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The Legend of the Noid
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2019-03-18 at 4:43 PM UTCYeah dude they’re called grey market guns. What state do you live in?
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2019-03-18 at 5:45 PM UTCMinn.
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2019-03-18 at 9:33 PM UTC
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2019-03-19 at 11:05 AM UTCSorry about jacking your thread Alderaan, I was drinking heavily last night after not drinking for two months
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2019-03-20 at 7:12 AM UTCAll good man, I didn't have much more to add than the story I found interesting anyway. Your longpost is good reading for anyone who's never had a psychotic break; it's impossible to really understand what something like that is without feeling completely unable to determine what's real and what isn't for yourself
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2019-03-20 at 11:51 AM UTC
Originally posted by DietPiano I wonder if I can buy a gun at a gunshow or second hand now that I have a posession charge on my record. After my mental breakdown my uncle stole my guns and locked them somewhere even my dad doesn't know the wherabouts of. It was a new 9mm Berreta 92 Inox ($650) and about 3 years old Remington 700 30-06. He offered me $1500, which I refused because they aren't worth that anymore. I accepted $900 which is about what you would get if you sold them maybe, but I kind of regret not taking the 1500, or at least 1300.
However, he did pay my court fines, which were $850, so I don't feel as bad about it now. I can buy them back from him at some point, but I don't really want to. I'd prefer something cheaper, and also that Beretta is defective and not safe at all. Also 30-06 ammo is a dollar a round, too expensive, but fucking fun to shoot. I handle recoil very well even though I'm a small guy.
I don't believe a possession charge disqualifies you from firearms ownership, especially if you haven't been convicted. That seems like it might not be right though.
I had this same problem with getting my guns back when I got out of the hospital, family locked them up and I wanted to just leave them there and buy new ones
But the financial crunch caused by my indiscretions and work absenteeism during my insanity made me go get them back. That and the fact that everyone in my family is twice as insane as I am
Originally posted by aldra All good man, I didn't have much more to add than the story I found interesting anyway. Your longpost is good reading for anyone who's never had a psychotic break; it's impossible to really understand what something like that is without feeling completely unable to determine what's real and what isn't for yourself
What's so scary about it is it's like your brain knows EXACTLY how to fuck with you.
I've always said that I think hallucinations of the psychotic /stimulant type are mixtures of your wildest fantasies and your worst nightmares (insert incest joke here)
That's what makes me think it JUST MIGHT be some kind of outside spiritual force fucking with you. But that might just be mental leftovers of being told I had demons inside me from a young age because I had mental health problems -
2019-03-20 at 1:24 PM UTCMy bad, I meant it's a conviction, yeah.
Anyway, what we may never know is why are deliriants ALWAYAS spiders? It doesn't matter who you are, you're gonna see some spiders crawling up the corners of the walls. -
2019-04-14 at 2:42 PM UTC
Originally posted by Jυicebox Don't know how I missed this post, but I had something like this happen recently. I know I'm going to regret posting this, but here goes.
Getting really REALLY drunk January 2 was the last thing I remembered, but I was woken up approximately four days later by these two songs being played on repeat over and over and over at a very high volume. I was stone cold sober, though feeling VERY hungover
I also occasionally heard what sounded like your typical pornographic sounds.
I checked all of my electronics, none of them were on.
"My sister" was there (though I never saw her for more than a few seconds at a time), and explained to me how, after getting fired for poor attendance, I had abandoned work to become a drug dealer, decided I wanted to keep her with me, killed everybody she talked to, raped her, and told her that if she tried to tell anyone, I'd inflict more harm upon her. She said that the reason I was hearing those songs was that somebody in my apartment complex had discovered videos I had put on the internet of my exploits that had used those songs as background music, and they were hoping somebody would recognize them and either question them or open an investigation. She also said that they were playing the music through my car's Bluetooth system, which they were able to access because I had left the keys in my car recently.
I went out to my car, and sure enough, the trunk was open, and there were devices I didn't recognize that were paired with my car's Bluetooth system (I still to this day don't know what that device is, or who did it. It's still paired)
She said that they were able to wire my audio system to feed from the battery so that it would still play, even if the keys were not in the ignition. I kept begging her to talk to me face to face, but she refused, saying I would rape her again if she did.
