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It really had a lot to do with what country I was in....I started smoking weed when in America when I was 12. Wake and baking with a tinfoil bowl off the stove, you'd almost always find a joint dipped in honey hidden under my shirt and any given time. (Dip joint in honey and microwave for 30 seconds...of course Microwaves were a lot less powerful back then lol) At 14 I dabbled with heroin....at 15 I met a good friend of mine called "sugar cube" and the world changed for me. Hydroponics were on the rise and I no longer could smoke a spliff and go for a walk...smoking a full joint now rendered me immobile and I realized anything that was a downer was not for me....however my extreme nature still would have me do anything rather than nothing. But if I had to choose it acid was my drug...then at 16 extacy came into my life and the world changed once more....for someone like me who sees the world for the Grey dismal place it is, HATE, RUDENESS, ANGER, HOSTILITY....all thrown out the window...I was also involved in organized crime and I remember once I was on extacy at a party where my enemy showed up....let's stop and catch up on the history of me and my enemy...we had gotten into a few fights, territory fights, women fights, he told his girlfriend he was going to cut her into pieces and put her in the lake so she came to me for protection. I was already being investigated for a murder so all weapons in my house were removed...in a dangerous world this left me quite venerable...how could I protect a girl as 3 armed people came to my door trying to BREAK it down? I set up a light bulb bomb outside my front door, ignited it, blew half their fucking faces off, ran outside with a crowbar and beat them senseless. Fast forward a year...I am 18 and I am a party and here comes my enemy but I am sooo high on extacy there is NO way I can fight....nor defend myself....but my sworn enemy to my surprise is ALSO on extacy. What happened?
We walk up to each other exchange some comical banter..."You...you motherfucker....you got me evicted!"....."Come on man....look at my scar...."
Wait for it.....
"Fuck man I LOVE you"......and the two enemies hug in a crowded party. The drug is amazing...it made me ....happy...it made me social, it made me caring...all traits I soberly lack.....but then late 18 I was raped by two chicks (I had a girlfriend).....and I quit doing all drugs...it was amazing to see how fast everyone disappeared from my life. Every night 200 friends showed up at my door to party...at 18 I was one of the few that lived on my own and my whole place was catered to enhance your high...and the night I quit I seriously never saw another one of those "so called friends". However as my next girlfriend got out of jail it would lead me down quite a nasty road one more time....One more year of acid....to extacay....its funny...I didn't quit when I almost died of alcohol poisoning at the age of 14, I didn't quit when I almost died at my mom's wedding, and I didn't quit when several friends DID die....at 19 my girlfriend's friend had just broken up with her boyfriend.....we all trolled together (Troll = extacy and acid .... a combo I often mixed) Anyway...we are trolling and we are all kissing and rubbing and sexing each other.....but I don't remember it. What is the point of having a 3 way if you can't remember it? They ended up having a bad night anyway cause they had never seen anyone take 2 hits of acid and 3 rolls and pass out....my drug tolerance was so high I just finished rolling in my sleep...they thought I was dead. So at 19 I quit drugs and its been a pretty sober ride till now.....with maybe a handful of slip ups due to me first drinking hard liquor.
These days I still smoke cigarettes, enjoy a few Guinness when I hang out with the boys, and some red wine as my occasional relaxer.
We walk up to each other exchange some comical banter..."You...you motherfucker....you got me evicted!"....."Come on man....look at my scar...."
Wait for it.....
"Fuck man I LOVE you"......and the two enemies hug in a crowded party. The drug is amazing...it made me ....happy...it made me social, it made me caring...all traits I soberly lack.....but then late 18 I was raped by two chicks (I had a girlfriend).....and I quit doing all drugs...it was amazing to see how fast everyone disappeared from my life. Every night 200 friends showed up at my door to party...at 18 I was one of the few that lived on my own and my whole place was catered to enhance your high...and the night I quit I seriously never saw another one of those "so called friends". However as my next girlfriend got out of jail it would lead me down quite a nasty road one more time....One more year of acid....to extacay....its funny...I didn't quit when I almost died of alcohol poisoning at the age of 14, I didn't quit when I almost died at my mom's wedding, and I didn't quit when several friends DID die....at 19 my girlfriend's friend had just broken up with her boyfriend.....we all trolled together (Troll = extacy and acid .... a combo I often mixed) Anyway...we are trolling and we are all kissing and rubbing and sexing each other.....but I don't remember it. What is the point of having a 3 way if you can't remember it? They ended up having a bad night anyway cause they had never seen anyone take 2 hits of acid and 3 rolls and pass out....my drug tolerance was so high I just finished rolling in my sleep...they thought I was dead. So at 19 I quit drugs and its been a pretty sober ride till now.....with maybe a handful of slip ups due to me first drinking hard liquor.
These days I still smoke cigarettes, enjoy a few Guinness when I hang out with the boys, and some red wine as my occasional relaxer.
