My biggest regret............I don't do drugs
This is only sad, because for New Years Eve, my best friend is having a massive "Prohibition themed" party.
1) It's NYE, great excuse to have a party
2) It's three days after her final chemo session and she bought a fantastic wig.

Why do I regret it? I don't do drugs, but she likes to partake of the pot and a spot of charlie now and again..........and she's lately made friends with a lot of people who are similar minded.
I'm not into that stuff (I don't diss anyone who is, either), and know how uncomfortable I'd be if I were to go :(

Edit: And I would like to point out, I'm not going because being around that many people doing that much drugs makes me uncomfortable. It's just not my scene. Man.
( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Mon 19 Dec 2005, 7:09, Reply)

Far too many to mention here :|

( mugatu, Mon 19 Dec 2005, 6:53, Reply)

Uh huh
Erm, I could write a lot here but I'll settle for:

1. Believing that my radiator was sentient and having an eight hour conversation with it.

2. Finding that my peyote spirit guide was, in fact, the polar bear from the Foxes glacier mint advert and

3. Crying whilst looking at a blackboard as I realised that over it's 20 year lifespan it must have had millions of words of wisdom written upon it and they were now all gone... I'm welling up thinking about it again...
( pilchardboy, Mon 19 Dec 2005, 4:11, Reply)

machine gun
i think it was about 1997, I had too many of those little pills and we were walking to the carpark so a couple of mates could change in another mate's van - get some more drugs stuff like that... After the gang finished in the van, we were walking through this mostly deserted car park, and i look to my left and see this big guy walking briskly carrying a machine gun with a shoulder strap about 20 metres away.

I dont even tell my friends, for i fear my life too much and just run through the carpark, then randomly through the city avoiding the danger, for about half an hour which is tough after 3 packs of smokes.

Ive lost my friends and i sit down outside the venue coming up on another pill and start laughing my head off while telling the whole story to this little girl next to me.

5 minutes later my friends are back, they see me and just go "what the fuck are you doing? we're in the car park and you just run from us!!!" apparently they were shouting at me to stop but i just ran from them and they couldnt catch me...
(doppelganger99, Mon 19 Dec 2005, 3:26, Reply)

tube pass
one mashed up monday morning around 9am, at this freak bar in Sydney called the Beresford i walk up to a table of weird thugs, and sit down to join them for a beer. With serious looks my way, i'm still so high i see no evil and pull out my london tube pass for a game of show and tell 'London Tube Pass' i announce.

The guy next to me then pulls his shirt up and points to an little wound in his side 'Bullet Wound from Niceragua'. Then turns around and points at an equally sized hole and says 'the bullet came out there'.

I'm feeling a bit queezy with my ego having deflated down to about the size of a jerbil. The guy to my right then says 'You think thats great, I can touch my right elbow, with my right hand'. We're all making fools out of ourselves trying this out, thinking 'there must be some lateral way. think out of the box .. think out of the box'. Shortly after he just unscrews his right hand and taps his elbow while holding his wooden hand. 'I was in a car accident. lost most of my right hand side' ... he then taps his right shoulder, his right leg, his right foot...

ouchies!
(doppelganger99, Mon 19 Dec 2005, 2:51, Reply)

i am NOT supergirl......
but a cocktail of class A's and JD makes me think that i am. because of this both of my legs and my right arm are in plaster and my mum has to wipe my ass. at least next time i think its a good idea to jump off the balcony i will think twice.
oh the shame.
(trigger happy, Mon 19 Dec 2005, 1:16, Reply)

Getting high with my mates in a quiet playground,
the lot of us decided to get back to the pub and have another refreshing pint. Unfortunately, after my first two steps, the lawn started swaying like a flight simulator gone bad. As I ask my mate to the right of me for some support, the horizon suddenly flips about fifty degrees to the left and knocks me off my feet.

The next moment I open my eyes. My mates are sqatting around me, and I'm sitting on the pavement's edge with my head in my hands.