(Spoiler: My sister is the only one I've had in my life that I could confide in because we had to grow up in the same horrible mess and, though we originally fought a lot, we grew closer after we were subjected to the same shitty treatment by the rest of the family, and we had only each other as witnesses. Because of this, she's the only family member I've talked to for my entire adult life. She later said that she was never there, and was avoiding me because of recent erratic behavior.)
It pissed me off at first, but eventually I realized there was nothing I could do about it, and went back to my apartment. I looked at my phone. It said January 27 (it was actually 1/7, and my phone had been destroyed by a recent dive into a nearby lake "to evade police" according to eyewitnesses. My phone was thus dead during this whole ordeal, but what I saw made me believe I had abandoned all previous responsibilities, and I tried to adapt to what she said was my new life)
Back at the apartment, she played me audio of videos I had made talking about my love of the 10mm round, along with what sounded like numerous demonstrations of its lethality with those songs playing in the background. Horrified with these revelations I considered jumping off the roof of my apartment complex.
I must've stood on that roof for two hours, but eventually she talked me out of it. Horrified with my recent behavior I vowed to make it right, that whoever it was in those videos was not me, and I would from then on set out to prove it.
Long story short, she decided that she didn't trust me any more, and called the police on me. They showed up, and them, along with everybody in the neighborhood, came out with guns pointed at me.
I thought, ok, if I was going to die anyway, I might as well have some fun with it. So I circled my apartment complex talking about how I didn't want to live anyway and yelling at the people I saw, whether they were real or not, to go ahead and shoot me, then barraged them with insults when they wouldn't.
Eventually, someone called the actual cops, and they showed up and arrested me. I remember yelling at someone about "she's lying, I wouldn't do something like that," but the next thing I remember was waking up handcuffed to a hospital bed. I was still hallucinating the entire time I was in the hospital. From the window, I watched a four hour long Nightwish concert, a couple of exotic car shows, as well as watching the entire hospital get burned to the ground, but they wouldn't let me out of the bed the entire time so there was nothing I could do about it. I also got to feel like I was getting cut into pieces, which caused me to start a "final words speech" which eventually got the head doctor called on me. Thinking he was in on everything, I answered all of his questions as absurdly as I could, only realizing I was imagining it when he told me to look at myself. Upon seeing that there was no blood, I concluded that I had imagined everything.
My last day, the hallucinations FINALLY started to fade, and I finally realized that none of that shit actually happened.
When I got out, I saw this thread:
https://niggasin.space/thread/32579
I don't remember my mother being there at all, but apparently she was there for most of it. The few people I talk to all showed me text messages implying that I had bought a 1/4 ounce of meth.
I don't know if that's true or not, but judging from the diagnosis I got in the hospital (Rhabdomyolysis) and bank statements, it probably is. Now the question is, what happened first, the insanity or the drugs? I had been almost completely clean for almost four years before this happened. But at the same time, my mother has apparently been REALLY bad on drugs the last few months, and had talked me into buying more despite my mental state getting worse and worse. She's now serving time for drug charges.
Now nobody in my apartment complex will talk to me, and anyone that sees me looks down and ignores me.
I wish I was making this shit up.
Damn...
I had stimulant induced psychosis for a while but this shit is on another level. I never straight up hallucinated people, except for that one time when i was walking through the woods at night with a couple of people and we had taken cocaine, meth and mdma, the forest floor had rotting limbs sticking out of it and i saw a dead body that wasn't really there and i just walked through the forest with these people(Who were real) and just thought this was the most normal thing ever. -
2019-07-09 at 2:55 AM UTCbump4 schizophrenia megathread
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2019-07-09 at 3:36 AM UTCTempted to cross the line between a good story and liability.
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2022-11-08 at 10:53 PM UTCThat juicebox story is from actor n director Tom Arnold's very own sister. The drug dealer is the sister
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2022-11-09 at 6:52 PM UTC
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2022-11-09 at 6:58 PM UTCGive Me All Your Pizza's With EVERYTHING ON IT
To Go! -
2022-11-09 at 9:59 PM UTC
