Just remebered one, a very fucked up one at that...
Not me but I heard of a guy in Bristol who got mashed on Acid in the daytime, was tripping so much he saw a special needs/downs kid and thought it was some sort of gremlin. From what I heard he took him home and put him in a cupdoard in his house for the rest of the day.
Fuck knows what happenned when the Acid wore off
Bullshit. I've heard so many variations on that story, all from people that knew someone that knew someone
Just remebered one, a very fucked up one at that...
Not me but I heard of a guy in Bristol who got mashed on Acid in the daytime, was tripping so much he saw a special needs/downs kid and thought it was some sort of gremlin. From what I heard he took him home and put him in a cupdoard in his house for the rest of the day.
get over it, EVERYONE has drug stories. they aren't interesting, suprising or original, there not worth mentioning to anyone apart from people who were there with you and shared the moment.
i could fill 20 pages in this thread with shit i have seen while tripping. Obviously not going to, cos its duller than dull. [/grumble]
get over it, EVERYONE has drug stories. they aren't interesting, suprising or original, there not worth mentioning to anyone apart from people who were there with you and shared the moment.
i could fill 20 pages in this thread with shit i have seen while tripping. Obviously not going to, cos its duller than dull. [/grumble]
get over it, EVERYONE has drug stories. they aren't interesting, suprising or original, there not worth mentioning to anyone apart from people who were there with you and shared the moment.
i could fill 20 pages in this thread with shit i have seen while tripping. Obviously not going to, cos its duller than dull. [/grumble]
Just remebered one, a very fucked up one at that...
Not me but I heard of a guy in Bristol who got mashed on Acid in the daytime, was tripping so much he saw a special needs/downs kid and thought it was some sort of gremlin. From what I heard he took him home and put him in a cupdoard in his house for the rest of the day.
Fuck knows what happenned when the Acid wore off
haha, fuck , i remember hearing that about 10 years ago. probably an urban legend, but hilarious all the same
get over it, EVERYONE has drug stories. they aren't interesting, suprising or original, there not worth mentioning to anyone apart from people who were there with you and shared the moment.
i could fill 20 pages in this thread with shit i have seen while tripping. Obviously not going to, cos its duller than dull. [/grumble]
Who pissed on your chips you silly cunt? Fuck off grandad.
get over it, EVERYONE has drug stories. they aren't interesting, suprising or original, there not worth mentioning to anyone apart from people who were there with you and shared the moment.
i could fill 20 pages in this thread with shit i have seen while tripping. Obviously not going to, cos its duller than dull. [/grumble]
Who pissed on your chips you silly cunt? Fuck off grandad.
Just remebered one, a very fucked up one at that...
Not me but I heard of a guy in Bristol who got mashed on Acid in the daytime, was tripping so much he saw a special needs/downs kid and thought it was some sort of gremlin. From what I heard he took him home and put him in a cupdoard in his house for the rest of the day.
Drum and Bass night in Birmingham. At the Rainbow warehouse. The outside area/garden room was a very large marque under some railway arches. Quite dark in there, couldnt really see people in the corners.
As you walk in, on the left is a step that leads towards the bar. Infront of you in the dancefloor and dj box upfront. On the left is a standing area that also has a small step onto the dance floor.
Just at the enterence, a crowd had begin to gather. Didn't think anything of it at first, buzzin, coming up, but then realised they were looking at something.
Obviously a few double-digit number of beers deep and a few 1's, I couldnt make out what they were looking at. Fuck all. At first. Then I sort of made out something on the floor. It was a pair of black buttocks. Some black dude was lying face down in the corner next to the bottle bin having an epileptic fit. Face down. With his down pulled below his waist... took me a second to realise this was no ordinary black man having an epileptic fit, face down by the bottle bank with his trousers down, but he was shaggin some filthy sket on the floor,in the corner of this dank tent.
Once i realised what was going on I had to move as quickly as I could away from this crowd. Which was growing as people entered the room. From the bar across the room I saw him get up, pull his trousers up and help the girl to her feet. He smiled hugged her and walked away. What an cunt. I have that black arse, fitting in the corner- image ingrained on my brain like a horrendous fucking scar.
Can't think of any odd things i've seen. I remember a pilled up mate once tried to sit down on a table he could see in the middle of the dance floor. He got a shock when he sat down, it was a massive fella kneeling on the floor doing up his laces For me it used to be what i'd see when i closed my eyes. Usually if i got to around the 8-10 pill mark with a good mount of booze on top i'd end up floating off into my own world. My mates would tell me afterwards that i was talking normally and then i'd close my eyes and start babbling shit. I'd usually think i was at work and would talk about processing orders for angry customers. I'd open my eyes, have no memory of saying anything and realise i'm in a totally different place with everyone laughing at me.
When I overdo it on pills, and I get back to a yard or something after a club, I always sort of imagine myself being back where I was earlier in the club, and then sort of suddenly realise "oh, I'm home" or whatever.
It's always my sent messages that get me. I have about 5/6 in my inbox when i've come round just saying things like 'What?' or 'Erm ok mate' - check the sent messages and it's a horror show.
It's always my sent messages that get me. I have about 5/6 in my inbox when i've come round just saying things like 'What?' or 'Erm ok mate' - check the sent messages and it's a horror show.
During a really messy session a few years back my mate lifted up the sofa "cos he had to find his scaffolding tools as the lorry was outside". This was at about 2am Sunday morning.
on ket looking at one of those hypnosis discs with the continuous line going round and round to the centre. Looked at it for about 20 seconds then the whole thing turned to black, and i was sure i was looking through it into another universe. Instant ket hole as I cant take my eyes off this blackhole right in front of me, sat there for aaages just fucking my brain trying to work it out
on acid i was sittin in my car outside my mates house, i face away from my mate and looked out the window to c police stopped right next to me getting out. managed to blag it somehow, have no idea how i barely remember it lol. My mate was so drunk, there was an empty box of fosters on the parcel shelf, a few blunt wrap foil things lying around with 1 on the back seat at least, 5 or 6 bottles of jaques cider, ughh not a good look but luckily the fed just smelt my breathe and beleived my story
All about being in the dance and thinking there are loads of levels and platforms around. I tried to lean/sit on these platforms and managed to wipe out about 5 people each time. And then have to suffer the embarrassment of realising what id done when they were helping me up off the floor.
some matey in a rave was standin facing the speakers doing som weird hand movements, next thing he turns to me and asks me to pass him his other paintbrush, he thought he was painting a wall
tripped out when leaving Matter on friday..... trying to piss in a portaloo thing, and seeing all these brown gooey strings appear in the toilet. Taxi home the wheels were playin basement track - upstairs downstairs remix
It's always my sent messages that get me. I have about 5/6 in my inbox when i've come round just saying things like 'What?' or 'Erm ok mate' - check the sent messages and it's a horror show.
Texting forum people while fucked is my downfall
I have never managed to operate a phone when utterly smashed...