CSU_Student
08-19-2008, 06:34 PM
HEY! Wussup all my opiate fan brothers (and sisters)!!! I wanted to start a thread which you people can write the best/worst/scariest/grossest/adventurous stories on a wild time and experience you have had trying to getting some hydo/oc/h!?!?!
Anyways, since i'm getting this rolling, I might as well start out with my experience which happened last night trying to get my yum yum OC80's...
So yesterday after work I knew that I was out of my second blood, OC. I ran out that morning being selfish to my self, but had a few norco's to make it through the boring ass day of work. So, it was to my utter delight when I got a text from my source that he was holding some of those little 80mg basterds. I kindly requested that if he holds onto a bunch of them for me, I would toss him some more bones for his goods than his other clients! He happily agreed, and I graciously replied with a smiley face. :)
After the little hand got front and center to the 5pm mark, I grabbed my security badge off my neck, filled up my gas tank to "F", and started my two hour drive up North... --Just a little background as to why I'm driving 2 hours for this, it's mainly for two reasons... The first being I just moved here from where I get them and haven't had time/contacts to get source down here. Since I am near to S.F, I could troll through Haight and Ashbury, Mission St, or even to Telegraph Berkeley and plead and beg for a nearer contact, but I am not this desperate yet, nor do I have the nerve to just yet (my kevlar is still in a box :p). It's just simpler and easier this way for me, also it would prob be the same amount of time, 1 hour drive and 1-2 hours trying to score.---
Anyways back on track, I bust through rush hour traffic and make it up almost to the minute when I said I would. My source gladly accepted my monetary greenbacks, and I selfishly took the last of what he had. So, without hesitation, I wanted to get back home as quickly as possible, I revved my engine and smoked that city in my rear view mirror. Well, fearing I might nod driving, I did a small bumper of a Incubus CD, and smoked a pinner little bowl to my dome. NOW here comes the bad part... When I finished smoking, I must have been a little paranoid (I felt that since high school), I thought if I get pulled over and they find my greens, I'll be going to "federal pound me in the ass prison" if I get caught with all these Schedule II narcotics on me. So, I geniously took my 2"x2" toolkit which holds my pills, straws, and bullet and threw it into an old Burger King bag which was next to my seat. I remember thinking exactly (in a high stoner voice) "Dude, the cops will NEVER look in here!" So, I jumped on I-5 and zoomed back towards graceland!
Well due to all the driving and my utter lack of filling my tires with the correct amount of air, my gas mileage is shot to shit, and had to stop for gas around 40 miles out. For some stupid, and odd reason, I wanted to clean my car out (stoner mentality), and threw all my garbage away. BAM, back on the highway and flash to me pulling into my driveway. Sitting in my car searching for my gate opener (that's right, theres a big black gate in front of my house :D) I can't find it, and say out-loud "at least I didnt throw it away"... THEN I FREEZE, I started to sweat, and I felt all my blood rush to by toes and fingertips... I THREW AWAY ALL MY OC!!! I try to imagine it not true, I search and throw shit out of my truck onto the dirty ground, and I almost lost it when it sank in I tossed more than 250 bucks worth in a fricking trash can at a gas station!!!
I sat and thought of what to do... I couldn't call them, one of the employees would undoubtedly take some of, if not all my stash if I asked them to find it for me... it was ALREADY 12:30pm and I have work at 8am tomorrow... I could wait till tomorrow when it might be gone forever, or have to dig through a dumpster... So, I decided to suck it up and drive back out there (I really wanted some at this point)!!! HERES ANOTHER KICKER!
Right when I pull into the gas station, another wave if panic washes over me... the place is swarming with cop cars with their lights flashing into the nights sky!!! Of course my first thought is they found my shit, and it's only a matter of time till they fingerprint it to me... RIGHT??? Well thank GOD it wasn't, I guess some asshole drunk driver thought a booze cruise was gonna work for him. So, since NO JOKE, the cops are parked right beside the trash can I threw my BK bag away in, I am scarred shitless. They are all standing around the convenient stores entrance (and also my trash can), bullshiting and starring right AT ME!!! I was already sweating bullets at this point, and it almost 60 degrees out so there is no excuse for this. I thought of the movie "Reservoir Dogs" when Tim Roth's character said, "Be cool" and be scarred on the inside, "you OWN these guys", were my thoughts as I began to walk over to the can. I tried to smile at the cops but was so cottonmouthed I probably just sneered. So, I excused myself as I walked past them, their eyes STILL burning a hole in my soul, and had to rummage through a nasty ass highway trashbin...
Well, needless to say, my OC toolkit smells like Burger King fries, I got it ALL back, got home safely, and did such a big god damn earned line to my face that I felt numb even this morning...
