Well, someone said they wanted to hear my story, so here it is.
ok, before you read this, i would like to say a few things...
Yes, this story is completely true.
After you read it, dont give me shit about doing drugs, or being able to handle myself, or having someone there to take care of me or anything like that... ive heard it all.
About a month ago, my friends and i decided to do some shrooms. i had done shrooms once before, and it wasnt bad, so we dedided it wouldnt be bad this time... this time, however, it turned out that only me and one of my friends, (instead of me and three others as planned) did it. so, we each got a bigger share than we had planned, and these shrooms had been sitting around for a month, making them very potent. so, after we had taken them, they started kicking in, and it was like a normal, nice trip, but then the other guy who did them (jim) started goin hella crazy and takin off his pants, and knockin shit over, and he peed on his computer (we were at his house) his mom was about to come home in about an hour, so we had to tie him up and clean up his house, and then proceeded to leave. we then went to a park, where my sober friends (chris and josh) tied jim to a tree. i wasnt acting crazy... yet, so they didnt tie me up, but the shrooms were definitely working. so, chris, josh, jim, and i were sittin there in the park, jim spitting and rolling around, actin totally crazy, and thats when i started feeling really weird. it was hard for me to concentrate on anything or remember what was going on, and i guess chris and josh noticed that i was acting weird, so they started treating me weird. after a few minutes, i became convinced that i was either in a dream, or dead. (from here, everything seemed like a dream, and i remember it about as well as i would remember a dream, so the following text, until i say that i woke up, is what i vaguely remember, and what i was told) i thought the only way for me to come back to life was to go home (this park was not far from my house) i looked at josh and chris and asked them if i was dreaming, or what the fuck was going on, and they just told me to act normal. i then proceeded to punch josh in the face, full force, convinced that it was a dream, and didnt matter what i did. then i started in a full sprint toward my house. now, josh and chris, being sober, knew that if i suddenly showed up at home for my parents to see me in this state, very bad things would arise. so, chris started chasing me. still thinking i was dreaming, i decided i might as well fly, so i jumped into the air, and since it wasnt really a dream, i faceplanted full force on the ground. this didnt slow me down. without hesitation, i got up and continued running home. my pants started falling down, so i said "fuck it" and threw off my pants. i was then out of the park and running on the street, where chris finally caught up to me, and wrestled me, trying to stop me. normally, chris could probably kick my ass, but i was so fucked up, i couldnt feel the pain, so i easily wrestled him off. somewhere in there, i think i fell on the street hard and got very scratched up. so, then i outran chris, who normally would have been able to easily outrun me, since i couldnt feel the pain of getting tired. i then turned up the street toward my house. whenever a car would drive by i would stop in front of the car (keep in mind i wasnt wearing pants or underwear, just my beanie and shirt) One time i tried to open a car door and pull out the driver, GTA style. im sure whoever that was was very scared, they drove away quickly. anyway, i was still walking up the street, where some people were going for a pleasant afternoon walk. i still thought i was dreaming, so i didnt see any reason not to punch this old lady, full force, in the face. i believe these people called the cops. the next few events are really hard for me to remember, just vague images in my memory: an image of trying to go into someones house (for some reason i think i thought it was my grandparents house) . an image of cops pulling up, when i saw the cops, i took off my shirt and beanie. (totally naked)... loss of memory. next thing i remember was being in a cop car. i still thought i was dreaming, but then i started to realize that i wasnt. (this is where i woke up and started remembering everything) imagine the feeling of knowing you did all the stuff i just did, and then realizing that it ACTUALLY HAPPENED and wasnt just a dream. "oh shit oh shit, what did i do?" thats probably one of the worst feelings in the world. so, there i was, waking up naked with a bloody nose, scraped knees, elbows, and a HUGE scrape on my side, in the back of a cop car... the cops took me to the hospital, then threw my ass in a drunk tank, still naked, but they gave me a hospital gown... my parents had to pick me up from the police department at five in the morning. i am still grounded, and still have the scrapes, and im waiting to see if i will be spending three months in jail... so far it looks good, i dont think ill have to. needless to say, im not gonna do ANY drugs ever again. well, not soon anyway!
thats it. now, like i said, dont give me a lecture about handling myself or anything like that. I KNOW.