Nonetheless, I felt quite ok. Therefore, after a little check-up, we proceeded to the pub and had a wonderful evening. (I recall having laughed myself senseless at every word containing the subsequent letters 'arse'. Also, I managed to put both my ankles behind my head the same time.)

Years later, I recognized another bloke that was with us on that particular evening. At a school reuninon, he comes up to me and proudly utters: "Now I remember, you're the guy that passed out for about fifteen minutes!"

To my surprise, this story wasn't falsified by my mates. They even recall having considered the necessity of calling an ambulance. I was baffled.

When I asked them why they never told me, they simply replied: "We thought you knew." I guess Dutch weed really lives up to it's rep. Just avoid Amsterdam: they feed you the expensive, tourist quality crap there. It should be in your lonely planet somewhere.

Except for the one time that I couldn't recall crashing into a container with my bike (which I refused to believe until my completely fucked-up front wheel proved me wrong), this was the one and only black hole in my memory due to alcohol or drug abuse. Honestly.
(One of these things first, Mon 19 Dec 2005, 0:34, Reply)

I know
Someone that got high on sugar in grade four.
I have never taken any drugs, except perhaps a sniff of wizz-fizz in year seven.
(DarthDonsbal, Mon 19 Dec 2005, 0:06, Reply)

forgot this one...
Must have been about 20. After a weekend of no sleep, free E, free base, free ket and copious amounts of weed, I recall seeing some interesting things. One that sticks out is when I saw a poem,carved in stone, in an unknown language. Somehow, I knew the poem was about my life and i was amazed at its beauty. When I eventually came round, my friends were a bit freaked as I had apparently been talking in a language none of them recognised (2 people were asian, 2 were arabic, the rest were well educated). To this day, I only remember one symbol from the writing - I have been told that in japanese it is called 'utsumagi.'

Major trip or a connection to something deeper? Who knows ;)
(shamen Geekius Maximus, Sun 18 Dec 2005, 23:56, Reply)

I was so very very drunk once
I fell asleep in a shop doorway. I was woken up by a policeman who told me to move on or be arrested for drunk and incapable or something. I sort of remembered something a mate had told me once and I looked up at the policeman and said, "I have a theory ossifer. My theory is that if the world goes round and round, so if I stop here long enough, my house will come past".
Aren't the eggs hard and plasticy in police stations? Still on the up side, apparantly I puked my ring up in the back of the brand new police car.
( Captn Hood-Butter is not dead yet., Sun 18 Dec 2005, 22:54, Reply)

I was at this festie in Cornwall
and at the rave tent, my mate was wandering round goind "where's me E - I've dropped me E" - cue lots of people crawling around on the grass looking for a small pill.

Then he shouted "found it" and picked up a large letter E from a pub sign.

The colective headfuck could have powered a potato to the moon.
(teasus likes tea, Sun 18 Dec 2005, 22:44, Reply)

my cuz is a dealer
When I stayed with him I watched him cutting coke with vim.


which was nice.
(teasus likes tea, Sun 18 Dec 2005, 22:38, Reply)

Sheep and Christians
I was brought up in an irish catholic family. When I was about 15, I got caught up with a bunch of born again christians who ran the local youth group. Coincidentally (or not?) this was also the time in my life when I started experimenting with proper drugs.

Me and my friend J decided the perfect time for our first acid trip would be on a religious retreat in the middle of wales with a bunch of religious strangers who didn't know we'd taken anything. We bought our strawberries from the shop in a van on the corner who did a small sideline in acid (24 hours notice required). We took them at 8 o'clock in the morning.

A day of hi-jinks followed. It was lucky we were with a bunch of strangers, as they all assumed we were like that all the time. We had the usual wrong perception and slight hallucinations etc etc (kept thinking my trousers were wet when they weren't and other interesting things) and thought we had been discovered when we were sent out of the room (they were in fact planning a treasure hunt).

