporation." totally stupid thing to say.

jay eats it up, his eyes light up and he goes "OH REALLY?"

i say "ya, i have seven houses in various parts of the world. jay, we should go to my vacation spot in florida!"

jay: "that sounds awesome!"

meanwhile zack and becky are fucking somewhere out of sight.

me: "my dad buys me and my friends motorcycles. we should ride some bikes!"

jay: "ya!"

me: "my dad buys me prostitutes and jetpacks. we should fly jetpacks and bang whores!"

jay: "awesome!"

i text zack: "we're robbing jay, follow my lead and agree with the shit i say."

they come over.

me: "zack, tell jay how awesome my jetpacs are!"

zack and becky: "ya, awesome blah blah blah!"

me: "jay, do you want this trampoline airlifted to your house? my dad might be able to arrange something!"

jay: "hell ya!"

me: "i'll call him right now."
(fake phone call) "dad, my friend needs one of your choppers to airlift a trampoline to my friends house. think you can do that? yah? ok? alright, got it."

me: "jay, my dad says he can do it but he needs 50 dollars for the fuel."

jay: "i only got twenty"

me: "that'll work!"

me zack and becky sent jay walking off in the woods, took the 20 and bought a bag of bud.
 
im sorry but jay must have been fuckin retarded.

i was hanging out with 2 dudes and a chick, i'll call them jay, zack, and becky. me zack and becky were hanging out with jay because he was smoking us up and we wanted to smoke all his weed. we were walking around smoking in various places. eventually we went into some woods where there was a trampoline.

at some point jay says "i wish i had this trampoline."

we went over to the trampoline and jumped on it for a while then sat down. i made a bullshit statement: "my father owns the zicam corporation." totally stupid thing to say.

jay eats it up, his eyes light up and he goes "OH REALLY?"

i say "ya, i have seven houses in various parts of the world. jay, we should go to my vacation spot in florida!"

jay: "that sounds awesome!"

meanwhile zack and becky are fucking somewhere out of sight.

me: "my dad buys me and my friends motorcycles. we should ride some bikes!"

jay: "ya!"

me: "my dad buys me prostitutes and jetpacks. we should fly jetpacks and bang whores!"

jay: "awesome!"

i text zack: "we're robbing jay, follow my lead and agree with the shit i say."

they come over.

me: "zack, tell jay how awesome my jetpacs are!"

zack and becky: "ya, awesome blah blah blah!"

me: "jay, do you want this trampoline airlifted to your house? my dad might be able to arrange something!"

jay: "hell ya!"

me: "i'll call him right now."
(fake phone call) "dad, my friend needs one of your choppers to airlift a trampoline to my friends house. think you can do that? yah? ok? alright, got it."

me: "jay, my dad says he can do it but he needs 50 dollars for the fuel."

jay: "i only got twenty"

me: "that'll work!"

me zack and becky sent jay walking off in the woods, took the 20 and bought a bag of bud.
 
Jeez, where to start....

I guess one of the craziest was shimmying up a tree on the side of the dancefloor at an eclipse trance party on the border of Zimbabwe to do some stiff bumps of K on a wooden platform about 6 metres up in the air. The crazy part was looking down to see a bunch of cops settling down to drink a few beers at the bottom of the tree.
 
Me and a buddy were on r way to grab a couple bundles of H and we did. Being the junkies that we r had to stop at a parkin lot to get high. I got 4 bags ready for myself and banged em then got 4 ready for him. As soon as I slammed them in his vein for him KNOCK KNOCK on the window of my truck was a local cop saying put ur hands on the steering wheel. They rolled up behind us. We were too fukin eager to pay any attention to what was goin on around us. CAUGHT RED HANDED !! ahhhh!!!
 
stupidity

this story shows how desperately stupid people can get when looking for oxys...

so my boyfriend at the time was out scoring from our friend N when he meets this shady young gentleman on a bike. N is a twacked-out looking motherfucker so the bike kid stops and starts talking to N and my boyfriend, as they are outside smoking a cigarette. the topic of pills comes up.

the kid tells my boyfriend he can get ocs for a good deal and gives my boyfriend his number. the next night we're trying to score and my bf remembers the new kid he just met the day before. he calls him.

kid says he can get some in awhile, we wait for him to call back, eventually he has us meet him at some hookah bar. he's on his bike cuz he doesn't have a car. before we even go to meet him, my boyfriend says on the phone "no offense man, but I don't know you, so I need to have the pills in my hand before I give you the money" we show up he's on foot and his friend with the pills isn't there yet so we wait

we're waiting in my bf's truck when the kid says his friend is almost there and comes to get the money. i remember thinking shit don't give it to him yet! but my boyfriend did. my bf and i get outta the car thinking there's no way we can lose sight of this guy he's standing right next to us!

kid goes inside the hookah bar and my bf and i are still waitin outside.. about twenty seconds later we're like shit... where'd he go? and go inside. dude in the bar says he must be in the bathroom, so i check it out. bathroom is empty. the fucker went out the back door that we never even realized was there

we hang around for awhile waiting for the little thief that made off with like one fifty of my bf's money... i keep hoping he's comin back even tho i know better. we figure it's a lost cause and leave, but keep calling the kid's phone.

