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

So it's this strung-out does-E-way-way-too-much sketch ass raver kid from Tennessee's birthday. A plan quickly develops for me, the birthday kid, and four other friends to go to disneyland. Being a rather successful research chemical dealer, I'm asked to pitch 2c-e for the birthday trip. Now I've seen all of these guys trip 2c-e before, and all are experienced with acid and booms and what have you (little o' this, little 'o that, the usual).

So I agree to pitch 40mg 2c-e per head on one condition and one condition only: we have a sober driver to bring us back. I'm assured that's the case, so we drive there and dose carefully measured out doses when we park. After about forty minutes, we head inside. It's two hours to close and we're coming up hard. Two of the guys develop stomach discomfort and start to become a little disoriented. I tell 'em keep cool, it'll pass. One decides he has to vomit and heads off to find a restroom. I'm a big fan of the buddy system when on powerful hallucinogens in a very public place, so I send the other potential vomitter with him, advising them to keep their phones on.

Now I stayed back, letting the come-up on nice and easy, but I found out this after the trip: they had wandered into what they thought was a bathroom, but actually ended up being the changing room for the Disneyland cast members. Needless to say, upon entry they were met with some confused stares by half-naked, half-clad-in-strange-animal-suit Disney employees. Not a comforting sight on a heavy dose of 2c-e.

Eventually they vomitted and came back, and we decided on space mountain, but the line was way too long. We didn't want to only go on one ride. Besides, two hours in line on 2c-e? Having to deal with social situations of the people around us, stuck in our own little head loops? Nuh-uh. Count me out. We decide on splash mountain, but half the group is starting to get paranoid and doesn't want to go on rides. We decide to split the group between the paranoid and us. So we go our separete ways.

The splash mountain line goes fine until we get to the part where a twenty-something ride attendant is trying to instruct us on which lane number for the cart to get into. I get in the wrong line and get yelled at. A little anxiety provoking, but we make it on the ride. Suddenly we're confronted with dancing woodland animals and a singing Mickey Mouse. If you've never understand the meaning behind splash mountain, let me tell you 40 mg of 2c-e makes the ride make a lot more sense. Anyway the photograph of us tripping balls, suspended in mid air as we fly down the steep part of the track was pretty priceless.

We hit up star tours and that's all well and good, but we get text messages from the other group, who apparently vomitted in a public courtyard and ran away from security. Awesome. We meet them back at the car and I find out lo and behold our sober driver somehow fell out. You can imagine my frustration. I refuse to drive but we're tripping balls and the parking lot is going to close. We're only four miles from home so we opt to let one of the non-paranoid, calm and collected people drive on the condition that we stay off the highway and travel slowly.

Naturally, the car we were in had no GPS. Eventually we pull over lost in some sketch residential neighborhood in Santa Ana, dogs barking at us and lights flicking on and what not. So I call a friend to get him to google maps us directions, then I go back to the car. The birthday kid? Not in the car. No, not in the car don't quite cover it. More like sitting in the middle of the street screaming at the top of his lungs at midnight with houses 10 feet away. Yeah, I think that about covers it.

So now we're being stared at by about thirty people living in the neighborhood, trying to talk him down while he pushes us away and refuses to get in the car. We pull every calming technique we know, under the circumstances. We try to play off like he's just drunk and are promptly informed by one of the caring samaritans that the police are on their way. We do everything we can to get him back in the car, including trying to physically force him in. Now it's all our asses, not just his.

He physically resists and refuses, continually screaming. We give him an ultimatum: in the car, now, or on the street with the cops coming. We hear sirens in the background (and trust me, these are *real* sirens, not "I'm tripping balls on aural hallucinogen sirens"). Our birthday boy companion picks the street. We take off.

We start making what we think are reasonable assertions. Our friend has in all likelihood been arrested, and will soon tell them what he's on and where he got it. That would be from me. We quickly conclude that we need to get back home and move all of our drugs to a different location. We call up a trustworthy friend, who agrees to allow us to store them at his place.

We arrive, and move the drugs. I think you can imagine the speed at which we do this, thinking L.A.'s finest is on their way. We go outside to collect ourselves and calm down, only to find that five punks are involved in a robbery in progress on a local candy stand we frequent. We call the cops on the five punks and give our statements, tripping balls, such that we have this incident as a documented alibi in case our arrested birthday boy idiot fingers us.