Problems occured when it was mine and j's turn to make the tea for 10 people. It was only beans on toast but neither of us could remember what to do and stood murmuring "beans...toast" until someone else came in and said "Come on you two! Open the beans and get the grill on!" at which point we remembered. Phew.

My favourite part was when I was standing looking out of the window at some sheep for several minutes. A sober stranger approached and asked me what I was looking at. "The sheep" I replied. "Do you know how they can stand on those steep slopes?"

"No, do you?" asked the stranger, with genuine interest.

"Yes." I replied. There was then a long pause.

"It's because they're shaped like clouds."

We were never caught.

I am now 29, and atheist and don't do anything stronger than nicotine. I'm still fun though, honest.
( faintpraise, Sun 18 Dec 2005, 22:34, Reply)

After a spectacular pill binge...
...the wife and I went back home and finally crashed out in bed, utterly wankfaced. When we woke up later that day there was a fucking ENORMOUS turd sitting in the middle of the hall. Neither of us have any recollection of having done it, and neither will admit responsibility.
( trashcanglam, Sun 18 Dec 2005, 22:26, Reply)

I have never dabbled in any of these exciting things.
I feel like I have missed out.
( Spaniels Ears, Sun 18 Dec 2005, 22:18, Reply)

When I Get Bored
Bought skunk, did massive bong, wrote 'When I get bored; I fuck dogs' in big green chunky letters on hallway wall of friends flat.

It stayed there for about 2 years, fully visible from the street outside.
(Speculum, Sun 18 Dec 2005, 21:53, Reply)

Clubbing Shenanigans
Knew a dealer called 'dodgy Carl'. Bought lots of what was, apparently, ephidrene from him. 5 grammes later in Club, told friend I was going to have to kill him because 'his teeth were glowing'. Spent rest of night spinning myself round on a bar stool, spazzing out and foaming copiously at the mouth, until packed off to a friends flat. Where his shower starts talking to me.

Nice.
(Speculum, Sun 18 Dec 2005, 21:48, Reply)

also...
... acidentaly swallowed some kerosine on friday. (its my fuel of choice for firebreathing) and had the most trippy night ever.


the stomach ache was soo not worth it tho.
( The Flaming Ibanez Awww, c'mon, Japanese girls do it!, Sun 18 Dec 2005, 21:45, Reply)

GTI
for those who dont know, GTI is resin with speed mixed in.

fucking trippy.

someone put 'the invisible soundproof box' on my head.

i laughed "it isnt real" then realised i actualy couldnt hear ANYTHING, i listened for traffic, birds, a breeze....

.... nothing. the damn 'invisible box' actualy worked.

i feel silly.
( The Flaming Ibanez Awww, c'mon, Japanese girls do it!, Sun 18 Dec 2005, 21:35, Reply)

first time
ok first time drinking i was at a party with my older brother (20) he fed me....2 double whisky, 2 glasses of white wine, and about 5 smirnoffs, i was about 15/16 at the time. i went home and snuck upstairs. At some random hour of the morning i decided i needed to pee so going to the bathroom i realise my brother has passed out and locked the door. I then notice a very large spider on the door and proceed to hit it with a shoe for a few minutes (waking my mum up). Realising i still need to pee i run up and down the stairs for 20 mins shouting at the top of my voice i need to go and can i use my mums bathroom, she wasnt impressed...funly enought tho my bro had been sick and missed the toilet so when we finally got him out of the bathroom we found 2 of the carpet tiles in the bath covered in vomit. I never forgave him for my mammoth hangover.

first time on weed i imagined i was being chased by green space bunnies and then ate a whole pizza, chips with a tub of ice cream on top.

last new year i got invited to a few bashes and all got cancelled. i was left with 3 bottles of vodka i drank 2 and a half and woke up in the morning face down on my desk with the keyboard balanced on my head... i never made it to midnight.

oh and dont mix anti depressentswith drink it causes suicidal tendencies.... mix it with weed, it always makes me feel like im floating on a cloud of candyfloss and im now the dali lama.

first post yay!
(Serbitar Has a furry shit canon called Whitey., Sun 18 Dec 2005, 21:15, Reply)

Lost Shoe.
Once when very stoned (dude) at a friends house.
Said friends dad came home, cue me and said friend climbing out of second story window, onto garage roof and then falling onto the drive.

