Haven't done the hard shyt since I had my first son(7 years besides me and my fiancé having special Molly fukk sessions)
I got stories for days though.
When I was 16 -18 I used to take an 8ball( I feel old not even sure if you kids call it that these days)almost every day. Used to rip off over privileged white kids to oblivion every day and make out nice. To bad it all went up my nose I woulda had a pretty penny now.
I remember the most fukked up I have ever been though. I sold some desperate dude some "blow" and he didn't have any money so he gave me 4 ex pills. I popped two on the spot and moved on and told him if I wasn't fukked up in an hour I'd come back. Well I was fukked up within the hour, but me and my boys ego were at an all time high so we went back, he gave us 5 hits of acid and I gave him a little more blow and we each took one and a half hits . Mind you before the ex we were coked out as hell. We went to my friends house and holy shyt, the minute I walked in I was in fukking Pluto. I could barely look at anything let alone touch anything . I told my friends I needed to walk outside and for them to leave me the fukk alone. I walked to a gas station that was near by and probably snorted a half a gram and took another ex pill and a hit of acid.
Big mistake.
I'm walking and everything is kinda ok, but all of a sudden I look up ( I always stare down when I'm tripping I don't know why) and every thing looked like some mid evil castle shyt. I could see like monsters working with axes and all sorts of fukkery. By some miracle( and if you have really tripped before you know when your tripping things just seem like miracles) my friends were going to the gas station and saw me walking pretty much in circles. They brought me back to the crib where I layed down and proceeded to have the most intense experience ever. I don't think I have been the same since, whether good or bad I don't know. Later on at like 4 am I came out of my zone and drank a liter of whiskey, took four vicodins and passed out for like 18 hours.
Good times
I got stories for days though.
When I was 16 -18 I used to take an 8ball( I feel old not even sure if you kids call it that these days)almost every day. Used to rip off over privileged white kids to oblivion every day and make out nice. To bad it all went up my nose I woulda had a pretty penny now.
I remember the most fukked up I have ever been though. I sold some desperate dude some "blow" and he didn't have any money so he gave me 4 ex pills. I popped two on the spot and moved on and told him if I wasn't fukked up in an hour I'd come back. Well I was fukked up within the hour, but me and my boys ego were at an all time high so we went back, he gave us 5 hits of acid and I gave him a little more blow and we each took one and a half hits . Mind you before the ex we were coked out as hell. We went to my friends house and holy shyt, the minute I walked in I was in fukking Pluto. I could barely look at anything let alone touch anything . I told my friends I needed to walk outside and for them to leave me the fukk alone. I walked to a gas station that was near by and probably snorted a half a gram and took another ex pill and a hit of acid.
Big mistake.
I'm walking and everything is kinda ok, but all of a sudden I look up ( I always stare down when I'm tripping I don't know why) and every thing looked like some mid evil castle shyt. I could see like monsters working with axes and all sorts of fukkery. By some miracle( and if you have really tripped before you know when your tripping things just seem like miracles) my friends were going to the gas station and saw me walking pretty much in circles. They brought me back to the crib where I layed down and proceeded to have the most intense experience ever. I don't think I have been the same since, whether good or bad I don't know. Later on at like 4 am I came out of my zone and drank a liter of whiskey, took four vicodins and passed out for like 18 hours.
Good times
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