Whats your worst drug experience

When I was a young dummy that took methadone and drank a lot of beer and fell asleep without breathing...yep, that sucked.

 

I took some methadone and drank a bottle of Hpnotiq, along with half of a liter of Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum. I ended up blacking out and puking black stuff. lol That probably would've been pretty bad, if I remembered it. I believe I was close to death:tongue:

 

Three hits of an extremely potent joint of angel dust. Was fucking out of it for about 24 hours and not back to normal for over 3 days. Honestly thought I had broken my brain and would never be normal again, or at least normal for me. That was the last time I even came within ten feet of anything containing PCP.

Some bad times with alcohol also, but who hasn't bargained with God while kneeling before the porcelain alter.
Don't drink more than a beer or two now as well.
If I even smell Bacardi 151 I vomit a little.uke:

 

Yeah, thing is.. I was drunk out of my mind. If the cops didn't stopped me I probably would have killed something. That is just not me at all. The fact that it brought me to this point where my mind was so consumed with darkness is what made it scary, not the idea of being wrong/acting a fool.

And they were all younger than me. The oldest one was like 17 and I was 19 at the time. Would have went to jail if even fought them again. (which I was supposed to the next day but by that time everyone in the whole hood was talking about it)

Dude tried to say some shit like "And don't come around these streets no more"

lol, I was there the next day, right across the street from the bitch copping weed. I knew they'd never tried that shit when I was strait.

 

Damn dude. I've done wet about 5 times in my life. (and I'm done with that shit) but it never lasted more than 3-5 hours tops with me. But yeah. PCP is no good.

 

Went to amsterdam and went to this small coffee shop.

Me and 2 mates ordered some weed, was nice and chilled. Then we bought a 'special roll up', and continued to smoke those. Pre-rolls usually mean shit.

We were sitting around a tall table, and after a good 5 minutes us 3 had dropped out of the larger groups conversation. I look to my left and the one is sweating like I don't know what, we giggle.

But then soon it happens to me, and everything begins to warp. I sweat, yet continue to to toke. I decided I wanted to go to the bathroom, was told to sit and ride it through but went anyways. Due to my sight becoming disjointed I zig-zagged wall to wall until I found the place, where I passed out in a bog filled with luminous graffiti paint on the walls. It started coming alive.

I lay on the sticky floor for about half an hour probably, with the door locked (according to other anyways). Until I was called out and I bolted towards the door, by now my hearing had obviously diminished also. If I had decided to keep at the table, I probably would have liked the experience.

End of the day, I get outside, the air hits me and thereafter I walk into a passer by. He looked like a tramp from what I remember and he seemed pissed. He stopped to shout at me. My friend was close behind comes out and explains we had smoked some heavy stuff, he was fucked too, and the guy calms a bit. The friend looked me in the eye and asks me if I was ok, holding me by the shoulders. I told him I was fine, and we should probably go back in.

He let goes, I fall backwards apparently in the most comical way, back strait sort of comedy-style. I smash my head into the door, breaking the light display and smashing the bottom of the window. I also manage to kick this other guy again.

The owner comes out with sugar water, and seemed more worried than angry. I wonder what the hell I had been, as well as he had been smoking.

I did drink 4 pints in the airport and my 5 when we arrived in the Dam that evening. I had been there for about 40 minutes! Niceee. I was carried back to the hostile face full of dirty with a waffle in my pocket.

 

I had been busted before and spent 3 months on the county farm in Jackson, Ms. After that I was on probation for 2 years.
5 or 6 months later I went over to see a friend and was parked on the street next to his apartment calmly rolling a joint. I look in the rearview mirror and there's a city police car sitting behind me with the lights flashing.
He gets out of the car, walks up to window and ask for my drivers license. I knew this could mean 2 years in jail. I was sweating profusely, my face was red and I was trembling. Needless to say he knew what was up. A neighbor on the other side of the street had seen me through a second story window and called the cops.
Off to county jail I went.
Before I was sentenced again a judge showed pity on me and dropped the charges and purged my record..

