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03-01-2006, 11:42 PM
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Contest runs from March 1st – March 31st, 2006
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That’s right, it time for ‘Crazy Story from my Youth Involving and Illegal Substance’ time.
All you have to do, is in 420 words or less tell us a Crazy Story from your Youth that involves an illegal substance.
Best story wins.
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Good Luck to all
03-02-2006, 09:38 AM
First time I ever smoked MJ. I traded some live concert AC/DC pictures for a gram of some stuff from a guy I new. But I was about 14-15 I got home from school and I had a paper route to attend to. But on the way I found a can and made a homemade pipe as everyone has done at one time or another. But having never smoked it or really realizing what I was in for I loaded it all up and smoked it. I had to walk about a mile to get my papers and than to the first house. I have read the rules. I was totally wacked I loaded up all my papers and part of the other guys and instead of waiting to my first house I just started handing them out to every mailbox as I went along ending up delivering about 10 newspapers out of 75. After I dropped off my last papers I went home and went on to devour a brandnew one pound bag of Nacho Cheese Dorito's talk about the muchies and than I fell asleep in the spare room on the bed. When my mom and dad came they ad no idea what was up I just told them I was sick and went back to bed.
03-03-2006, 01:17 AM
I have read the rules
Sure. I’d done lots of LSD before, but I’d never tried mushrooms. My friend and I had gone down to the New Jersey shore for a weekend of partying. We had all our money book****ed for beer and drugs, so we gave up eating and survived on a monster sized Cheez-it’s. Lasted the whole weekend.
Anyway, just before we left my buddy Tor told me he had a bunch of fresh shrooms. I think they were like $20 and ounce (that was back in the late ‘70’s). So I bought an ounce. As we were preparing for the 2 ½ hour drive home, we decided to eat some shrooms to make the ride go faster. Forgot to ask how much to do, but it didn’t look like much. My friend downed 1/8 oz, and I choked down the rest.
I think the completely empty stomach turned the trick. We were only 15 minutes into the drive, on the bridge leading to the mainland, when, as we crested the top, I saw the distant mountains … each growing mushrooms from them. How strange.
Things deteriorated quickly from there. I kept looking in the rearview mirror and thinking the cars were going backward really fast. And my friend kept making grabs in front of the steering wheel, and it would break up into little drops.
I felt the need to exit the freeway – in some totally strange town, and we found ourselves lost and right in front of a busy police station. The only rational thing to do was to book out of there fast.
So we got back on the freeway. More of the same—things literally get fuzzy here. Almost home now – just 5 more miles. Exit freeway and decide I can’t drive anymore. Let my 15 year old friend behind the wheel. He makes three round trips around the parking lot and still can’t find the exit. So I drive.
We get back to his place and sit there watching the door melt. I unwisely decide to go home and tell my dad I’m on drugs. Rest of the day really sucks – though at least we got that out of the way.
Moral: Count your shrooms before you’re baked
03-10-2006, 06:15 PM
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Folks and younger siblings left for a summer to holiday in the US. I had just graduated and had a fulltime job, of course having the house to myself also meant fulltime partying. Back in those days (late 70's) most of what we smoked was seedy mexican weed. We used to sift out the seeds and dispose of them (if we'd only klnown, eh?). I threw a handfull of seeds into the flower bed in front of the house not thinking, or maybe too stoned to think. Summer passes, many good times have been had and I have cleaned the house and cut the grass. First day of the folks being home and Dad is off to work, and Mom is outside looking around the yard when the neighbor approaches her and asks if growing pot was going to happen all the time now? Mom looks dazed and confused until the neighbor points out about 30 good sized plants hidden among her flowers. Well, when I get home from work that night theres a police car in the driveway and I'm nervous as I go in the house. Mom and a cop are sitting at the dining table and theres all the plants, and he'd also gone through my room at the request of Mom and there sat all of my pipes, papers, scales, and other paraphanalia. I was read the riot act for an hour and just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, Dad comes home. It was a very quiet fall around our house... took the folks a long time to calm down, but now its just a good old story that they tease me about.
