Offical Drug Thread (No Idiots!)

God damn, I'd never do shrooms in a public place. Not good ones.
... Not that I'll ever do them again as it is though anyways. >.<

Not in a public place. Oh god, no.

HAHAHAHAHA!! *evil thoughts*

Haha! Fuck that. I couldn't even pick up my cell phone and talk to other people. It's like I was in a totally different world than anyone.

It makes you just despise people.. New story.. its called

Hand of Heaven wipes up my puke!

So it was like sometime last night and I was with hand of heaven and we were taking shots in my basement and after 9 that dumbass told me to lay down.. So I did it, got dizzy, then layed a nice trail of puke to the bathroom, he cleaned it up.. I slept.

Heh, Friday nights rock. Got a keg and proceeded to party my ass off. Any night that involves liquor and sex, A-OK by me.

Yes, appearently, well hand of heaven just told me that last night in my drunken frenzy I dropped my ciggerete tried to crawl out the window and knocked over a drink all at once, I sorta remember all that.

LOL! My friend got marked on with a permanent marker while he was passed out and had no idea about it. He went home at 6 a.m. and had a huge penis on his face amongst other shit. His dad was awake and was like, "Are you aware you have a penis on your face?"

lol, how do you respond to that

Say its fashionable

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!

Shots of what?

Oh BTW I can smoke the herb freely once again.

Congrats, chrome.

Shots of what?

bicardi limon

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!

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

Use better paragraphing skills? I had a hell of a hard time reading that but that could just be because I'm hungover.

I'm getting my wisdom teeth pulled out soon. So this is what I should expect, huh? Fuck that. Lol.

Use better paragraphing skills? I had a hell of a hard time reading that but that could just be because I'm hungover. I'm getting my wisdom teeth pulled out soon. So this is what I should expect, huh? Fuck that. Lol.

Well if you are getting them pulled expect some narcodics, painkillers, say you are in pain, make sure they know.

Sorry I am not the best with writing, I can tell the storys much better vocally but if I dont have the proper time to think I leave shit out sometimes.

Ill try to write better this time

Sometimes the complexity of a drug situation can be just enough to enhance the experence. My friend's friend dosent seem like that distant of a relationship to me, sorta like a friendship cuzin, welcome to the assumed closeness of the drug world, of course coupled with paranoia. Paranoia got us a deal this time, 10.5 grams of mushrooms for 60 dollars, sweet. The guy was paranoid beacuse some of our friends called him who he used to know and he thought word had got around he sold them. None the less they were old friends and he sold them 7 grams for 60 dollars.
They took theirs right away, they were thrity miles away. I was hyped, these were undenyably the 2nd best mushrooms I have ever consumed, they came from australia, everyone who took them went entirely crazy. The guy said they were bomb, but who dosent say that, I expected the usual. Then my phone rang.
"hey man.. Did you take em yet" my friend mumbled
"No, waitin till tonite" I said..
"No take them now, yes yes yes.. the crazyness, the crazyness yes yes yes"
Right about then there was a long silence.
"I am taking them tonite man, but I am gonna come over and see you I gotta pick up.
After alot more drug induced jabber we finished talking. I called up my friend and we cruised over to see him and pick up my pot, not a big score I was gonna pick up a half ounce. We smoked the last of our pot on the way there, and went to go see my bro who hooked us up with the half-O.
Now we were calling around looking for our friends who had consumed. All the sudden my friend passes me a joint and says "Umm yea, dude, I think they are behind us"
"what the hell?"
I check around my shoulder and I see three crazy motherfuckers in a car, we slowed down and made ourselves odvious. Two of the people in the car were hanging out of the window signaling us to turn into a parking lot behind some tenis courts.
One of my closer friends in the car wanted to come back to my home town, and promised his other friends he was gonna come back and trip with them. He got in the car with us and we started on our way back.
The man made no sence whatsoever, he was deep into his trip, he wouldnt stop saying "yes yes yes" and "The crazyness" talking about well what you would expect the somewhat intelectual drug user to talk about on mushrooms, conciousness, reality, time. Hippy shit. I didnt take to much of what he said serously, I thought he was peaking out, turns out the crazyness was just starting.
When we got back my parents called me and told me that I had to come home, I was fucking pissed, I wanted to trip. I got home got my sack of shrooms and went upstairs with my parents. I am suprised they didnt search me right then when I sat down and started to watch TV with them, I havent done that in years. I wanted them to know I was sober, and that I wasnt leaving the house for the rest of the night so I just sat there and quietly ate my boomer's right in front of them. HAHAHA After enduring ten more munites of watching tv I went to the computer room and put on the headphones, turned off my phone, put on the full screen visualations and the shuffle function and began to wait.
I hate begining to trip beacuse all you think is "am I trippin, no, wait, maybe" In another 10 munites I noticed the mirror sliding down the wall and put another vitamin C cough drop on my tounge. The hanging rug in my computer room was swirling, I began to giggle. I set an alarm on my computer for another 30 munites and emersed myself in the computer visualations witch just looked like ten colors of paint being poured into my computer screen and being swirled around, even more so than it usually does beacuse each single color was leaving a trail.
The alarm went off and scared the SHIT out of me, my father came and said something to me and all I got out of it was "there is a dangerous windstorm out". There was some 50 or 60 miles of wind. I retreated to my room.
Once I got to my room I started tripping really hard, my body was on fire, the tie on the corner of my bedpost pixelated and turned into a rose and then back into a tie. All the paintings in my room had slight movement to them, just enough to freak me out like harry potter style.
I rememberd that my friend had lent me a movie for the next time I was tripping and decided for lack of anything else to do to put it in. That very moment I got a phone call from the friend who gave me a ride, he wanted his boomers too, so I crawled out my window and waited for him when he got there I handed them to him, he said "so how are they".
I nodded, it was enough. I asked him for a smoke, and he gave me one. I went back into my room, put the smoke on my dresser.
This movie called "dot and the kangaroo" is the trippiest movie I have seen in my LIFE. It takes place in austrailia and is about a girl who falls down this hill and then meets a kangaroo that gives her the "fruit of understanding" then all the animals can talk to her. It is all animated on the back of photos of the austrailian outback, It made perfect sence to me. My body was burning, every single movement seemed to signal a waterfall from the nearest appendage, my phone rang.
My friend wanted me to come over to his house, I couldnt my bike was broken. All the sudden he started yelling the guy we gave a ride back was running off into the windstorm, talking about never coming back. He was calling people rabbits, and saying all the same shit over and over again, people thought he was gonna swallow his tounge and shit.
I wanted to go look for him, my friend talked me out of it, I realized it was a dumb ass idea anyways.
I finished my movie, I thought that it was weird, I was still tripping hard. I looked out the window, and rememberd my ciggerette. I was wearing athletic shorts and a sweatshirt, I climbed out my window. Everything seemed to be simplified, and moving at the edges, the trees were conical and moving in the wind, witch was still amazingly strong. I put the cig between my lips, my body jolted, I started to run.
There was a small creek bout 3 blocks where me and Hoh and other friends used to smoke and for some reason I believed my freind would be there. I got to the log where we usually sat, and lit my cig. God knows how long later I realized my cig was smoked to the filter and that I was fucking cold. I stood up and the wind took me I fell into the creek.
The worst feeling ever took me, it felt like a negative orgasm or some shit like that. I ran my ass up the hill and took the freezing cloths off, I was now naked. The ground was acting strangely, if my eyes would move and refocus it would look like sections of the ground were like parachutes opening. I felt that I had to avoid these at all costs. I jumped and ran through peoples yards, I was barefoot and the sidewalk was cold. I got home, and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning I woke up, still a little head rushed. I started to look for my friend who ran off, appearently he went to see his friend at work. He thought he was Jesus and his friend was the devil. He was very afraid of the apartment that he had been in the night before, he was afraid of mushrooms, he was afraid of himself. It took him about a week to get over it all, luckily my trip wasnt so tramatic. About 2 weeks ago he skipped town, he didnt tell anybody good bye, or where he was going, except his brother. I figure the town had gotten to much for him, even I had had too many bad experences here with him. I understand.