But that was my WORST experience with drugs.

 

lovevolution was disgusting...

 

The first time I drank alcohol was the worst night of my life. Since then I have never drank Jose Cuervo again...

 

Serrrriously.

 

A night of Blow and alcohol, which in the past seemed like an ok mix but i think i overdid the drinking and i had a semi blackout where i was basically blackedout from alcohol, but the coke would make me conscious temporarily and i remember like a picture fading in and out going to the toilet to vomit but i never could and it was one of those where i was over the toilet for like 2 hours but still could not vomit and it felt terrible.

i woke up the following morning in my bed but with vomit all over me and the bed. I felt terribly irritated the whole day, i didn't have to work THANK GOD but i did have some chores to run and every single one of them made me wish i hadn't woken up. I was incredibly snappy at everyone i came in contact with and terribly hungry but didn't want to eat anything. Bad Times

I guess that probably is an overdose since i vomited in my sleep, and had no control of anything, but i will never make that mistake again. Any bad trip from psychedelics i would take over that stupidity.

 

During the comedown of a 7gram shrooms trip i decided for some reason that i wanted to sniff .4 of k and k-hole for fun.

during my k-hole I imagined i was in the desert lying next to several dead bodies and i couldent move. i knew it was the drugs and kept tellign myself that and somehow made it to the comedown. If i hadnt been experienced i would have lost my mind or worse. I vow to never mix shrooms and K again.

 

Accidently snorting a quarter gram of pcp as a teenager. Was pretty much lost all night but somehow made it home and started falling over all the house. My mother was freaking out and wanted to take me to the hospital but I talked her out of it somehow. Ended up fucked up all the next day.

 

It was PCP, weed and MD 20/20 in high school. We were enjoying ourselves out at the old gravel pit but when we were driving away another car slammed into us. We spun around a couple of times and ended up mostly in a ditch with the frame of the car sitting on the ground. Because of the PCP it took a little time for me to do a body inventory to make sure I hadn't broken any bones or been seriously hurt.

We were in the middle on nowhere at about 2 am. We had to troop out to the closest farm and get the farmer up. He was willing to tow us out, but first he brought out his 3 ton truck and we couldn't move the car. Then he brought out his 5 ton truck. It was still no go. Finally his 7 ton truck got us back on the road and we limped the 30 miles home.

At least it wasn't as bad for me as the guy that had to explain the wrecked car to his parents.

 

one time i took one too many antidepressants, cuz i had no weed, and was retarded. i could barely move my limbs and was having slight paralasys. then about an hour and 1/2 later i looked in the mirror and my eyes were almost bleeding. also my first time smoking we smoked a quarter of sum super dank shit that was straight up orange. i got seperated, struggling not to sleep on some random persons lawn. then me & company got robbed. i had 2 Js in my pocket, but forgot and luckily they believed me when i said i had nothing. fun times

 

ME TOO!
First time I did PCP I figured it would be like powdered pot, after all it was being called "cannebinol". I snorted up a big ol' line in my friends car, walked across the street to my buddies and said "I don't feel right" and went home and sat in the bathroom for a few hours wondering why the shampoo bottle was twelve feet tall. Got up the next day still completely wasted and had to go to school with my mother to talk to a counseler because I got expelled for setting a classroom on fire. The whole time I couldn't feel my body, it did what it was supposed to do, but I wasn't really in control.

Damn we did some stupid shit when we were young didn't we.
That is why I'm a big proponent of kids getting the honest facts about drugs rather than lies from "Big Brother" or myths from the guy down the street.

 

Yes it was always interesting trying to walk on that shit. We used to do lots of it back in the high school years. Very scary stuff. Did you ever do the yellow chunky kind, I remember having to shove hunks up my nose and snort water to melt it. Never see that around anymore although I did some ketimine a few years ago and that was pretty close, not as strong though.

 

That's kinda funny.

*gun* Give me your money

I have nothing!

Alright man, take care. Sorry for the misunderstanding.

 

ketamine is great...i really wish i could get some pcp to compare the 2 though.