SRT4mation: Dodge Neon SRT4 Caliber SRT4 and other SRT enthusiasts banner

1 - 20 of 38 Posts

·
Registered
Joined
·
5,902 Posts
Discussion Starter #1
I was talking to my coworker about past drug experiences and we were more or less laughing our ass's off for about two hours with this shit. so i figured, why not see who else has had what happen to them on their trips. i'll start things off since ive been around this shit for along time.

Awhile back, at a different job, I used to be friends with this kid whos friends and brothers were probably the largest self contained drug dealers in the tri state area. these kids drove all the way to canada to get the chemicals and then came home to their dads house to mix the shit in their kitchen while he worked nights.

Just like any normal week night i was sitting at home on a wednesday on the computer when my friend calls me up. "yo man we just made some crazy shit, come over and get fucked up". "no way man i got work tomorrow" which i say so i feel like im still somewhat responsible. "SHUT UP *** GET OVER HERE NOW BEFORE I TRIP BALLS AND COME TO YOUR HOUSE SCREAMING YOU RAPED ME" he replies. "ok im comming". so off i go, across the street. I drove because its a long street and im lazy, this will later prove to be a bad idea. I walk in his house to see his older brother and his brothers dealing partner and best friend sampling their just made drugs and some various other shit. my friends holding about three large evian bottles of water and hands me one. here dude, drink this. "no thanks man, im not thirsty, wheres the shit man lets get going". he pushes the bottle back in my hand and says "HERE. its like lquid acid man, good shit, just try it". so i figured why not, the worst that could happen is i dont have work tomorrow. i take a nice chug and my friend grabs it out of my mouth "WOAH DUDE this shits $10 a gap full, you just drank like $100 asshole". "my bad" i replied wondering wtf i just did. "dude one swig every hour man. in case we didnt do it right" he tells me. great now i got a gulp of something they have no clue what it is and his brother and friend are already so juiced up they are laughing hysterically at the refrigerator magnet and rubbing their faces. he motions to go down to the basement where he has a huge flatscreen and entertainment system. we go down and theres about a pound of heroin laid out on the glass table. "WTF CLEAN YOUR SHIT UP" he yells upstairs to his wasted brother. we move the shit out of the way and start playing conkers bad fur day. "here lets take another hit man" he hands me the water bottle and i down another swig, the shit tastes so bad i almost puke it back up. that was only 20 minutes after the first one i took. so much for an hour. we start playing the game and now we are just passing the bottle back and forth. after about an hour its half way gone and shit starts to get bad. if i were to relate this to fear and loathing in las vegas, we had just entered bat country. I running around the board as conker with a shotgun when all of a sudden conker turns around and tells me if i dont kill my friend guy hes gonna slit my balls open. i jump back "HOLY SHIT DUDE CONKER JUST THREATENED ME". "dude hes a bad as squirrel or something. its what he does" replies my friend half delerious. i remember thinking to myself, holy shit i gotta win or conkers gonna kill me. probably a good sign to stop drinking whatever your drinking. too bad im an idiot. we continue playing and conkers telling me to find my friends player. "over there asshole" conker says in his cute little sadistic squirrel voice. i march over the hill and theres my friends guy looking the other way. i fucking shotgun the hell out of him and conkers telling me how im a good bitch. i tell george the game is getting boring, but i was actually scared conker was gonna kill me. so he shuts off the game and i was probably 99% gone. the rest of this will be the fragments i remember and what i was told from other people who saw me that night. we finish off the bottle about 2 hours later. i think it was around 1 oclock. he mentions he's hungry and i agreed food would be good. but we couldnt leave cause it was snowing out really badly. keep in mind its july and about 90 degrees outside. we find his brothers ski equipment and suit up. i got snowboarding boots on, shorts, a tee shirt with a scarf and ski goggles on. george was wearing a heavy winter jacket and shorts with a snow beenie and sandals. we were ready for the storm. we march upstairs and his brothers gone. we figured he went to WAWA so we decided we would go to WAWA as well. i grab my truck keys and we head out to my truck. i know driving was a very stupid thing to do but i was out of my mind so you'll have to excuse me. we start driving down the road and theres no one out cause its like 1 am on a wednesday and my friend turns to me "dude where the fuck is everyone?" to which i scream back as if he cant hear me "ITS A FUCKING BLIZZARD MAN THEY ARE HIDING". eventually we both became very hot due to the winter clothing being worn in 90 degree weather. so we put down the windows and stick our heads out it. im still hot i say. he agrees. we stick our bodies out the window. my feet can still reach the pedals so we continue on route. id love to know what the people in opposing lanes were thinking as they saw a huge pickup come barreling down the road with two kids hanging out in weather apparel and the driver in ski goggles. eventually we got close to WAWA and we decided it would be best not to draw attention to ourselves because we didnt have our wallets on us. i know, i know. we put the windows back up, and i take off my goggles and scarf and he takes off his jacket but forgets about the beenie. the storm had apparently passed so we no longer needed our gear. but i was still stuck in my snow boots. i park the truck at WAWA right next to a cop SUV. my friend grabs me and pulls me over to him "DO NOT fuck this up.". pfffffft whatever dude im fine. i open the door and my frankenstien boot gets stuck in the door and the door flies open smacking the cops SUV and i fall out smashing my face into bottom of his door. my friend runs over screaming at me and im all delerious face first into the ground. he pulls me up and drags me to my feet. i busted my lip up but didnt feel a thing. my friends looking me over "you look fine........ er...... just watch your step man SERIOUSLY". im fine man, which i was. so far. the rest of this i dont remember but was told to me by my friends who were in WAWA at the time. luckily the cop was IN WAWA when i nailed his truck, so he had no clue. i walked in all sweaty with snow boots and from what ive been told began kicking my legs like a robot and spinning my arms like a windmill. apparently this is how i ski. my friends eating the donuts and tasty cakes right out of their containers so im pretty much on my own i guess. somehow i ordered a hoagie while standing next to the cop, with my boots on. the cop gets his hoagie and leaves as im swaying back in forth, apparently still ski'ing. i grab my hoagie and walk around looking for my friend, which is when i run into my two other friends home from college for weekend. we shoot the shit, they laugh hysterically as they try and tell me what ive been doing and about my lip. i tell them im in complete control and go to pay for the hoagie. i have no wallet. shit. the cashier is looking at me, probably cause i was soaking wet and just did tae bo through the store. my friend comes over and offers to pay for it and directs me to my car. we talk alittle more and they offer me a ride home but i decline. they leave and i jump into my truck. shit, where my friend at?! i jump back out, catch my foot AGAIN, and fall. i stagger back to my feet and walk back in, trying not to seem like a moron i walk in as sophisticated as i can. which more or less translates to me walking like a beauty pagent robot. i go back to the frozen section to find him downing ice teas. CMON MAN LETS FUCKING GO DUDE and i grab him. we stumble out and thankfully the cashier, some under paid kid, doesnt say anything. i dont remember the ride back home but i remember pulling up to his house and as we walked up to his door i began barking and throwing my boots at the neighbors windows because their cat was starring at me in it. i ate my hoagie, told him i had to get home and left. thats about all i remembered. so i walk home barefoot cause i left my shoes in his basement. i get awoken by my alarm and very slowly get up. i feel like absolute SHIT. my mouth was so dry i dont think it had a drop of saliva and i was all shaking and my eyes wouldnt focus on anything. i jump in the shower and all of a sudden my lips are burning like hell. i get out of the shower and notice my lips are all fucked up. then i remember last night. shit. i finally get dressed and head out to work, i walk outside and notice my trucks not there......... fuck. i walk down the block, find my truck, get in and go to work.