Be safe all.
03-16-2006, 08:09 AM
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03-16-2006, 12:48 PM
hmmm a crazy story from my youth and involving illegal substances eh?That shouldn't be to hard as i have soooo many;) The funnest one was me and 3 of my close buddies decided to go out magic mushroom picking one night as we had heard they were going for $10.00 a gram at the time and we wanted to get in on the action.There was a farmers feild not to far from my house as i live in a rulal area and this farmer had problems with ppl picking mushrooms in his field and he would shoot at them with a salt gun,so we decided to go at night time with boxes to pull over us and flashlights that way he couldn't see us:D Well we got into the middle of the field and found a good spot and started to pick the mushrooms.We were loading up on them,so we decided to have a few and that led to a few more and a few more!!!We got so stoned that we were bumping into each others boxes and laughing so hard and hearing wierd noises in the bushes, so we decided to get the hell out of there.The problem was that we were so stoned we couldn't find our way back out of the field:D We left the boxes behind and ate most of the mushrooms and after an hour of crawling on our knees we finally found the road and laughed so hard about our adventure and i know that i will never forget that one;)
03-16-2006, 03:06 PM
I have read the rules
ok something youthful and illegal, thats easy. it involved my second time experimenting with the stuff that my cousin brought down from the big city of T.O., to hickville ontario. I had tried it the weekend before and no effects, so my cousin was determined that this weekend I would get the full effects. we went to boat clubhouse because my uncle was on the committee, so we had a key anytime. It was late around 11 pm on a hot and very humid July evening. We sat on the deck with some pop and j's and watched the fish jump for their supper. I put away one joint for sure, but after that it went a little fuzzy, we had been listening to Steppenwolfe and must have fallen asleep. I awoke to the booming voice of my fire-chief uncle, yelling at us for being in the clubhouse, but surprisingly he didn't say boo about the fact we were toasted out of our skulls lol. I left for home which is only 5 blocks from the clubhouse, all uphill. Wow, by the time I got to the church, across the street from my house, I was bagged. I didn't realize how steep that hill was before. I lay on the lawn of the church and looked out over the bay, which was bathed in bright moonlight, and its really cool watching waves ripple off the light of the moon, well when you're ripped, its cool.
all of a sudden it was daylight, I mean top of the noon to ya daylight, I could see down the street and across the bay. Did I fall asleep and its tomorrow? I knew it wasn't a hallucination, I don't know how, but I just knew. After what seemed like an hour, it was dark again. my cousin never said anything about developing super powers with this stuff, so I think i'll just go to bed and hope that’s it for tonight. I mean what would happen if I take this bright light into the house with me? then everyone will know I smoked this and became a super human eyeball.
the next morning I awoke and went down for breakfast, before work. my dad said, you were out late last night with cous, did you see the comet that went over? LOL, I was disappointed and relieved at the same time. I knew I wouldn't get to see the bright lights anymore and dam they were cool too.
03-17-2006, 07:39 PM
I was about 17, and at the local football with a few mates. It was a hot day and the beer was flowing freely. It was half time when we decided to go for a walk to the 'ol park down by the river, it was where the local stoners would hang out and we were after some smoko.
We were quick to find a "stick", and borrowed a pipe from a regular before venturing down to the river's edge (a mission in itself, after the large amounts of beer consumed). Well, after what must have been a long time, we were able to complete the chop, and settled down for a session.
The bong wouldnt have made it around twice before we started to notice something.....different....
I still remember vividly, the sinking, tingly feeling accompanied by a growing paranoia, as I looked deeply into my friends oddly expressed faces, and thought "holy crap, do I look like that!?!". After a few strange minutes of silent stares, it dawned on us that this was no normal weed.
PCP was all the hype back then, and we were right in presuming this was the guilty substance.
