Quote:Originally posted by dansmith
Like anybody is gonna own up to doing any illgeal substance![]()
I will!
Vodka is the fuel of life...for me anyway. Copious amounts consumed weekly.
Haven't smoked regular cigs in years, but I do enjoy a few bowls of hash every month. When I binge, I'll often go for several bowls a night.
That's as hard as it gets these days. Used to be harder, until one night two and a half years ago when I took three black beauties in a six hour period. For those who don't know, black beauties are 24-hour hits of ice (a hybrid meth/ecstacy drug). One hit is good for 24 hours. Two hits in that time frame have killed people (probably midgets, I'm a little skeptacle of that claim too). I did three in six hours...you could fry eggs on my forehead. I spent the first four hours driving (I wound up putting in 1600 miles in a thirty hour period). Then I faded in and out of consciousness, wandering around a university campus on commencement day. I woke up on the top level of a bunk bed in a girls dorm room with three girls staring at me while the fire alarm was going off. I may have gotten laid, but I honestly don't remember. What I DO remember is what happened next: I wandered outside and got REALLY sick. For the next two hours I was I was heaving (vomiting) uncontrollably and non-stop. Then I spent three hours in and out of consciousness, still wandering around campus. Once I stopped puking I got in my car and left again, putting on the rest of my 800 mile trip (Bismarck to Kansas City...800 miles each way).
I'll never do it again. That night I wound up in Fargo having straight sex in my gay friend's bed (I thought it was funny and worth mentioning). The next morning I swore I'd never do hard stuff again, and haven't. To this day though my heart still flutters and stuff...it messed me up permanently.
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Last edited by actionPlant, December 10th, 2004 01:32 AM (Edited 1 times)