I KNOW You all have stories which are worse than this... WANNA SHARE?!?!?! :cheers2:
Anyways, since i'm getting this rolling, I might as well start out with my experience which happened last night trying to get my yum yum OC80's...
So yesterday after work I knew that I was out of my second blood, OC. I ran out that morning being selfish to my self, but had a few norco's to make it through the boring ass day of work. So, it was to my utter delight when I got a text from my source that he was holding some of those little 80mg basterds. I kindly requested that if he holds onto a bunch of them for me, I would toss him some more bones for his goods than his other clients! He happily agreed, and I graciously replied with a smiley face. :)
After the little hand got front and center to the 5pm mark, I grabbed my security badge off my neck, filled up my gas tank to "F", and started my two hour drive up North... --Just a little background as to why I'm driving 2 hours for this, it's mainly for two reasons... The first being I just moved here from where I get them and haven't had time/contacts to get source down here. Since I am near to S.F, I could troll through Haight and Ashbury, Mission St, or even to Telegraph Berkeley and plead and beg for a nearer contact, but I am not this desperate yet, nor do I have the nerve to just yet (my kevlar is still in a box :p). It's just simpler and easier this way for me, also it would prob be the same amount of time, 1 hour drive and 1-2 hours trying to score.---
Anyways back on track, I bust through rush hour traffic and make it up almost to the minute when I said I would. My source gladly accepted my monetary greenbacks, and I selfishly took the last of what he had. So, without hesitation, I wanted to get back home as quickly as possible, I revved my engine and smoked that city in my rear view mirror. Well, fearing I might nod driving, I did a small bumper of a Incubus CD, and smoked a pinner little bowl to my dome. NOW here comes the bad part... When I finished smoking, I must have been a little paranoid (I felt that since high school), I thought if I get pulled over and they find my greens, I'll be going to "federal pound me in the ass prison" if I get caught with all these Schedule II narcotics on me. So, I geniously took my 2"x2" toolkit which holds my pills, straws, and bullet and threw it into an old Burger King bag which was next to my seat. I remember thinking exactly (in a high stoner voice) "Dude, the cops will NEVER look in here!" So, I jumped on I-5 and zoomed back towards graceland!
Well due to all the driving and my utter lack of filling my tires with the correct amount of air, my gas mileage is shot to shit, and had to stop for gas around 40 miles out. For some stupid, and odd reason, I wanted to clean my car out (stoner mentality), and threw all my garbage away. BAM, back on the highway and flash to me pulling into my driveway. Sitting in my car searching for my gate opener (that's right, theres a big black gate in front of my house :D) I can't find it, and say out-loud "at least I didnt throw it away"... THEN I FREEZE, I started to sweat, and I felt all my blood rush to by toes and fingertips... I THREW AWAY ALL MY OC!!! I try to imagine it not true, I search and throw shit out of my truck onto the dirty ground, and I almost lost it when it sank in I tossed more than 250 bucks worth in a fricking trash can at a gas station!!!
I sat and thought of what to do... I couldn't call them, one of the employees would undoubtedly take some of, if not all my stash if I asked them to find it for me... it was ALREADY 12:30pm and I have work at 8am tomorrow... I could wait till tomorrow when it might be gone forever, or have to dig through a dumpster... So, I decided to suck it up and drive back out there (I really wanted some at this point)!!! HERES ANOTHER KICKER!
Right when I pull into the gas station, another wave if panic washes over me... the place is swarming with cop cars with their lights flashing into the nights sky!!! Of course my first thought is they found my shit, and it's only a matter of time till they fingerprint it to me... RIGHT??? Well thank GOD it wasn't, I guess some asshole drunk driver thought a booze cruise was gonna work for him. So, since NO JOKE, the cops are parked right beside the trash can I threw my BK bag away in, I am scarred shitless. They are all standing around the convenient stores entrance (and also my trash can), bullshiting and starring right AT ME!!! I was already sweating bullets at this point, and it almost 60 degrees out so there is no excuse for this. I thought of the movie "Reservoir Dogs" when Tim Roth's character said, "Be cool" and be scarred on the inside, "you OWN these guys", were my thoughts as I began to walk over to the can. I tried to smile at the cops but was so cottonmouthed I probably just sneered. So, I excused myself as I walked past them, their eyes STILL burning a hole in my soul, and had to rummage through a nasty ass highway trashbin...
Well, needless to say, my OC toolkit smells like Burger King fries, I got it ALL back, got home safely, and did such a big god damn earned line to my face that I felt numb even this morning...
I KNOW You all have stories which are worse than this... WANNA SHARE?!?!?! :cheers2: