Benny Beanstalk
10-30-2006, 04:36 AM
holy fuck, where to start.
ok, this is my 'valuables' i got on me at the beginning, i'll keep you posted throughout the story.
3g of weed, 32$, spray paint i was holding for my friends.
k so, my and a few friend were going out to a halloween punk show near one of my friends' house, so we could crash there after the show. so i we go with a fair amout of booze, a rainbow of spray paint, and i'm packing 3gs of weed (not with the intention of smoking it all) so we get there just outside we had a "power sesh" of taking huge swigs of vodka and rum. in the end we all didnt find ourselves to be that drunk. it takes us awhile to muster up some people to pitch in for more booze. meanwhile my friend(matt) is talking with some punk kid he knows. so we get a small group of people to go on a beer run. on the way there, we decide to tag some fucking shit. k all goes good, no one gets caught, and we have blast doin it. then we find out when my friend(Matt) was talking with his punk friends, he gave him some codiene or ketamine (not sure which one). no one has no clue what we're in for because we have no experiene in the chemical drug industry, so everybody's chill, we just treat matt with a little extra care. so now it comes down to me and my other friend (Steve) to go get some beer for the group. i got all the money from everyone so my 'valuables' are now:
3gs, 47$, and 2 spray cans (pink and green)
so we get there, steve was gonna go get the beer from the vendor, but we're under 18 so this is a bit harder. i give steve 35$ to buy a bunch of beer. steve tries straight up asking the people, but they ID'ed him (no chance i should try i look like i'm 15...cause i am, haha). next was fishing, no luck... this world sux. so we head over to the local liquor mart to test our luck. we walk there, i ask steve for the money, he dropped 30 of the 35$. right now we're both so pissed, we're not really drunk and i just lost 30$ and he has to pay me back. and we have barely any money to get into the show, let alone get drunk. so we try looking for the money which was really pointless. we must've been out on that street for an hour. we give up head back. by then we're so pissed we just need to mellow out. so we smoke a bowl just to clear our heads.
3.75g/weed, 17$, same spray i had b-fo.
we meet up with our group from before. pissed off i give back the other people's money (i'm not a jerk). but we get back there and a whole shitload has happened. my buddy Paul got caught by some old guy spraypainting thier neighbors house or fence. i didnt really care that much.... only because matt had been crying because me and steve were gone(still on whatever drug it was) we hang out outside for a bit more, bum some money to get into the show and we go in and matt's like dying, he's falling over, puking its fucking sick. he gets kicked out, by the assholes who run the place. then everyone wants to blaze with me, the place must've been dry of drugs and booze or something cause everyone wanted to be my friend. i smoked in so many different circles with my pipe my weed my fucking everything. luckily someone paid me back 5$. thank you man. some others did too, but it was change, i dont like change. but i had about 5$ of it by the end of the night. bt anyways. he's what i got now
1.5g, 10$, spray paint
bakc to matt. he laying, sometimes sitting if we can get him too. we're outside. he's cold, we're cold. he puking, no one's having a good time cause matt fucking took stupid drugs. we're all worried, and some of us want to take him to the hospital the others want to get him home to his mom. we do niether. we take him back to his my buddy Paul's house where we were crashing. we tell his mom that he's too drunk. she doesnt get mad, but the freakiest thing i've ever seen happened at that moment. He start yelling at paul's mom talking like satan, i'm not sure if it was actuall 'devil speak' but i was stoned enough for it to convince me. i dont know what pauls mom thought then but we didnt she her for a while. we put matt in a bed and we chill out for a bit at the house. the night is still young, and a bunch of us are pissed off at matt, for wrecking the night. he took it at about 8:00, it's now 11:00, we're talking care of this kid for 3 hours no partying at all yet. fucking matt.
we decide to head back the show, we paid, fuck you matt, we're leaving your sorry ass here with paul's mom to watch. he slept i hope. we go back, ditch the spray paint in some piles of leaves to get later for some more taggin. we go back it's about 11:30. fuck, more people convince me to blaze. more and more circles...
.5g, 10$
i got back inside. and 5 minutes later the show ends. no moshing for me or my friends. no drunken love. nothing. we go outside to tag, but with no drive and we were burning out, we choose to head to pauls. we hang out for a short while, i think we had hotdogs or something. we hang out till about 1:00 or 1:30. life sucks at this point. i wanna sleep. sleep happens. 8:00 the next day (or 7:00, as we're still used to thanks to daylight savings time) we wake up to matt puking his guts out. i didnt want to have to deal with this shit anymore. i just slept a wee bit more. i didnt help that everyone else got up and wanted breakfast... so i had to go too, or else i would probably miss out.
this story just drags on... more of matt puking and watchin tv. in the end, i find myself 2,5grams and 20$ shorter. about 45$ cost in total, not including the spray paint. thats right the shitty awful night cost 45$.
the moral of this story is don't do fucking chemicals, not only will it fuck you up, but fuck, it'll piss off you're friends and ruin their time. i'm still friends with matt but fuckin idiot.
and out of curiousity, from how i described the symtoms, could anyone tell what matt was on, codiene or ketamine. he also said everything was shaking.
ps: MATT IS AN IDIOT, fuck.
ok, this is my 'valuables' i got on me at the beginning, i'll keep you posted throughout the story.
