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#41 (permalink) |
Dude... What?
Join Date: Oct 2013
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I'm convinced all cops are closet addicts. The amount of times I've heard stories about kids getting busted and having their **** 'confiscated' (read: consumed right in front of them before getting shipped to a cell)... it's ****ed up. Talk about wasted priorities. They'll show up in a minute if someone's getting high/drunk/tripping their balls off but breaking and entering? Pffft. See ya in a half hour, bye.
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#42 (permalink) |
Dude... What?
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Oh yeah,
Highest I ever got was actually just the other night. I drank a bottle of wine and ate mac n cheese first, then smoked almost a quarter. I definitely started tripping. I drew all over everything in my neighborhood but it was like 4AM so... only cause for alarm I might have is I know there's an area by a bus stop I rely on to get home from work with video surveillance. I just drew a bunch of hearts all over it and tried to write a message from some other kinda place. I remember something about having to go from "Level 5" to "Level 4". It was really important. I remember being on the train and feeling like I was having an orgasm in my chest that felt like it was lasting for hours. I got home and sadly barfed it all up. After that my trip was over, I was pretty much sober and went back to bed.
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Music Addict
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#45 (permalink) |
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Join Date: Nov 2012
Location: The Black Country
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Had two coppers pull me and my mates over in the sweltering summer of '06. Stunk of weed and got searched and my pal just hands over the 8th. Police said "we're going to dispose of this here, drive off in that direction and you're going to walk off in that direction", they put it on the pavement, get in the car and fuck off
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#46 (permalink) |
Prepare 4 the Fight Scene
Join Date: Jun 2011
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Highest by way of THC was not that long ago. I was at a friend's house continuously smoking, then her old lady roommate gave her the biggest blob of hash I'd ever seen in person, and we started smoking that continuously as well.
For hallucinogens it'd be 3/8 of mushrooms, which were done with lemon juice, or shroomahuasca with a half eighth. of the times I've done DMT, I haven't "broke through". For downers and sedatives and stuff like that, it was a 3-day weekend of consistently doing smack and methadone. I don't know about alcohol (which is really a downer itself), I'd always take it overboard and black out pretty often. I stopped drinking pretty much altogether, really didn't like it too much in the first place. For stimulants (I have a fairly limited experience with them), it'd be either the first time I did mdma or this time I took 200 mg of lisdexamfetamine (vyvanse). That felt really great, but I actually took some mushrooms later that night, and the high doses of speed really made the trip lackluster. |
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V8s & 12 Bars
Join Date: Oct 2014
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Yeah the lemon juice seems to be the real kicker. That terrible trip I posted about earlier was a lemon juice mix. We read about it online and didn't believe it would make a significant difference, we couldn't have been more wrong.
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V8s & 12 Bars
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When I finally started to resurface out of the paralyzing headspace I was in my buddy was watching Undercover Brother, it was so much for me to take in in that state that I just got up, walked to the bathroom, filled a cup of water, and just dumped it on my feet, stared at my soppy socks for at least 5 minutes before my buddy comes in, looks at me, and just loses his ****.
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Prepare 4 the Fight Scene
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Bathrooms though.
One time on an eighth of some particularly good mushrooms, I had to use my friend's bathroom. We were on the second floor, and when I got in and shut the door, pretty much everything fell away and I looked out the window to see endless sky and clouds all around. His toilet seat was broken, and I knew that, so I took it off, did my business, and had a lot of trouble putting it back on. I like bent over, picked it up and twisted it around slowly, just trying to figure it out. Then I finally put it back on (backwards) and just looked around the room. I then lied down on the floor face down while being surrounded with an infinite, pristine tile chapel. Everything in there was silent, and I remained for a long time. |
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