After a night tripping balls thinking a bust is impending, we come down and go about our day. We find out birthday boy tried to break into one of the houses, ran from the cops (onto the highway), got tased, and then booked, but was too incoherent to mention us.

He told them he was on 2c-e, but there was dick-all they could do about it since they couldn't prove he was on it and it wasn't illegal to possess (not that he had any on him). Plus it was his birthday and they had tased him. He woke the morning after disneyland shirtless in a cell with a random Mexican guy who was more afraid of him than he was of the Mexican due to the night's drug-induced behavior. Happy birthday.
 
Got pulled over copping dope in the Bluffs in ATL. 7.5 grams of white china. My girl put the dope in her female orifice and then we pulled over. The cops checked my friend , my girl, and my arms for tracks said we were junkies. I had a card( that said the name of the detention center and had a picture of a badge on it) from a jail I was in stood up off the curb while they were searching the car pulled that stupid fuck of a pig around the corner showed him that card, started talking to him while he was reading it and told him I was working a huge trafficking case as an undercover officer, and that my friend was one of the people introducing me into suppliers and there was no dope in the car, the tracks were from forced use so I wouldn't blow my cover and my girl would back the story (which she did thank karma they just pulled her around the same corner alone and asked her if i was working for ____ city/state undercover and she just said yes). He walked her around the corner yelled for the other officer and said its clear cars clean. It was ballsy but insane, I had to do something, I had a felony heroin charge pending in another state which was dropped due to the officer planting a bag of white powder, abuse and other things, but I wasn't aware of that yet. Had I been caught in that lie, I would not be typing now.

Also, I'm from a small southern town, when I got out of rehab for crackcocaine and prescription opiates (i was in high school) I had just returned home we were cruising around blowing lines and drinking beer in a friends mustang he put the top down in a parking lot in front of the fucking ROLLER SKATING RING and started trying to flirt with femaliens I told him that the cop parked in the same lot was getting out of his car and walking toward us he didnt believe me when the officer tried to grab the cooler out of the backseat he sped away at full speed. We then almost crashed into another officer and were engaged in a highspeed (145 mph) w/o lights on in the opposite lane in redneckville, south cack and got away. We parked the car in a friends garage for 2 weeks nothing ever happened. Better than any rush I've ever gotten from anything. Ever. Ever. Ever. that was senior year and my welcome back from rehab present from my friend. I have also never been so frightened ever, in my entire life.
 
being sketched out

hey when ur all doped up n lookn out the windows n shit you hear alot of voices and think crazy things are happening but theyre not. Whats the craziest thing youve ever thought was happening

i was pretty messed up and i thought there was a bunch of people outside that wanted to jump me for some reason so i got a knife and went out to slash some kooks and noone was there
 
I just had to comment on your avatar and tell you that I think the hardest I have ever laughed was when I was tripping on shrooms and I thought of skeeter. Good shit.
 
Ive been with friends who have reacted like that.
Thinking that there are people outside or trying to get in the house etc....
(them being high but me not)

I just say to them if that was true then wouldnt I also be reacting?
 
I just had to comment on your avatar and tell you that I think the hardest I have ever laughed was when I was tripping on shrooms and I thought of skeeter. Good shit.

o ya bru he was supposed 2 be the black guy on doug
 
I was laying in my bed one night with no sleep in 24 hours plus and as I'm laying there I keep seeing little bugs jumping on me. I was freaking out thinking they were fleas or bed bugs so I ran to my moms room telling her to check my bed. She wouldn't and told me to go back to bed so I was like fuck you and you don't care about me. So then I didn't go back in my bed I just turned on my computer and started reading all this info on fleas and how to kill them. I even put a bucket with water and soap in my room and pulled long white socks over my pants....trying to spot the fleas. Let me tell you I was sketching out.

In the end there were no fleas and I was just whacked out.
 
you ran to your mom when you were high and scared and then told her 'fuck you'? real mature dude. How old are you, just curious?
 
you ran to your mom when you were high and scared and then told her 'fuck you'? real mature dude. How old are you, just curious?

No I didn't say fuck you to her literally that was how I felt. If I said that to my mom she would of kicked my ass at the time. And I'm a female and I was fifteen at the time. I'm seventeen right now though.
 
this thread has kept me entertained all day.

I don't have any really crazy stories but ill type up the best I got.