thursday night my friend calls me back up....
 

·
Registered
Joined
·
2,098 Posts
:rofl:

and on a side note... a new smiley! :smilie_ko
 

·
Registered
Joined
·
2,098 Posts

·
Registered
Joined
·
3,804 Posts
I remember being pretty wasted at my bachelor party. We had a whole collection of shit. I just kept smoking and eating whatever people gave me. I grabbed an american flag and my best man started shooting roman candles at me while I used the flag to try and deflect the shots. I knocked the first shot to the ground without a problem, but I didn't realize that they were EXPLODING roman candles (Needless to say I had a few burns to explain to my wife on our wedding night).

Later that night some other guy named Dan went crazy, knocking doors off hinges and shit. He grabbed me by the throat and started choking me while I was laughing maniacally. That was the last thing I remember. I heard that later that morning he crashed his truck into a ditch while driving around fucked up and was arrested. While he was in jail he got rowdy and the guards had to mace him. :rofl:

I woke up that morning in the middle of the skateboard ramp outside with splinters sticking out of my knees, elbows, and right forearm.
 

·
Registered
Joined
·
2,098 Posts
Milkman Dan said:
I remember being pretty wasted at my bachelor party. We had a whole collection of shit. I just kept smoking and eating whatever people gave me. I grabbed an american flag and my best man started shooting roman candles at me while I used the flag to try and deflect the shots. I knocked the first shot to the ground without a problem, but I didn't realize that they were EXPLODING roman candles (Needless to say I had a few burns to explain to my wife on our wedding night).

Later that night some other guy named Dan went crazy, knocking doors off hinges and shit. He grabbed me by the throat and started choking me while I was laughing maniacally. That was the last thing I remember. I heard that later that morning he crashed his truck into a ditch while driving around fucked up and was arrested. While he was in jail he got rowdy and the guards had to mace him. :rofl:

I woke up that morning in the middle of the skateboard ramp outside with splinters sticking out of my knees, elbows, and right forearm.
You didn't drink enough.
 

·
Registered
Joined
·
1,587 Posts
ok read it...thats so fucking nuts broken...how can you expect any1 to follow that shit?....only drugs i do are painkillers anyways...last i got fucked up was this last weekend when the chargers lost...me and my roommate were PISSED so we took down a bottle of jim beam in about 30 minutes....then i snorted some darvacet...BAD IDEA...i think cruching up match tips and snorting that woulda been easier on the sinuses...then we had some peeps come over and got them fucked up...then me and roommate decided to have a brawl for no reason and my roomie is pretty big...so now i'm sitting here with scraps and bruises all over my elbows and knees...i also have a big bruise on my nose....he has just one scrape from when i kicked him over a chair...ah good times though
 

·
Registered
Joined
·
126 Posts
I don't really have too many stories. No matter what I'm on, halucnogenics(sp), stimulants, blow, opiates, alcohol, whatever, I'm pretty low key. I'm the guy you always send to talk to the cops (and I look like a cop too).
 
1 - 20 of 38 Posts
Top