bicardi limon
HandOfHeaven said:
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That was a crazy cool night. You were going to puke anyways, always do. I love drinking!!! I had like 11-12 shots and when I woke up like 6 hours I had the huge smirk on my face and was filling on top of the world!
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Ya.. I always puke with you. Thats cuz we are never anyplace, Ive only puked at a party once! We just wallow in ourselves. Then steal.
Chek it out, more story.
Wisdom teeth.
I had to get 3 of my four wisdom teeth removed I still dont understand why only 3, but everybody knows what that means. Getting youre wisdom teeth removed is like the only real tooth fairy beacuse he gives you a magical peice of paper that just reads euphoria.
I get home and quickly get the scrip out of the bag, what was it, Percocet. All I remembered at that time was was the line from some movie "fuck you up like percocet" I looked at the little pink paper some more, I get 40 10mg pills sweet that is like a good 3 days of fun. I ran to the local grocery store where I worked so they knew who I was and didnt ask any questions. I had 50 dollars on me, I was ready for those obnoxious perscription prices that everybodys always bitching about.
8.50
My mouth dropped, you mean EIGHT DOLLARS AND FIFTY CENTS. Hell yes! I practically run out of the store and get in the car with my brother who quickly informed me it was only so cheap beacuse of my dads scrip plan or something, that fucking buzzkill.
This is my favorite part of any perscription drug abuse adventure getting home and holeing up in my room getting ready for the next hour and a half. I sit down and pour every pill onto the desk top go up stairs grab a yougurt and a spoon, eat the yougart, lick the spoon, dry it on my shirt. Pull out the wallet, get out the razor blade, the scale, and the little coke bags. What a beautiful sight. I was hyped it was the middle of the summer and I didnt have to work, there was a concert the next night even thow it was just local bands that suck it was a gathering of youth.
I took a pill oraly, you gotta do it at least once, no matter how much it sucks to put that shit in youre stomach. Spoon in hand I crush 13 pills spend about 20 munites choppin em up with a razor blade, and put it in the first coke bag, I repeat the same thing with 2 more sets of 13 pills.
I now have three 130mg bags, it was thursday night.
Ive done painkillers before but never been so awful and reckless about it, this was greatly do to the fact that I had taken other painkillers but never percocet, I didnt know the strength. I go out and get on my bike I went to the first public restroom I could find, target, pull a twenty out of my wallet along with the razor blade take a bobby pin out of my hair (a druggie essential) and roll up the twenty and put the bobby pin on the twenty to hold it as a good straw. I lay out maybe 1/4 of the bag in 3 big ass lines, chop it up once more for good measure and then I let the crazyness begin. I took then as quickly as possible and check out the mirror wipe the little white circle off the rim of my right nostril and put it on my tounge.
I didnt feel anything for a long time I was riding my bike so I went to the burger king and took about another quarter of the bag, grabbed a water and headed out. I just kept on bikeing now I wouldnt of done this if I would of realized what a mistake it was, I had been biking for 30 munites or so now, and still felt nothing but nerveous so I went across town to the local hardees and took about most of what was left.
My friend got off work at 9 the current time was 5 so I just kept on biking, I biked straight from five till nine and I was just about ready to throw out the bag beacuse all I felt was nerveous and sweaty, but suprisingly vital, my lungs didnt hurt, neither did my legs. I felt on top of the game and I was smoking and biking at the same time, now I was nerveous and confused.
Nine oclock rolled around pretty quick, and I biked to my friend's house this is where I realized my stupid fucking mistake, I made a rude attempt to get off my bike and wiped out on his lawn, luckily nobody saw that. I had a problem I couldnt move my legs, I realized, I was fucked. It all made sence to me, I am not in any kind of physical shape to bike for that amout of time, FUCK. I crawled into my friend's house and got helped into the basement. This was comical actully beacuse my friend saw me crawling up to his house unable to move in a drug frenzy with a little white ring on my nose that I forgot to remove at hardees. I explained to them that I couldnt feel the painkillers beacuse of the fact that my legs were in so much pain, but I felt normal so that means if I snort more that would make me high right?
