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Do you remember the first time you took a drug?
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2018-03-24 at 12:36 PM UTC
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2018-03-24 at 12:49 PM UTC
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2018-03-24 at 12:51 PM UTC
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2018-03-24 at 1:16 PM UTCThat’s not a drug bitch.
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2018-03-24 at 1:22 PM UTC
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2018-03-24 at 5:17 PM UTC
Originally posted by Grimace For some reason, it was the funniest goddamn thing I had ever seen and started laughing hysterically. The more I laughed, the more absurd I knew I must have looked, which fueled even more laughter. Tears streaming down my face and the muscles in my face and stomach hurting,
i was offered once and had my hand out to grab one and thats when my i saw my friend broke out the way you did and i thot to my self how undignified that would be and so i said thanks but no thanks.
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2018-03-24 at 9:15 PM UTC
Originally posted by Fox Paws That’s not a drug bitch.
Tell us about the first time you tried smack at age 11
err yeah its definitely a drug. funnily enough tho it was at 11 years old that i first tried a recreational drug.
Originally posted by Enter then whyd you bring it up and make me waste all this time asking you this shit
fred said first time you took a drug.
the first time i took a proper dangerous recreational drug was just after xmas in 1984. i was riding my new bike around the estate and rode down this little alleyway that was about halfway down my street. in the alley were some of the slightly older kids that were my neighbors who i used to hang out with sometimes. i was already well down my little rebellious path by this point and when i see they were smoking this really naughty stuff and then they offered me to have a few drags i was totally down for it. they passed me one that was already halfway smoked and i didn't hesitate to put it to my lips and take that very first ever drag. it made me cough of course and these older kids of course had their obligatory laugh at my innocenceness showing through, but i still took a few more tokes and hung around while they smoked a couple more. it felt awesome doing something so forbidden and i knew right there that i would be doing more of this at every opportunity from then on. and i did, for a while sneaking down that alley with the older kids became a regular thing, we were this ultra cool little clique that were participating in something nobody else knew about and was totally against all the rules. but of course it wasn't long before i was hooked, and just going down that alley once every day or so wasn't enough. and by this time just a few pulls of somebody elses wasn't enough, i was smoking whole ones to myself. of course supplying my dirty little habit had now become a small problem and as an 11 year old who was only on around £1 per week in pocket money, this was no where near enough. so i was spending my school dinner money on it. and when that wasn't enough i quickly resorted to stealing to fund my addiction. at first just stealing some out of my moms handbag but even that couldn't supply me for long. there was a kid at the top of my road who was about a year younger than me and i used to go round his house regularly to play atari with him and they had soda stream which was pretty cool. i was playing pacman one afternoon in his conservatory when he went off to make us a soda stream. while he was gone i noticed there were a load of bags stacked up behind the couch i was sitting on. in one of them it was full of my current drug of choice. his family had been away to spain on vacation recently and they had obviously smuggled a load back with them. i couldn't resist, in fact i didn't even have to think twice and automatically just slipped one of the smaller packets of this deadly narcotic into my pocket. after i left his i went down the local youth center because it was wednesday and they had a disco on in the evenings. i hooked up with my pal lee down there that evening who also had developed himself a nasty little habit as well. we went into the public toilets by the park and got greedy smoking shitloads one after the other. we'd never had so much in one go and we got totally carried away. pretty soon i was spewing my guts up as was lee, we had consumed way too much and i felt sick as dog for the rest of the night. my head was spinning and i couldn't stop being sick for hours. still after this i was unperturbed and continued smoking more and my addiction just got worse and worse. soon i did away with the weaker stuff and got onto the real hard stuff, benson and hedges, that smooth gold box just made it look so elegant and it just seemed like everyone else was doing it. i would get a pound for my school dinner money and was able to buy in the local shop a pack of 10 B&H for 71p and a box of matches for 9p. that would still leave me enough for a bag of chips and a can of drink which is all i lived on for the rest of my school career. but pretty soon that wasn't enough and i would resort to stealing once again. and i became pretty professional at it too, soon climbing the criminal ladder. my parents would often buy theirs in bulk and leave sealed packets on the side unopened. but i had developed a way of very carefully opening the cellophane at the bottom of the pack, sliding it up till i could open the lid, carefully lift the inner foil and i would remove the two back corner cigarettes and then do it all back up again neatly, sliding the cellophane back down the box and using a small strip of scotch tape so that you would never notice unless you were looking for it. i did that for years and there was many a time when it would get me by when i had nothing to smoke at all. anyway eventually doing baccy led onto other drugs, some of which were as much as a quarter or even a whole 50% as deadly as smoking cigarettes was. the next thing i knew i was 45, still hopelessly addicted to tobacco and sitting here at my computer telling my story in the hope that some other 11 year old will read it and maybe, just maybe it will make one of those 11 year olds stop and think before taking that first drag, thinking it was really cool to be doing that forbidden shit with those cool older kids. if we can save just one kid it will be worth it.
my name is NARCassist and i am an addict.