Last summer me and some friends were drinking and partying on a friday night. Got real drunk and decided to pick up another handle of tequila. Drank about a third of that. My friend who wasn't drinking was driving my car. Decided to call it a night but at the last minute my friend convinces me to drive to this girls house to smoke some more. We box a j on the way and i was pretty drunk at this point, def shouldn't have been driving and made some traffic mistake and next thing i know theres a cop behind me. Pulls me over, the car is still boxed. I open the window and smoke is billowing out and im freaking the fuck out. I got out of the weed because my friend had a med card and only he had weed on him. Cop told me i was driving like I was considerably drunk (weaving or something) and gave me a sobriety test.

I somehow passed the test even though I was hammered but they found the handle. Gave me a traffic ticket and an open container ticket. They even gave me back the handle. (i'm not 21). Chillest cops i've ever witnessed, I'm not really sure how I got so lucky to this day. One of the scariest moments of my life fosrue though, i was convinced i was getting a dui.
 
One time my friend and I were so high on marijuana that we decided to walk to the gas station and get some sour patch kids. So we finally go there and get them. We decide to take the back road back to her house. So as were walking we pass this new firehouse being built, not finished and no lights. I was like what if the texas chainsaw massacre guy is hiding in there and my friend and I thought about it. Then we ended up getting so paranoid/scared that we began running for our lives. We seriously thought the chainsaw massacre dude was going to come out. So then we finally make it up the street and realize wow that was stupid and start eating our sour patch kids but we were actually freaked out at that point and time.
 
this thread is the shit

:) n my :) went 4 a latenite cruise in my vw so we were smokin the ast of or nugs at some pharmacy wen my bro called and yelled that he put a half p under the driver seat cuz he didnt think id b leaving, i was like oh what and we started gettin real hi... so we start 2 bail to my friends place and my dumbass didnt turn my fuckng lights on so some cop comes up behind me n starts chasing me thru the backstreets and shit no lights on both of us so we slip n slide thru the cuts and i park by my friends neighbors place with no one in site, then outta nowhere this fuckn cop pulls up heading towards us on the street so i had him grab that and run the fuck inside.... the cop stopped in the middle of the street tthen left... nothing happened... my :) was givin me death threats and shit hah

another time :) n my :)was driving and he fucking rear ends a goddam sherriff SUV.. there was a whole p in the whip so as we were pulling in2 a gas station to talk to the guy i put that shit in my shirt grabbed a messenger bag that was on the seat and went in the gas station lobby thing... i had to pull that shit outa my shirt and stuff it in the bag on camera then i boogied outta there into some apartment complex...

weeeeeee
 
Was being sent from California to Texas on a greyhound bus. Took all of the drugs I had on hand, no idea exact number, but atleast 25 2nd clonazepam and 15 1 mg lorazepam, and a bottle of liquid kids diphenhydramine(no idea why now) took three clonazepam and thought I would just chill on the bus. Long ride ya know? I had all my shit with me. Suitcase full of clothes, box of DVDs CDs and a ps2 back when a ps2 was cool and stuff. And a guitar. I remember I had on a towley from south park shirt on which was awesome.

I don't know if I was thrown off or what, but I ended up departing the bus at the downtown LA bus station around 1 am. I stayed around the bus hub or whatever it was. At this point I had never done cocaine or crack. Well I started asking the nice man sitting inside a shopping cart for crack. No idea if I ever got any. I am forced to assume he currently has my ps2 and DVDs and CDs. And I had no crack. I think. Someone called an ambulance and they rightly cut my towley shirt off (sad face). Went to a hospital for one day, and continuously tried to pull out that mother fucking catheter.

The next day I was to be transferred to a mental hospital for young people. The paramedics who drove me there were awesome. They felt bad, as I was now sober and completely(maybe not completely) normal, they decided to stop at a mcdonalds and got me a number one supersized with a diet coke and a large Oreo mcflurry on their own dime. Awesome people to try and help a kid feel better. I went to this place, it was supposed to be a 24 to 72 hour hold, max. I ended up staying for thirteen of the longest, most despairing, darkest days of my life, as my mother threatened to sue if I was released. They did pat me down and search me when I got there, just not well. I ended up having about 20 50mg tramadol in my pocket they didn't get. Took all on the first night. Shit balls story, not crazy, but crazy.
 