3g of weed, 32$, spray paint i was holding for my friends.
k so, my and a few friend were going out to a halloween punk show near one of my friends' house, so we could crash there after the show. so i we go with a fair amout of booze, a rainbow of spray paint, and i'm packing 3gs of weed (not with the intention of smoking it all) so we get there just outside we had a "power sesh" of taking huge swigs of vodka and rum. in the end we all didnt find ourselves to be that drunk. it takes us awhile to muster up some people to pitch in for more booze. meanwhile my friend(matt) is talking with some punk kid he knows. so we get a small group of people to go on a beer run. on the way there, we decide to tag some fucking shit. k all goes good, no one gets caught, and we have blast doin it. then we find out when my friend(Matt) was talking with his punk friends, he gave him some codiene or ketamine (not sure which one). no one has no clue what we're in for because we have no experiene in the chemical drug industry, so everybody's chill, we just treat matt with a little extra care. so now it comes down to me and my other friend (Steve) to go get some beer for the group. i got all the money from everyone so my 'valuables' are now:
3gs, 47$, and 2 spray cans (pink and green)
so we get there, steve was gonna go get the beer from the vendor, but we're under 18 so this is a bit harder. i give steve 35$ to buy a bunch of beer. steve tries straight up asking the people, but they ID'ed him (no chance i should try i look like i'm 15...cause i am, haha). next was fishing, no luck... this world sux. so we head over to the local liquor mart to test our luck. we walk there, i ask steve for the money, he dropped 30 of the 35$. right now we're both so pissed, we're not really drunk and i just lost 30$ and he has to pay me back. and we have barely any money to get into the show, let alone get drunk. so we try looking for the money which was really pointless. we must've been out on that street for an hour. we give up head back. by then we're so pissed we just need to mellow out. so we smoke a bowl just to clear our heads.
3.75g/weed, 17$, same spray i had b-fo.
we meet up with our group from before. pissed off i give back the other people's money (i'm not a jerk). but we get back there and a whole shitload has happened. my buddy Paul got caught by some old guy spraypainting thier neighbors house or fence. i didnt really care that much.... only because matt had been crying because me and steve were gone(still on whatever drug it was) we hang out outside for a bit more, bum some money to get into the show and we go in and matt's like dying, he's falling over, puking its fucking sick. he gets kicked out, by the assholes who run the place. then everyone wants to blaze with me, the place must've been dry of drugs and booze or something cause everyone wanted to be my friend. i smoked in so many different circles with my pipe my weed my fucking everything. luckily someone paid me back 5$. thank you man. some others did too, but it was change, i dont like change. but i had about 5$ of it by the end of the night. bt anyways. he's what i got now
1.5g, 10$, spray paint
bakc to matt. he laying, sometimes sitting if we can get him too. we're outside. he's cold, we're cold. he puking, no one's having a good time cause matt fucking took stupid drugs. we're all worried, and some of us want to take him to the hospital the others want to get him home to his mom. we do niether. we take him back to his my buddy Paul's house where we were crashing. we tell his mom that he's too drunk. she doesnt get mad, but the freakiest thing i've ever seen happened at that moment. He start yelling at paul's mom talking like satan, i'm not sure if it was actuall 'devil speak' but i was stoned enough for it to convince me. i dont know what pauls mom thought then but we didnt she her for a while. we put matt in a bed and we chill out for a bit at the house. the night is still young, and a bunch of us are pissed off at matt, for wrecking the night. he took it at about 8:00, it's now 11:00, we're talking care of this kid for 3 hours no partying at all yet. fucking matt.
we decide to head back the show, we paid, fuck you matt, we're leaving your sorry ass here with paul's mom to watch. he slept i hope. we go back, ditch the spray paint in some piles of leaves to get later for some more taggin. we go back it's about 11:30. fuck, more people convince me to blaze. more and more circles...
.5g, 10$
i got back inside. and 5 minutes later the show ends. no moshing for me or my friends. no drunken love. nothing. we go outside to tag, but with no drive and we were burning out, we choose to head to pauls. we hang out for a short while, i think we had hotdogs or something. we hang out till about 1:00 or 1:30. life sucks at this point. i wanna sleep. sleep happens. 8:00 the next day (or 7:00, as we're still used to thanks to daylight savings time) we wake up to matt puking his guts out. i didnt want to have to deal with this shit anymore. i just slept a wee bit more. i didnt help that everyone else got up and wanted breakfast... so i had to go too, or else i would probably miss out.
this story just drags on... more of matt puking and watchin tv. in the end, i find myself 2,5grams and 20$ shorter. about 45$ cost in total, not including the spray paint. thats right the shitty awful night cost 45$.
the moral of this story is don't do fucking chemicals, not only will it fuck you up, but fuck, it'll piss off you're friends and ruin their time. i'm still friends with matt but fuckin idiot.
and out of curiousity, from how i described the symtoms, could anyone tell what matt was on, codiene or ketamine. he also said everything was shaking.
ps: MATT IS AN IDIOT, fuck.