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you know... munchies-driven voyages to find food at 2 AM sunday night, daring escapes from the cops, getting stuck in public places, all that harold and kumar kind of stuff that everyone enjoys.
me, i'm sad to say my pot-smoking career has been pretty uneventful. i'm always either in a car or at home when i do it, ive never been caught by the cops, my parents know, and i live in a small town with a 24/7 supermarket so food is always available.
once i hotboxed my friends car with four of us and i cant remember how much weed, it was alot though and good stuff. anyway me and another of my friends was in the back of the car and the other 2 kids were in the front, well they left to go inside to get food while me and my friend stayed in the car, we were feeling the roof of his car and decided it felt like a giant soggy grahm cracker when suddenly they came back and said here we brought you guys some grahm crackers, we looked at each other and started busting up laughing our asses off. after we ate we went for a walk in the forest only to find a tiny shed with a plant in the window and a small fridge filled with vials of blood!!! seriously no joke then we found some kind of modified pick axe that looked like some kind of weapon, soon we got bored and left to go piss on some barrels we found. then we went back to his house and ate ice cream and watched old school. it was great. o ya then i had to drive me and my friend back to his house while we were still baked outta our minds and once we got on the long straight road to his house with no cars it felt like we werent moving so i told him to watch for animals while i proceeded to speed up to 90 mph and then his house was suddenly sooooo close i had to almost slam on the brakes to stop fast enough. haha good times, good times.
this one time i got drunk at my friends house, there was a bunch of people there. i drove their in my moms car, i left to go pick my mom from work (still was drunk), i picked her up, she didnt notice i was drunk, she needed the car for something so she said she'd just drop me off at my friends house. we were outside my friends house i was saying bye to my mom and this girl i knew who was extremly drunk and crying was walking towards the car, i grabbed her bye the arm told my mom she was fine and brought her back in the house. apparently when i was gone people got even more drunk and things were said, i proceeded to drink alot more. we all (about 5 people) staggered out of the house and walked to another friends house, my friend was acting like a jackass to this girl so she picked a napkin holder up and cracked his skull wide open, blood everywhere, this kid had to go to a hospital and it was at his house i was gonna spend the night so i was screwed. i proceded to get more fucked up, drank alot more and bought some weed, no one really cared a friend of ours just got a concussion and his mother had to drive his blood soaked body to a hospital. it was getting late so i walked around (it was a 2 hour walk home and mom didnt want to pick me up). met these 2 kids i had only previously met once before, we went into a strangers back yard (it was 11pm) and sat on some swings and smoked a couple bowls and drank some vodka one of the kids stole from his mother. i had no where to sleep and convinced one of these kids i just met to let me crash at his house, he put me in his basement, and had to sleep on clothe hangers next to the washing machine. it was an aweful nights sleep, i woke up not knowing where the fuck i was, i wandered out of the house at like 6am without seeing the kids whose house it was. i walked down the street vomiting because of all the alcohol i drank the entire day before, proceded to smoke a bowl in broad day light walking down a busy street, some old man pulled over and said he was calling the cops on me, i thought it apprpopriate to yell at this old guy i was gonna fuckin kill him, then i just walked away (very hung-over). i made it to my friends house who had the concussion the day before, he was out of the hospital and had a bunch of stitches on his forehead, smoked a bowl together then i fell asleep on his couch.
I live in northern AZ, in Flagstaff. One time me and a buddy were driving and getting lit, and we needed to get gas. So we stopped off on route 66 to get some gas, and we all of the sudden decided that we were going to go on a trip. We decided to go to Las Vegas for a night. We were driving west, towards Bullhead City, AZ and we must have smoked about 5 or 6 bowls of New York Diesel. By the time we got to Kingman, we decided to just go to Laughlin, NV. I was too young to gambel, but my buddy was 25. So we made it to Laughlin, NV at about 1 a.m. and checked into a hotel that we had to pay by the hour (more like a sleezy prostitute bar...). He went to gambel for the night and I stayed in the room so tripped out. I heard all kinds of people having sex, it was so nasty. The next morning we were both like "What the fuck are we doing in Nevada?" Well, at that point we decided to smoke some more, then we left. What a fuckin' trip man!!!