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too many to list, but one particular one nearly gave me a heart attack from anxiety

tripping balls on 3 hits of good acid, and I had just gotten done with a very disorienting peak. I don't know about you guys, but I chain smoke like a motherfucker on acid.
anyway i had a pack with about 12 in them, and when I got to my last one, I realized there was no way I was going to get through the rest of the 6-8 hours without smokes.

onwards to the gas station! lol.

at the time I was living in a very high crime area, lots of panhandlers and homeless. always at least 1 cop inside the gas station. it was about 3am, I walk in, buy the cigarettes, and all I can concentrate on is the cops in my peripherals. the guy behind me taps me on the shoulder and I realized I had been standing there for at least a minute or two just staring down the cops, with the cashier waiting for me to pay. I was startled, pulled out a wad of bills from my pocket and handed them to her. I had given her like $27 in assorted bills to pay for a $5 pack of cigs. she looks at me curiously and hands me the rest of my bills back, and gives me the cigarettes. I look at the pack, still having some serious visuals, and the guy behind me taps me on the shoulder once again, and I leave

As I'm just about to get on the sidewalk I see one of the cops run out of the gas station and I immediately panic. My vision started spinning. Then he hops in their cars, turn on the lights, and drive off

Probably the most scared I've ever been lol

So when you are about to trip, make sure you have all the gear you need in front of you and prepared before you dose. That means pre-rolled joints/pre-packed bowls, especially :-p
 
Got pulled over copping dope in the Bluffs in ATL. 7.5 grams of white china. My girl put the dope in her female orifice and then we pulled over. The cops checked my friend , my girl, and my arms for tracks said we were junkies. I had a card( that said the name of the detention center and had a picture of a badge on it) from a jail I was in stood up off the curb while they were searching the car pulled that stupid fuck of a pig around the corner showed him that card, started talking to him while he was reading it and told him I was working a huge trafficking case as an undercover officer, and that my friend was one of the people introducing me into suppliers and there was no dope in the car, the tracks were from forced use so I wouldn't blow my cover and my girl would back the story (which she did thank karma they just pulled her around the same corner alone and asked her if i was working for ____ city/state undercover and she just said yes). He walked her around the corner yelled for the other officer and said its clear cars clean. It was ballsy but insane, I had to do something, I had a felony heroin charge pending in another state which was dropped due to the officer planting a bag of white powder, abuse and other things, but I wasn't aware of that yet. Had I been caught in that lie, I would not be typing now.

Also, I'm from a small southern town, when I got out of rehab for crackcocaine and prescription opiates (i was in high school) I had just returned home we were cruising around blowing lines and drinking beer in a friends mustang he put the top down in a parking lot in front of the fucking ROLLER SKATING RING and started trying to flirt with femaliens I told him that the cop parked in the same lot was getting out of his car and walking toward us he didnt believe me when the officer tried to grab the cooler out of the backseat he sped away at full speed. We then almost crashed into another officer and were engaged in a highspeed (145 mph) w/o lights on in the opposite lane in redneckville, south cack and got away. We parked the car in a friends garage for 2 weeks nothing ever happened. Better than any rush I've ever gotten from anything. Ever. Ever. Ever. that was senior year and my welcome back from rehab present from my friend. I have also never been so frightened ever, in my entire life.

holy shit man, that's some intense stuff. when was this? back when red dog was still around? they got disbanded now, since they fucked with a lot of innocent people and got tons of complaints.

I hate the bluff, I always cop elsewhere unless I absolutely HAVE to. 7.5g is a lot of product.

Where you from? I'm from Fayette county.
 
I've read this whole thread over the past few days. There are a lot of interesting stories.... keep them coming. I'll contribute when I have some free time.
 
One of the many times we'd been up for days on speed, e and whatever else was going, we went to get some more speed. We'd spoke to our dealer 20 minutes before we got there - but the door was answered by a cop and two cop cars blocked in my car. We'd arrive in the middle of a bust! My friend has 36 pills in her hand (we had 2 each on the way over) when the cop knocked on the car window so just handed them straight over and got done for them. I had a warrant out for unpaid fines so they took us both to the station. What really pissed me off though, was they let us go to the bank on the way to the station so my friend could give me the fine money, and when we got to the station they wouldn't accept the money incase it was drugs money! WTF - why take us to the bank then? My mate had recently necked a trip so she was tripping in a cell getting strip searched etc and I spent a couple of days in jail. Wasn't too bad - had a good sleep then got wasted again soon as I got out. She ended up only getting a small fine so it could have been worse...
 
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