Things You Did While High or Drunk

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God, way too many things.

I don't really get drunk too much, and definitely don't get intoxicated enough to do stupid things. I go to the bar once every one or two weeks, but usually don't drink more than 2 shots and a drink.

But drugs... wow. I used to love drugs (lol). In high school I wasn't all that crazy under the influence of weed.... skate parks and grocery stores is where we went. I once went to my GFs house while high... it was so awkward because I felt like her parents knew it from the moment I stepped in, but noone knew until I told her a couple months ago.

My drug of choice was definitely percocets and coke though (I know i'm bad). I went to a super bowl party high (with my friend). My friend got cracked out and went down to the bar and started selling off our bag for extremely little money so I had to chase him down there and stop it, then we walked back 2 miles to his apartment at like 3 in the morning.

The worst story I ever heard was when he (my friend who went through this with my over a year ago) was walking home from a bar after buying lots of drugs (he already started doin' 'em) and he saw cops and split up from a group, and they got pulled over. So he went into a back alley and out the other way and saw a cop car come toward him, so he downed a 20 of coke, a couple X pills (I forget how many) and some Vicodin so the cops couldn't find it. I didn't see him for over a week as he thought he ODd and left a goodbye note to his brother (who he was living with) and then took off and stayed at a hotel for a week incredibly high (doing more I suppose... amazingly) until I finally tracked him down and brought him back to his apt. That was a horrible experience.

Eventually he went to rehab though, and we are good now. Not doing drugs anymore. But I can go on with stories forever because we'd usually be out for most of the night, and gettin' the drugs was always almost as exciting as doing them for us. It wasn't a bad life, but I screwed myself over cash wise.

Oh, and the crash sucks, almost makes the whole experience not worth it.

oh yeah, smoked weed out of a 7-up can ala JR Rider before. that was gross.
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LOL I used to do that (ou t of a pop can) all the time. Funny stuff.
 
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Here's a hard lesson I learned in college: When you're 19, never cross the NY/Ontario border with a bunch of buddies as drunk as you are, fill up a van full of Canadian beer and then give the border guard a hard time on your way back to the States.
 
i ran a train on my friends mom in ukiah california when i was 15 drunk as shit.

once i had gotten a couple quarters of meth drunk as fuck, i was bringing one to my co-worker at the subway in gresham. i pinched a little out of his and put it in mine for the finders fee, but i accidentally gave him the big one. he was talking about how he used to do it all the time blah blah blah, and before i could notice/stop him, he snorted the whole quarter in one big line, right on a table in the dining area. needless to say he fucking lost his mind and was throwing up on himself for a couple days.

i got in a huge argument with some random girl at a house party because i told her to shut the fuck up because i spilled her drink and she was pissed. she had to be restrained from fucking clawing my face and shit. we hooked up in the bathroom an hour later, and her boyfriend kicked my ass VERY emphatically an hour after that.

i ate so much acid that i threw up this sort of bright brown bile substance all over my shirt and i was too fucked up to realize there was alot more than i thought.

i got drunk and was smoking crack with a few pals in portland, one of them owed me some money, and i nearly choked the life out of him. literally.

i never really liked vandalism or stealing/robbing when i was high, that kind of shit, i always got a bad feeling before i did it for some reason. maybe im a big pussy.

me and my buddy mike cook used to huff butane gas that we would steal from the store, its really cold so it would make your voice really low and strange sounding. my friend was in the middle of blowing his out when i whipped out my lighter and burned off all his eyelashes and scorched a good portion of his eyebrows in a fairly large fireball.

one time my friend jerimiahs girlfriend dumped him and we were chilling in the stoner park by 7/11getting high and drunk when some random preppies sort of appeared and started taking hits off our bowl with out contributing much to our good time. one of them stole my lighter and when no one fessed up my friend jumped the one with the attitude and started fucking him up. of course this left me with 3 or 4 guys sort of eyeing me, but still watching their friend get beat down, and when one of them jumped into the fight it was on. 10 of my other friends were meeting up with us and walking up the path and one pulled a pellet gun he had on him and they were so concerned with him i was swinging freely. i broke my hand and split my lip and my eyebrow, but those dudes probably got grounded when they got home, if they made it home. broken noses/missing teeth/etc, not to mention grass stains on all their guess jeans.

truthfully at this point it is all pretty fuzzy in my memory, but thats off the top of my head.
 
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