soon as we get back to my boyfriend's house a girl texts us from the kid's phone sayin she found it at the hookah bar. then the kid calls us from his "friend's" phone, saying he got robbed at gunpoint and lost part of the money but he still has most of it and he'll still hook it up with pills if we wanna come meet him again. i think this sounds shady. i mean, who gets robbed and only gives the guy pointing a gun at them twenty of the hundred and fifty they have in their pocket?? not likely. plus why'd he take off anyways? but we figure whatever, he's probably playin us to keep the twenty, but if we can get the rest of the money back, or even better, pills, it's worth it. my boyfriend grabs his shotgun just in case.

so the kid sends us on a wild freaking goose chase for the next hour and a half. the "girl" who supposedly found his phone is demanding money for it. he says he's going to meet up with her and keeps telling us to go here and go there. every time he calls its from a blocked number and says he can't give us his "friend's" number. my boyfriend and i get tired of the bullshit and go home and get take some methadone instead, makin plans to score from a reliable source the next day. we're exhausted and pissed and out a hundred and fifty bucks. (well, my bf is...) i feel guilty cuz he worked a hard day in construction to earn that shit so i offer to give him the thirty i have, but he declines

so this is what we figure happened: dude took off out back with our money, where he probably met his girlfriend or some shit. she claimed she had "found his phone" but was probably with him the whole time. he shoulda just fuckin taken the money and bailed but we think he sent us on that chase so if we ever caught up with him again he could claim he tried to give us our money but it was all just a fucking scam...

i hate drugs sometimes
 
Bet you won't make that mistake again ;)

I think we've all gotten beat at some point in our lives.

this story shows how desperately stupid people can get when looking for oxys...

so my boyfriend at the time was out scoring from our friend N when he meets this shady young gentleman on a bike. N is a twacked-out looking motherfucker so the bike kid stops and starts talking to N and my boyfriend, as they are outside smoking a cigarette. the topic of pills comes up.

the kid tells my boyfriend he can get ocs for a good deal and gives my boyfriend his number. the next night we're trying to score and my bf remembers the new kid he just met the day before. he calls him.

kid says he can get some in awhile, we wait for him to call back, eventually he has us meet him at some hookah bar. he's on his bike cuz he doesn't have a car. before we even go to meet him, my boyfriend says on the phone "no offense man, but I don't know you, so I need to have the pills in my hand before I give you the money" we show up he's on foot and his friend with the pills isn't there yet so we wait

we're waiting in my bf's truck when the kid says his friend is almost there and comes to get the money. i remember thinking shit don't give it to him yet! but my boyfriend did. my bf and i get outta the car thinking there's no way we can lose sight of this guy he's standing right next to us!

kid goes inside the hookah bar and my bf and i are still waitin outside.. about twenty seconds later we're like shit... where'd he go? and go inside. dude in the bar says he must be in the bathroom, so i check it out. bathroom is empty. the fucker went out the back door that we never even realized was there

we hang around for awhile waiting for the little thief that made off with like one fifty of my bf's money... i keep hoping he's comin back even tho i know better. we figure it's a lost cause and leave, but keep calling the kid's phone.

soon as we get back to my boyfriend's house a girl texts us from the kid's phone sayin she found it at the hookah bar. then the kid calls us from his "friend's" phone, saying he got robbed at gunpoint and lost part of the money but he still has most of it and he'll still hook it up with pills if we wanna come meet him again. i think this sounds shady. i mean, who gets robbed and only gives the guy pointing a gun at them twenty of the hundred and fifty they have in their pocket?? not likely. plus why'd he take off anyways? but we figure whatever, he's probably playin us to keep the twenty, but if we can get the rest of the money back, or even better, pills, it's worth it. my boyfriend grabs his shotgun just in case.

so the kid sends us on a wild freaking goose chase for the next hour and a half. the "girl" who supposedly found his phone is demanding money for it. he says he's going to meet up with her and keeps telling us to go here and go there. every time he calls its from a blocked number and says he can't give us his "friend's" number. my boyfriend and i get tired of the bullshit and go home and get take some methadone instead, makin plans to score from a reliable source the next day. we're exhausted and pissed and out a hundred and fifty bucks. (well, my bf is...) i feel guilty cuz he worked a hard day in construction to earn that shit so i offer to give him the thirty i have, but he declines

so this is what we figure happened: dude took off out back with our money, where he probably met his girlfriend or some shit. she claimed she had "found his phone" but was probably with him the whole time. he shoulda just fuckin taken the money and bailed but we think he sent us on that chase so if we ever caught up with him again he could claim he tried to give us our money but it was all just a fucking scam...

i hate drugs sometimes
 
yah no kiddin! we definitely got taken... anyways here's another one...

when i was about twenty or twenty one i was friends with this really ditzy party girl. she was always looking for a good time no matter the risk or the consequences, and most of the time i went along just to keep her drunk ass from driving. but one night things got way out of hand...