Well happy trips
Arkantis

Damn. I only read half of the first one. I'll finish once I get some weed. Anyways... you snorted 130mg's of percocet!? Shit man. I once ate a bunch of pills. (I fail to remember the name or how much.) And I sat down to play some Super Nintendo. Well after the first level on Super Mario I don't remember anything until the time I woke up in a DIFFERENT house over 24hours later. Which means I blacked out and fucking drove somewhere jacked up on a ton of pills. The next couple days I felt all wierd, I had bad ballance and I was all dissoriented. No more pills for me.

I think you mentioned that before. I love hearing Arkantis' stories in person, they are always so vibrant. I was going to do the shrooms but he thought I would probably freak myself out because I hadn't done them before and don't smoke weed too often either. It was a good choice, because I had a long day of work the next day. That guy that skipped town was tripping so much, especially at the apartment. Just talking about rabbits and shit, scared me a little.

Thanks man..

hey this one I call

a story for later
I was in the midst of hell, a preparatory school. I was walking in the freezing cold smoking a ciggerette with a plastic glove on. The plastic glove had become a necissity like a condom for sex, when you return to the dorms they smell youre fingers. Those fuckers.
One nice thing about a prep school is that it has dorms witch means rich kids from other countrys, I mean fucking loaded. I was with my friend from korea, he had never been on a comercial airplane before, his parents had a jet. We were at the park smoking, I asked him about his drug experences beacuse he had done coke with me eariler that night, and I love storys. He had never really talked about drugs in english extensively and used alot of hand motions and said that the drugs that are cheap in korea are not the same drugs that are cheap here.
He made the motion of a syringe going into his arm and eventully I figured out what he was doing and I was like fucking heroin, you mean BROWN, SMACK, HORSE, he nodded and told me that he had done it once but some of his friends became addicts so he didnt do it after that. Then he said the magic word.. XTC he spelled it out for me like that.
I saw his reaction from the reaction that I gave him, he knew I wanted to know more. It was one of those things I had not yet got around to trying. It had never been accesable, and its expensive. He told me
"X T C is good and cheap you really havent done it?"
The next week he was going home and I asked him to pick me up some, he said he didnt know the exchange rate and what he came back with was what I would get.
I said "Just as long as there is at least two of em"
He laughed when I said that, we took off the gloves and went back to school. I never understood why he laughed until late that next sunday night. I gave him 40 dollars and told him to get me as much as he could.
He left and I felt nothing but anticipation, I was ready to roll.
Sunday night rolled around, he came back and just said
"crazy".
He threw me a big ass bottle of what read to be IB prophen but upon further inspection was no such thing, this was X T C!
"I figure they were 25 cents a peice"
My mental math skills went into overdive 40 times 4 is....
I dropped the bottle, I realized I had 160 hits of X, by next sunday I would have 3, and thats a story for later.

Holy shit, man. I'm stoned right now and I bet HoH is right about you being vibrant and telling stories. That's some intense shit.

I don't fuck around with any other drug than weed. Everything else is just retarded, IMO.

I don't fuck around with any other drug than weed. Everything else is just retarded, IMO.

I agree with the exception of acid or shrooms or anything related that doesn't cause severe damage to the body or brain. I enjoyed acid a lot, probably the best time I've ever had.