The plan worked I snorted the rest of the baggie and was just in general fucked up for the next 4 hours, then I had to go home, luckily I had the strength to bike and it was only 10 or so blocks. I went straight to bed.
The next morning I promised not to bike for more than transit, to myself I really like snorting painkillers but alot of my friends just dispise snorting anything so this whole time I only gave out one line.
Holy shit, there is nothing to do today, the concert wasnt till the next day, I decided to spend some time alone. My room is dark, no natural light the way I like it. The bones to balls of this day was that I sat in my room and didnt move once except to the TV tray infront of me that contained my precious drug. The only way to truely classify how I felt would be to say that my skin was that of wich is pulled over drums and it was being pounded on from the inside out, When I did get up I went to the bathroom and hit my arm on the doorframe and got one of the biggest bruises I have seen on myself for a long while.
My head fell back to the back of the couch....
Even thow it isnt necessarially a head drug my body was so unbelieveably strange feeling that I began to try to rationalize it. I used music, the beating of the drums in my legs seemed to coincide with the beating of the drums in the music. The rest of the day past, my head remained cocked back and I just thought, I cant explain what I was thinking, it was all lineier and I would have to rationalize each thought with the last. None the less I remember the whole process vividly. My parents came home at 8 and I was able to function by that time so it was all good. I went to bed and woke up, and it was the third day.
The bag popped out at me along with a splitting headache in the morning and my bruise had gotten bigger. I was waiting for the concert already and it was only noon, the concert wasnt till 7. Fuck, I had no alternative, I got on my bike and went to my friends house and layed out half the bag in maybe 6 or 7 lines it was 3oclock, 3 munites later it was 3:03 and I didnt have anymore lines. The next four hours were a textboox example of a painkiller experence, good. Then shit started to sorta suck.. I biked to the concert and paid the outrageous cost. I payed more to get into that fucking local gay ass concert than for all those pills put together.
Comicly thow on the way to the concert my neighbor was out walking, my bike didnt have brakes at the time I was at an intersection and I had to stop quickly and put my foot down at just the wrong time and my stomach went into the handlebars. The moment it made contact a huge white gob trailed out of my mouth and I sucked it back up recoverd and waved. That was good drugs, I wasnt going to loose em.
Now back to the concert. I stayed away from the shitty music, i met an ex girlfriend and had a nice conversation with her witch is sorta ironic beacuse I was ready to pass out. It was a million degress in there, I finished the bag.
I began to sweat alot, and feel nerveous like I was gonna puke, I didnt wanna be so fucking hot, I went to the bathroom but got kicked out by the bouncer guy who thought I was gonna smoke or take drugs in there, I told him I wasnt doing anything wrong and all the evidence was back on the table. He told me that I could either go back in and listen OR go home. Naturally I went back to my ex, all the amazing body feelings went away and I went into the crowd, a moment later I was badly bruised. I came back and dry heaved for like a good 20 munites, I felt awful.
I said bye and got on the brakeless bitchmobile I used to call my bike and had the worst time biking home, I heaved up the water that I drank at the concert before I left. I got home and crashed hard.. Hard as hell, I woke up and felt like pure shit. I was chilly, under blankets, I got up and put on a sweatshirt went to eat some cerial and puked that up too, I continued to feel shitty and find bruises all day, I had almost no energy whatsoever. I had a fucking awful headache.
The next 3 days these symptoms got less and less noticible and my eyes got less squinty, by the end of the first day I could hold food again, but wasnt hungy. I was nerveous for the whole first day. I felt like my parents were gonna find out about the whole thing, they didnt, I lived on, did more drugs then wrote this story.
The moral is, use in moderation unless you plan to wane off.
Arkantis