2017-01-11 at 7:34 AM UTC
kroz
weak whyte, frothy cuck, and former twink
ITT we share our scariest drug experiences, i've had quite a few and most of them were not exactly fueled by the situation but more so delusions.
several years ago I was applying for jobs, and I was coming out of a store and this guy asked me If I wanted to smoke (normally I wouldn't mess with random people like this but I had just taken valium and was all chill) and I honestly thought he meant weed, and he asked if I had a place. So we got in my car and went to my place and he busted out a crack pipe (i've only smoked crack 3 times in my entire life, its just not my thing)
and he had a bag of crack and he just kept loading it and hitting it and we were passing it back and forth. He asked If i would put some porn on my laptop, and i was uhh okay so I put some porn on and we were just smoking crack and watching porn.
He started asking me if I have a gun and where is it at. And I was like lol I don't have a gun dude i don't know what you're talking about. (i had a shotgun and an ak47 in my closet) and I started getting kinda nervous. We ran out of crack and I was dude I need to drop you off back at home...
and he didn't want to leave my place he was so fucked up, he was praying and just like zoning out in my kitchen (the valium kept me some what "stable" and I was like man here you go heres some benadryl, I'm going to take you home bud.
I open my door and down the stairs theres a cop walking around with a shotgun drawn out and I get all freaked out and I say "hey whats goin' on?" and he just looks up at me with a stern look on his face and shakes his head...
we go to my car and get in and start to drive out and theres like five cop cars and all these cops...
it kinda freaked me out
and then a few months ago I went to see slipknot / marilyn manson at the f1 track, (i hadn't seen her in almost a month and she manipulated me into going with her) we went to her drug dealers place, i waited in the car, she came back and gave me a blotter of "acid" and she had a lil envelope of coke. I asked for some of the coke and she got really bitchy and said I just gave you acid this is for me, and I was like bitch I wasn't even going to go to this show you tricked me into coming with you, and she started yelling at me "idiot, you want me to just throw it out the window?" while i was driving and i was no fuck you, we went to her work and printed out the tickets and when we got back to the car we both did the coke and drove to the show.
When we got to the show we were both tripping and she said she need to go to the bathroom and I went where the bathrooms are with her because the place is so huge and it was getting dark and I felt like I was going to get lost like a step child in walmart. marilyn manson was finishing up his set and it felt like forever that she was in the bathroom and I started to get worried, like maybe she already went back to our seats because she didn't see me and assumed I just went back. So I was getting really nervous and started adjusting my socks cause they felt weird on my legs and just generally probably looked neurotic but everyone there had dyed hair and peircings and shit so I probably actually looked normal.
She came up behind me and was like hey whats up, and i was like omg i thought you left me and we went and got a drink and I chilled out after that, but for a minute there i was kinda antsy
yeah so whats yours?
Post last edited by Bill Krozby at 2017-01-11T07:38:56.706609+00:00
2017-01-12 at 12:36 AM UTC
Smoking N-ethyl-ketamine thinking it was UR-144.
And then doing it again.
And again.
And a few more times just to make sure it wasn't a syncan.
It was only scary because I expected to get regular high but instead obviously got the dissociative effects and really quite strong too. It freaked me out at the time cos I thought I was guna be fucked up for good
Post last edited by reject at 2017-01-12T00:39:16.111655+00:00
2017-01-12 at 2:19 PM UTC
Puking on heroin sus'd me out but mostly I found it pretty funny.
2017-01-12 at 3:19 PM UTC
I've never had a spooky experience with drugs themselves, but I've had close calls with getting caught
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>be walk home from school with friend
>be walk by gas station and see one of my neighbors, qt 19 y/o who throws parties and pisses off all of the other people in our apartment building
>ask her to do me a solid and buy me a pipe since i was 16 at the time (18 now)
>hand her $30 and she goes in, comes back a couple mins later with it and the change
>its like 4;15
>me and friend go to apartment, smorcc marawonna with new drug smoking device
>by the time we're done smoking and tarding out and whatever else, its like 5;05
>dad comes home from work at 5;10-5;15ish
>we're walking around the back of the building to my front door, he takes his boots off because they're muddy
>2 steps toward my door, i see the front of my dad's truck round the corner
>shitbricks.exe because he doesnt want me to have people over without asking and we both smelled like a fresh doobie, plus pipe/weed/lighter in my pocket
>run inside at mach 12 and im fumbling to get my bedroom window open so friend can leave before we get caught
>he dives out into muddy ground with boots in hand, manages to not get socks all muddy somehow
>i run into the bathroom with my shit, disrobe, and turn on the shower
>stuff weed into sock and bundle all my dirty clothes around sock to mask smell
>take shower and get extra clean
>brush my teeth before i get out of the bathroom
>dad says nothing about it, guess i gave him the runaround well enough
that was the only time besides me getting caught smoking or nearly getting caught tripping acid that really spooked me
2017-01-12 at 4:16 PM UTC
I've had a lot of fucked up experiences with drugs...
The most scary for me were usually fairly serious cases of alcohol poisoning where I thought I was gonna die for sure. I've also gotten pretty scared when I did some H with my girl and I was watching her stop breathing for long periods of time. But nothing was as scary as some of the anxiety induced by spice. The first time I smoked some in a while (New Year's Eve this year....fresh outta jail) I was put in the rack. There was a wall lamp by my rack at the halfway house I'm in and we put a green towel over it for shade....well every time I look up the lamp is getting closer and closer.....I'm also waiting for the guy that runs the halfway house to bust in our room any minute (he was doing room checks all night...) Granted that wasn't even close to the scariest spice moment I've had, it was the most recent and definitely the most potent I've ever hit....
2017-01-12 at 4:18 PM UTC
Obbe
Alan What?
[annoy my right-angled speediness]
This one time my boss asked me to take his wife out on a date. I picked up some H a few hours earlier and the dealer was out of balloons so he had to put it in a baggy. When I picked up the bosses wife she was all coked up. We went for dinner and dancing, won a trophy, and when I took her home I told her I needed to piss. When I got out of the washroom I found her overdosing on the heroin she found in my jacket, stupid coke head must have thought it was coke. I went insane, rushed her limp ass over to the the dealers house and had to inject adrenaline into her heart to wake her up. Good thing the boss never found out.
2017-01-12 at 4:20 PM UTC
smoking spice and being 3 seconds away from death
2017-01-12 at 4:34 PM UTC
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