we were at a friend's birthday party and our friend got really really really wasted. fast forward to me and a couple of other girls tryin to get her panties up from around her damn ankles as she was basically passed out tryin to take a piss on the toilet... and she wasn't a skinny girl. lovely view, that was.

so i help some of her closer friends get all the people out from the party cuz it's clear this girl just needs to sleep it off. my ditzy party girl friend, of course, isn't ready to go home, so a bunch of us pile into my car and head off to the next house party, in a not-so-nice neighborhood. i don't know anyone there except for the friends i came with, and all the kids are those wanna-be ghetto mini-thugs that are sometimes more dangerous than the real deal because they are so fucking stupid and don't know how to pick their battles. that became clear very quickly that night...

my boyfriend at the time was a really responsible guy and i called him to come and meet up with me cuz i didn't feel comfortable at that party alone. he gets there just in time.

my idiot ditz friend has kissed some guy on the cheek and some little mexican chick is flipping out. he's not even her boyfriend i guess but she just likes to fight or something. i grab my friend and my boyfriend and we head for the door before things start to escalate; not even my ditzy friend wants any trouble.

so we are literally walkin down the sidewalk on our way to my car (which is a ways down the road) when a car pulls up all screechy and sideways-haphazard next to us and four dudes and the little mexican chick get out. one of the guys has a video camera and proceeds to film the little c*** trying to antagonize and push my friend.

now, i'm on the smaller side, not tiny but at this point i was prob 5'3 and 115. my ditz friend is a little bigger, 5'7 and maybe 150. the little mexican chick is prob 5' nothin and 95 lbs soakin wet. but neither me or my friend wanted to do shit to her because i didn't want the four guys with her to get involved. I wasn't too worried about myself but i was absolutely terrified for my boyfriend; i knew if things got ugly they could really hurt him.

anyways the little chick won't stop tryin to punch my friend and pull her hair and shit so i finally jump on her and knock her to the ground. i roll off her, get back up, and we're almost to the car. at this point i am really really panicked.

one of the assholes is still filming this entire exchange and one of the guys sucker-punches my boyfriend in the back of the head and demands he give him his wallet. my boyfriend just kinda laughs and says no, and thank god at that exact moment the owner of the house where the party was at comes outside. by this time we are quite a ways down the road

he yells at them to leave it the fuck alone and let us leave, and we take the opportunity and get in my car and speed off. i'm driving. i drive a few streets away, pull over, and burst into tears.

needless to say i don't hang out much anymore with my ditzy friend...
 
I'll give a story to make you feel better about getting ripped off. HOnestly ive been ripped too many times, this one isnt even bad caues its only for 50

Me and my friend are really new into coke (this is like 5 years ago) and our dude wasnt around so we think..hey I hear people to got Paterson NJ (next town over) to get dope all the time so why not give it a shot

Well we had no idea where to start, we were just driving around trying to figure shit out, finally this guy says what u lookin for we say coke he says let me hop in (obviously we didnt know shit back then) but this guy was def your typical junky (not sayin im not lol).

So hes in the back of my car which is mad shady and he says drive me to this house, we give him 50 he says hell be right back, he comes back with his nose snifflin and says yo they got some CRAZY shit in there, shits like 70 a g though, need 20 more. We say thats all we got, he says aight i knwo someone else.

We drive him half way across town and he goes into the projects. We sit there for like 20 minutes then 30 then an hour. I hae to take a piss in an allyway and I keep tellin my friend, dude we got ripped he aint comin back

He keeps saying yo man hes gotto weigh the shit out shit takes a while blah blah blah lol. Needless to say we went home empty handed. We were only out 25 each which aint shit compared to other ways i been fucked ni paterson more recently.

Also, i had a loaf of bread in my back seat which he stole all te bread and left th ebag
 
he stole the bread?? lol sorry... yah i guess we all get ripped off once in awhile... i take solace in the fact that it was not me who handed the money over to the dude though, it was my ex... even after he said he wouldn't...lol


I'll give a story to make you feel better about getting ripped off. HOnestly ive been ripped too many times, this one isnt even bad caues its only for 50

Me and my friend are really new into coke (this is like 5 years ago) and our dude wasnt around so we think..hey I hear people to got Paterson NJ (next town over) to get dope all the time so why not give it a shot

Well we had no idea where to start, we were just driving around trying to figure shit out, finally this guy says what u lookin for we say coke he says let me hop in (obviously we didnt know shit back then) but this guy was def your typical junky (not sayin im not lol).

So hes in the back of my car which is mad shady and he says drive me to this house, we give him 50 he says hell be right back, he comes back with his nose snifflin and says yo they got some CRAZY shit in there, shits like 70 a g though, need 20 more. We say thats all we got, he says aight i knwo someone else.

We drive him half way across town and he goes into the projects. We sit there for like 20 minutes then 30 then an hour. I hae to take a piss in an allyway and I keep tellin my friend, dude we got ripped he aint comin back

He keeps saying yo man hes gotto weigh the shit out shit takes a while blah blah blah lol. Needless to say we went home empty handed. We were only out 25 each which aint shit compared to other ways i been fucked ni paterson more recently.

Also, i had a loaf of bread in my back seat which he stole all te bread and left th ebag
 
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