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2018-03-24 at 9:49 PM UTCDidn't read
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2018-03-24 at 10:47 PM UTC
Originally posted by NARCassist the first time i took a proper dangerous recreational drug was just after xmas in 1984. i was riding my new bike around the estate and rode down this little alleyway that was about halfway down my street. in the alley were some of the slightly older kids that were my neighbors who i used to hang out with sometimes. i was already well down my little rebellious path by this point and when i see they were smoking this really naughty stuff and then they offered me to have a few drags i was totally down for it. they passed me one that was already halfway smoked and i didn't hesitate to put it to my lips and take that very first ever drag. it wasn't long before i was hooked,
the next thing i knew i was 45, still hopelessly addicted to horrible, evil cannabis and sitting here at my computer telling my story in the hope that some other 11 year old will read it and maybe, just maybe it will make one of those 11 year olds stop and think before taking that first drag, thinking it was really cool to be doing that forbidden shit with those cool older kids. if we can save just one kid it will be worth it.
my name is NARCassist and i am a pot addict.
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Abridged and edited for the GOP to use this gubernatorial election cycle in my state, sorry JB. -
2018-03-24 at 11:50 PM UTC
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2018-03-24 at 11:53 PM UTCthe full unedited version. post is protected by european freedom of speech laws.
the first time i took a proper dangerous recreational drug was just after xmas in 1984. i was riding my new bike around the estate and rode down this little alleyway that was about halfway down my street. in the alley were some of the slightly older kids that were my neighbors who i used to hang out with sometimes. i was already well down my little rebellious path by this point and when i see they were smoking this really naughty stuff and then they offered me to have a few drags i was totally down for it. they passed me one that was already halfway smoked and i didn't hesitate to put it to my lips and take that very first ever drag. it made me cough of course and these older kids of course had their obligatory laugh at my innocenceness showing through, but i still took a few more tokes and hung around while they smoked a couple more. it felt awesome doing something so forbidden and i knew right there that i would be doing more of this at every opportunity from then on. and i did, for a while sneaking down that alley with the older kids became a regular thing, we were this ultra cool little clique that were participating in something nobody else knew about and was totally against all the rules. but of course it wasn't long before i was hooked, and just going down that alley once every day or so wasn't enough. and by this time just a few pulls of somebody elses wasn't enough, i was smoking whole ones to myself. of course supplying my dirty little habit had now become a small problem and as an 11 year old who was only on around £1 per week in pocket money, this was no where near enough. so i was spending my school dinner money on it. and when that wasn't enough i quickly resorted to stealing to fund my addiction. at first just stealing some out of my moms handbag but even that couldn't supply me for long. there was a kid at the top of my road who was about a year younger than me and i used to go round his house regularly to play atari with him and they had soda stream which was pretty cool. i was playing pacman one afternoon in his conservatory when he went off to make us a soda stream. while he was gone i noticed there were a load of bags stacked up behind the couch i was sitting on. in one of them it was full of my current drug of choice. his family had been away to spain on vacation recently and they had obviously smuggled a load back with them. i couldn't resist, in fact i didn't even have to think twice and automatically just slipped one of the smaller packets of this deadly narcotic into my pocket. after i left his i went down the local youth center because it was wednesday and they had a disco on in the evenings. i hooked up with my pal lee down there that evening who also had developed himself a nasty little habit as well. we went into the public toilets by the park and got greedy smoking shitloads one after the other. we'd never had so much in one go and we got totally carried away. pretty soon i was spewing my guts up as was lee, we had consumed way too much and i felt sick as dog for the rest of the night. my head was spinning and i couldn't stop being sick for hours. still after this i was unperturbed and continued smoking more and my addiction just got worse and worse. soon i did away with the weaker stuff and got onto the real hard stuff, benson and hedges, that smooth gold box just made it look so elegant and it just seemed like everyone else was doing it. i would get a pound for my school dinner money and was able to buy in the local shop a pack of 10 B&H for 71p and a box of matches for 9p. that would still leave me enough for a bag of chips and a can of drink which is all i lived on for the rest of my school career. but pretty soon that wasn't enough and i would resort to stealing once again. and i became pretty professional at it too, soon climbing the criminal ladder. my parents would often buy theirs in bulk and leave sealed packets on the side unopened. but i had developed a way of very carefully opening the cellophane at the bottom of the pack, sliding it up till i could open the lid, carefully lift the inner foil and i would remove the two back corner cigarettes and then do it all back up again neatly, sliding the cellophane back down the box and using a small strip of scotch tape so that you would never notice unless you were looking for it. i did that for years and there was many a time when it would get me by when i had nothing to smoke at all. anyway eventually doing baccy led onto other drugs, some of which were as much as a quarter or even a whole 50% as deadly as smoking cigarettes was. the next thing i knew i was 45, still hopelessly addicted to tobacco and sitting here at my computer telling my story in the hope that some other 11 year old will read it and maybe, just maybe it will make one of those 11 year olds stop and think before taking that first drag, thinking it was really cool to be doing that forbidden shit with those cool older kids. if we can save just one kid it will be worth it.