i live in philly now, but a while ago i lived like 10 mins away in a suburb with some crazy ass potheads, me being one of them. well me and my friend had a half o of good ass nuggets and 2 30 cases of natti ice, mexican piss if u ask me. well we drove over to my other friends house drunk as shit and we always chill in his shed. so we're drunk as shit and my friends boss calls him and tells him he has a key to a room in a fancy ass hotel thats worth 400 a night. he got it for 70 cuz hes like a fuckin mobster and has all these weird ass connections. so we decide to head over there and on the way we pick up like another 3-4 cases, miller high life, and then smoke like 5 bowls on the way there too. it was like 10 at night and we get into this nice ass hotel room thats fuckin one big ass chillin spot, there was mad couches and shit. so we call up like every fuckin person we knew and in about a half hour this place was packed with like 100 people, drunk and high as shit. we fuckin drank and packed bowls like it was '69 and then at like 7 in the morning got the fuck out of there, and left a shitty ass hotel room for the place to clean up. this was the best fuckin nite of my life
hotboxing the table at the front of the church this morning :) it had this big blanket over it so it didnt let out any smoke at all, me and 3 mates, 4 reffers and a bong... what more is there to say?
after i getting stoned at my friend mike's house, i was biking home, but when i thought i saw a cop car (probably was just some old lady) i dropped my bike and ran into the woods, where i proceeded to run for some unknown reason. after running for either a minute or an hour, ill never know, i decide to smoke a few bowls to myself to calm down. well after doing this, i had no idea which way the road was, or where my bike was. i was lost in the woods, so i decided to make a tent out of my jacket. after lying under my tent for an hour, i hear a car drive by, and realize that i had been running alongside the road that whole time, and was about 20 feet away from the pavement. i ran to the road, backtracked until i found my bike, and eventually made it home.
Wow Climbing High, that's a pretty good story. I hope Rhinoblanco got laid, just to finish that night off.
-I got stuck in a mirror after doing a gravity bong hit on acid.
-Got stuck upside down with a bunch of friends in a trailer, on acid, listening to Love and Rockets "Train Bound for Hell." The ceiling was so low you could stand up and put your palms on it while standing flat-footed. About seven people standing like that in a circle, with no furniture in the room. Fuckin weird, one friend bugged out and had to sit in the car for few hours.
-Come to think of it, Lots of unbelievable experiences on acid. One of our circle of friends got 1000 hits our first year in college. $2 hits all summer. Amazing times but you couldn't pay me to drop acid again. Its a self-limiting type of drug.
[QUOTE=stonefly but you couldn't pay me to drop acid again. Its a self-limiting type of drug.[/QUOTE]
Elaborate on that. Self-limiting?
Now, I don't think I'll ever dip back in again... but mostly, because I'm scared of it...and I've done way to much for my own good, as it is now.
You pretty much summed it up. My group of friends spent an amazing summer experimenting with some pretty good (clean) acid. We didn't know what we were getting into, basically just a bunch of redneck stoners and beer drinkers. We eventually figured it out as we learned to manage our trips by planning and controlling our location, company, music, and other drugs. We learned what all the hippies and Dead Heads already knew. Friends, love, and music are good. Hate, violence, and sirens are not. Eventually we all managed to experience a few bad trips mixed in with many good ones. As I grew older and tripped less frequently, the experiences were more likely to focus on personal reflection, self examination, soul searching etc. Very interesting and educational but not the carefree fun of before. I didn't really make a decision to quit it just sort of happened. I'm still friends with a few of those guys and it seems we all sort of stopped tripping around the same time for the same reasons. It just got a little too intense, scary and emotionally taxing. I figured "Self-limiting" summed it up pretty well as it seems to be a consistent timeline of use-quitting among most trippers.Quote:
Now, I don't think I'll ever dip back in again... but mostly, because I'm scared of it...and I've done way to much for my own good, as it is now.
Reality loss and delerium are words that I am very familiar with. Acid dreams, and acid nightmares becoming real. I had major breaks in reality when I was sober....
I had a vial at one point...ate way too much of it for my own good.
The good thing about hallucinagens is, most people grow out of them. Though, I'll still trip every once in a while on mushrooms... but not nearly as much as I used to.
once i peed on somones car when i was drunk as fuck becuase i thought it was funny....
the next day i awoke to the plesant sight of my car coverd in my own urine
I peed on a person's computer table.... I'm not proud of it, but I did it. I was drunk. I don't remember why or how it happened. I didn't even know I did it until the week after.... when someone told me that I did. I still doubt that I did, but, the evidence points to me.Quote:
Originally Posted by koshea
I don't remember when this happened, maybe eight months ago or somethin my friend Andy (aka Juggalo420) was in some AOL chatrooms where he had met up with a couple juggalos who happened to be flying...hell I don't remember where from, to my city for Fright Fest so it must have been in October.