None of us had ever tried PCP before, so as you can imagine that calm peaceful little spot beside the river, quickly transformed into a wreathing hotbed of fear, suspicion and strange scary noises of unknown origins. It was a group freakout of gigantic proportions, where ones own fears were projected upon the rest of the team, only to be multiplyed by our own fears. We had no anchor, no compass, and were trapped in what was a Typhoon of uncontrollable thoughts.
We had sailed through the worst of it, when our friend Sam decided he no longer wanted to be surrounded by tree's, and in an instant was scrambling through the bush in a semi-crazed manner. His quick exit sent a shock wave through the rest of us, and we were quickly close behind, amongst the thick scrub, running franticly from whatever was in Sam's head.
Well we were close to the edge of the bush, and about to return to reality, when Sam, who was leading the way, fell over. I looked up as I heard the "thud", only to see a small hole in the ground about 6feet from where Sam landed. It was a wasp nest, European wasps! (anyone unfamiliar they are like a bee, except more aggresive and wont stop stinging.)
And with that thought still forming in my spaced-out mind, a huge gush of yellow and black came spewing from the hole. "RUN!" I shouted, as we dispersed in different directions. I found myself in a cleared grassy area, with Wayne close behind, I looked back to see him, running, screaming, and slapping his left ear with great force. We looked at each other and pissed ourselves laughing, to the point that we could not run. So we stopped, stood there, and proceeded to be savaged by a swarm of wasps, oddly with each sting the situation became more and more humorous, to the point where the laughing was hurting more than the stings.
Eventually we all made it out of the bush, and regrouped to summarise what was for all involved, a very strange day.
*lol, hmm 520 words, oh well I enjoyed telling it anywayz.;)
03-18-2006, 10:37 PM
I have read the rules
I had 18 years of age and I possessed an old Volkswagem car year 1968.
All the nights have left with a group of friends to smoke marijuana, to have some drinks and to talk.
The police in my country is very corrupt and when them arrests you does not take to the police station, they tries to extort your money.
We always tried to find different and safe places to smoke our marijuana without being catch by the policy.
In this night we were for a mountain in my car, we parked and we went up in a marquee that had about 3 meters of height, more or less, and there we smoke several and also drink much wine. In the time to leave I was very high and when I want to go down of that place, I took a tumble, I fell in top of my right arm and broke. I had to go to an hospital, emergency. I was under surgery and until today I feel much pain in my elbow.
This is one of many histories of madnesses of my adolescence.
03-27-2006, 08:54 AM
I have read the rules:
Back in my teens, when I was just out of high school, I had moved to Toronto to work. Many of us from the Orillia area did this, so there where about 6 of us living in T.O. at the time. On week ends we would all pack a car and head back to one of our friends cottage for the week end. We with party hearty on the week ends, going to bar and just out right partying at the cottage, We did this winter, spring, summer and fall. One of these time we had all been smoking hash and MJ, after getting up there and none of us had eaten. I on the other hand, had a few hits of LSD. So my girlfriend at the time and I did them. After partying big time, everyone fell a sleep except for the two of us. I knew that when everyone woke up that they would be hungry, so being the nice friend I was , i thought that I would cook up something for everyone. Will just like teens, nobody thought of food. One of the guys had a dog with them and had bought it along for that week end, so he had also bought a few can of Dr. Ballard dog food, you know the kind. It looks and smells just like great stew. Well I opened up a few cans and put it on the stove, to heat up while everyone was sleeping.
Well you should have seen the hungry looks on everyones faces when they woke up and seen the great stew on the stove. Everyone except me and my girlfriend had some and also said that it was the best stew they had had in a long time, remember we are all young living on our own, most for the first time, so cooking wasn't the great in T.O. It was so good that my sister had seconds. LOL> To this day every time I bring it up with her, she won't believe It. LOL>
03-28-2006, 12:34 AM
Sorry, It's still under the "Statute of Limitations" and I really dislike jails. :D
Let's just say it snowed 3 feet deep that summer.
And 3 nymphette porn star roomates* were helping shovel the driveway like mad.
*Don't ask..they were a nightmare and a novelty when I was 20.
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