my name is NARCassist and i am an addict. -
2018-03-25 at 12:27 AM UTCDo you remember the first time you took a drug?
Sounds like an attempt at my
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2018-03-25 at 4:03 AM UTC
Originally posted by NARCassist err yeah its definitely a drug. funnily enough tho it was at 11 years old that i first tried a recreational drug.
fred said first time you took a drug.
the first time i took a proper dangerous recreational drug was just after xmas in 1984. i was riding my new bike around the estate and rode down this little alleyway that was about halfway down my street. in the alley were some of the slightly older kids that were my neighbors who i used to hang out with sometimes. i was already well down my little rebellious path by this point and when i see they were smoking this really naughty stuff and then they offered me to have a few drags i was totally down for it. they passed me one that was already halfway smoked and i didn't hesitate to put it to my lips and take that very first ever drag. it made me cough of course and these older kids of course had their obligatory laugh at my innocenceness showing through, but i still took a few more tokes and hung around while they smoked a couple more. it felt awesome doing something so forbidden and i knew right there that i would be doing more of this at every opportunity from then on. and i did, for a while sneaking down that alley with the older kids became a regular thing, we were this ultra cool little clique that were participating in something nobody else knew about and was totally against all the rules. but of course it wasn't long before i was hooked, and just going down that alley once every day or so wasn't enough. and by this time just a few pulls of somebody elses wasn't enough, i was smoking whole ones to myself. of course supplying my dirty little habit had now become a small problem and as an 11 year old who was only on around £1 per week in pocket money, this was no where near enough. so i was spending my school dinner money on it. and when that wasn't enough i quickly resorted to stealing to fund my addiction. at first just stealing some out of my moms handbag but even that couldn't supply me for long. there was a kid at the top of my road who was about a year younger than me and i used to go round his house regularly to play atari with him and they had soda stream which was pretty cool. i was playing pacman one afternoon in his conservatory when he went off to make us a soda stream. while he was gone i noticed there were a load of bags stacked up behind the couch i was sitting on. in one of them it was full of my current drug of choice. his family had been away to spain on vacation recently and they had obviously smuggled a load back with them. i couldn't resist, in fact i didn't even have to think twice and automatically just slipped one of the smaller packets of this deadly narcotic into my pocket. after i left his i went down the local youth center because it was wednesday and they had a disco on in the evenings. i hooked up with my pal lee down there that evening who also had developed himself a nasty little habit as well. we went into the public toilets by the park and got greedy smoking shitloads one after the other. we'd never had so much in one go and we got totally carried away. pretty soon i was spewing my guts up as was lee, we had consumed way too much and i felt sick as dog for the rest of the night. my head was spinning and i couldn't stop being sick for hours. still after this i was unperturbed and continued smoking more and my addiction just got worse and worse. soon i did away with the weaker stuff and got onto the real hard stuff, benson and hedges, that smooth gold box just made it look so elegant and it just seemed like everyone else was doing it. i would get a pound for my school dinner money and was able to buy in the local shop a pack of 10 B&H for 71p and a box of matches for 9p. that would still leave me enough for a bag of chips and a can of drink which is all i lived on for the rest of my school career. but pretty soon that wasn't enough and i would resort to stealing once again. and i became pretty professional at it too, soon climbing the criminal ladder. my parents would often buy theirs in bulk and leave sealed packets on the side unopened. but i had developed a way of very carefully opening the cellophane at the bottom of the pack, sliding it up till i could open the lid, carefully lift the inner foil and i would remove the two back corner cigarettes and then do it all back up again neatly, sliding the cellophane back down the box and using a small strip of scotch tape so that you would never notice unless you were looking for it. i did that for years and there was many a time when it would get me by when i had nothing to smoke at all. anyway eventually doing baccy led onto other drugs, some of which were as much as a quarter or even a whole 50% as deadly as smoking cigarettes was. the next thing i knew i was 45, still hopelessly addicted to tobacco and sitting here at my computer telling my story in the hope that some other 11 year old will read it and maybe, just maybe it will make one of those 11 year olds stop and think before taking that first drag, thinking it was really cool to be doing that forbidden shit with those cool older kids. if we can save just one kid it will be worth it.
my name is NARCassist and i am an addict.
are you talking about cigarette ????