He brought up that he could help me push a good amount weed to some kids he met online who were going to be staying at a hotel in the area, and says that they'll call me, because he gave them my number. Later that week I recieved a call from a number I did not recognize, the caller left me a message informing me him and his friend were in the area as stated on the internet and were looking for a hook up.
I didn't think it would go down, since it really seemed like a stupid idea in the first place. Andy happened to have a car that night and I had just been fronted an ounce.
So either they called back or I forced the dxm addict to call them and found out they were staying in a hotel pretty much across the street from where my house was and were looking to get a half ounce. We agreed on $130 as I remember. I figured I should just give it a try considering that if they had flown in, they likely wouldnt have any weapons and andy was large. Me and andy met with two of my other friends, N and C who I believe were fucking at the time. C drove the car to the hotel from his house across the city where they said they would be waiting in front of their room door. They were easy to recognize, since one was reppin' hatchet man on his shirt.
We pulled in the empty parking space in front of the window of their room, only me and andy got out of the car. I don't remember anything of the introduction, but we followed them into the room and closed the door. They got the cash while I pulled out the half ounce. It was some pretty good bud, dense nugs with red hairs. We did the trade, I remember one of the bills was either a hundred or two fifties and the Juggalos whose names I forget were commenting on how dense the shit was.
They had offered a smoke up, so me and andy pulled up a couple chairs and one of them packed my glass piece with a generous bowl. As we were smoking there was conversation of such things as music and drugs including dxm, ecstasy and crack. (There is a junkie clinic next to the establishment)
They seemed to be very nice people, which is an oxymoron in my area.
Eventually we departed, alive and stoned to take the ride back to C's area where we smoked more.
I was unable to attend Fright Fest, Andy, C and N did however and saw them at the show. Appearently they had smoked most of the weed the prior night.
Fright Fest ended in a riot, Andy was maced.
Nullific, I was expecting someone to get stabbed or something.
Smoking a joint in my living room when my mom got home--four hours early. I stubbed the j and somehow managed to clear out the smoke/distract her. I promptly went upstairs and had a heart attack.
My friend shit in someones pond....when he was sober >.<Quote:
Originally Posted by UserName AlphaNiner
eh theres been a lot of good times, yet my memory sucks (go figure..)
anyway I remember when one of my friends turned 18, she had a hotel party. I had 100 proof peppermint schnapps (smelled like latex gloves) They had asked me what I wanted, so I said schnapps, and apparently 100 proof is all they had. So I drank that, from a cup, and used some smirnoff as a sort of chaser. Then a bowl or two was smoked, and me and another friend decided we needed some food. So we ventured off into the hotel to find a vending machine. On the way back, we started falling asleep in the stairwell. I dont know how long we were there, but when we got back, we were doing shots of UV vodka blue. very good. However, after most people had left, I still insisted on doing 'birthday shots' in honor of my friend. Needless to say, I started falling asleep in someones arms (er..between two people) then my friend rescued me by pointing out that fact, and I moved to my own bed. When I woke up the next morning, I was the most hungover I had ever been. Everyone got up and drank smirnoffs, me, I barfed just hearing them talk about it. We checked out, dropped someone somewhere, and I barfed again on their street. Then we were gonna go to the mall and shop, but i was like "I dont feel so good again..." and they were like, "lets just take you home..." They dropped me off, and I ran into my house with my hand over my mouth, right past my mother.
The thing is..I wasnt in trouble. She laughed and gave me shit, told me i was cute. yeah...
one persons falling asleep is anothers passing out. : p
me n my mate were at on the seafront in my home town when we were 15, we were fucked on pills and freebase speed. we had ear pieces and an cd walkman playing break and enter (prodigy). We started dancin and whilst gurnin blatently. a police car suddenly pulled up right next to us, so we ran like fuck over a hill. when we got to the bottom of the hill they pulled up again, we started running more. we ran to our friends house about a mile and a half away. Some how they were parked outside the house we were in about 1/2 hour from entering. i Was sitting there rockin back and forth (more paranoid than id ever been) and my mate was running round hiding every bong and and turnin down all loud music. they eventually left, so we started playin music and havin a blast again...
shhhhh.... ;) same diff.Quote:
Originally Posted by carmzilla