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2018-03-25 at 4:07 AM UTC
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2018-03-25 at 6:06 AM UTC
Originally posted by NARCassist the first time i took a proper dangerous recreational drug was just after xmas in 1984. i was riding my new bike around the estate and rode down this little alleyway that was about halfway down my street. in the alley were some of the slightly older kids that were my neighbors who i used to hang out with sometimes. i was already well down my little rebellious path by this point and when i see they were smoking this really naughty stuff and then they offered me to have a few drags i was totally down for it.
they passed me one that was already halfway smoked and i didn't hesitate to put it to my lips and take that very first ever drag. it made me cough of course and these older kids of course had their obligatory laugh at my innocenceness showing through, but i still took a few more tokes and hung around while they smoked a couple more. it felt awesome doing something so forbidden and i knew right there that i would be doing more of this at every opportunity from then on. and i did, for a while sneaking down that alley with the older kids became a regular thing, we were this ultra cool little clique that were participating in something nobody else knew about and was totally against all the rules.
but of course it wasn't long before i was hooked, and just going down that alley once every day or so wasn't enough. and by this time just a few pulls of somebody elses wasn't enough, i was smoking whole ones to myself. of course supplying my dirty little habit had now become a small problem and as an 11 year old who was only on around £1 per week in pocket money, this was no where near enough. so i was spending my school dinner money on it. and when that wasn't enough i quickly resorted to stealing to fund my addiction. at first just stealing some out of my moms handbag but even that couldn't supply me for long.
there was a kid at the top of my road who was about a year younger than me and i used to go round his house regularly to play atari with him and they had soda stream which was pretty cool. i was playing pacman one afternoon in his conservatory when he went off to make us a soda stream. while he was gone i noticed there were a load of bags stacked up behind the couch i was sitting on. in one of them it was full of my current drug of choice. his family had been away to spain on vacation recently and they had obviously smuggled a load back with them.
i couldn't resist, in fact i didn't even have to think twice and automatically just slipped one of the smaller packets of this deadly narcotic into my pocket. after i left his i went down the local youth center because it was wednesday and they had a disco on in the evenings. i hooked up with my pal lee down there that evening who also had developed himself a nasty little habit as well. we went into the public toilets by the park and got greedy smoking shitloads one after the other. we'd never had so much in one go and we got totally carried away.
pretty soon i was spewing my guts up as was lee, we had consumed way too much and i felt sick as dog for the rest of the night. my head was spinning and i couldn't stop being sick for hours. still after this i was unperturbed and continued smoking more and my addiction just got worse and worse. soon i did away with the weaker stuff and got onto the real hard stuff, benson and hedges, that smooth gold box just made it look so elegant and it just seemed like everyone else was doing it. i would get a pound for my school dinner money and was able to buy in the local shop a pack of 10 B&H for 71p and a box of matches for 9p. that would still leave me enough for a bag of chips and a can of drink which is all i lived on for the rest of my school career.
but pretty soon that wasn't enough and i would resort to stealing once again. and i became pretty professional at it too, soon climbing the criminal ladder. my parents would often buy theirs in bulk and leave sealed packets on the side unopened. but i had developed a way of very carefully opening the cellophane at the bottom of the pack, sliding it up till i could open the lid, carefully lift the inner foil and i would remove the two back corner cigarettes and then do it all back up again neatly, sliding the cellophane back down the box and using a small strip of scotch tape so that you would never notice unless you were looking for it. i did that for years and there was many a time when it would get me by when i had nothing to smoke at all.
anyway eventually doing baccy led onto other drugs, some of which were as much as a quarter or even a whole 50% as deadly as smoking cigarettes was. the next thing i knew i was 45, still hopelessly addicted to tobacco and sitting here at my computer telling my story in the hope that some other 11 year old will read it and maybe, just maybe it will make one of those 11 year olds stop and think before taking that first drag, thinking it was really cool to be doing that forbidden shit with those cool older kids. if we can save just one kid it will be worth it.
my name is NARCassist and i am an addict.
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Nigga, after reading this over again I realized it was pretty clever and a good read. I added paragraphs so other niggas are more inclined to read it, I hope you don't mind. -
2018-03-25 at 6:46 AM UTC
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2018-03-25 at 9:49 AM UTC
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2018-03-25 at 9:52 AM UTC
Originally posted by Zanick Nigga, after reading this over again I realized it was pretty clever and a good read. I added paragraphs so other niggas are more inclined to read it, I hope you don't mind.
well yes i do mind, worry about your own posts and stop interfering in mine. have you any idea just how fucking patronizing you're being right now?
not cool zanick, not cool.
can i call you zane for short btw?
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