I don't remember this.

I then had to walk a mile or so home, I think I was with said friend, but I'm not too sure.

Once home I realised I'd lost not only my top (I am a girl) but also one, yes one of my shoes.
Now I could understand losing both of them, perhaps, but one is just plain silly.

I don't toke anymore for fear of losing anymore of my shoes.
(SJ is the egg, meow, Sun 18 Dec 2005, 21:00, Reply)

Christ...
So many stories, but the one that stands out in my mind was at a drum n bass night at Bristol Academy - went up with a few mates and got very drunk and had a few pills, all seemed fine until we realised my mate was missing, we assumed he'd pulled and carried on dancing away - then I went to the bar at about 4am, where a bouncer shouted at me to fuck off and get out of the way, pointing at the ceiling overhead. It was fucked. It looked like the (huge) balcony was about to buckle and kill about 700 people - Cool! As the balcony had been bouncing up and down all night I assumed that Mampi Swift had played such a hard set that he'd damaged the building. The entire top half of the club (which has a capacity of over 2000) got evacuated, and people started talking about some bloke who'd climbed into the ceiling - we jokingly said 'what if it's Lewis?' hmmm, little did we know!

Turns out Lewis had somehow managed to climb through an air vent or something, jump 5ft down onto a thin polystyrene floor and fall asleep until 4am, when he woke up in complete darkness, didn't even remember entering the club and thought he was in the top of the bus we'd come up from Exeter in. He stood up and nearly fell through the floor, which is about the same point that the bouncer was shouting at me. he somehow managed to climb out into the ladies toilets - covered in dust and general shit, where the club manager saw him, took him to her office and called the police. They're still trying to chase him up for £900 worth of structural damage...

It was an interesting night to say the least.
( Damien's Hearse, Sun 18 Dec 2005, 19:54, Reply)

Toot.
I once did a load of coke and was convinced all night that I was cool.



Goddammit.
(Felixonapedestal, Sun 18 Dec 2005, 17:59, Reply)

First times
I had recently moved to rural Tennesee, from the Pacific Northwest. Some new friends had me over for dinner, and afterwards hooked me up with some excellent herb. I got wonderfully baked, then saying my goodbyes, I began walking home.

The warm summer air felt wonderful, and all my senses seemed enhanced, as if I was in tune with the universe. Suddenly, I noticed a flash of light, up ahead. Then another, off to the right. Then more, many more. Slowly turning round in wonder, I saw dozens of small, greenish lights, blinking on, then blinking off again.

I had absolutely no idea what was happening, and sat on the curb, watching in fascination. Eventually, a couple came strolling by, and I asked them if they could see the lights too. Looking at me like I was daft (perhaps rightly so) the woman said "The lightning bugs?", while her partner just looked at me like I might be dangerous.

Lightning bugs. Cool.
(danalan Pretty good, for an amateur., Sun 18 Dec 2005, 17:19, Reply)

Rave in the woods
It was not too long ago when went out into the woods for a big rave party, which, to someone who doesn't know, is basically a large concert wherein everyone takes drugs and dances around. So foggy was my mind that, when a friend of mine wandered off, I believed that he had been captured by the aliens that were singing reggae music underneathe the large glowing alien pyramid in the sky. I refused to leave the tent, convinced that the aliens planned to take advantage of our addled states and take us into the stars by confusing us with alien music. When one would try to sing along with the songs that were playing, the aliens would laugh at their poorly developed tongues, unable to form such complex words, and each person would become humiliated to the point where they could do nothing else but submit and climb into the spaceship. I wasn't going to let that happen to me: I somehow convinced some friends that I needed to get out of the woods, that every moment I spent cuddled up in a tent was bringing me one step closer to alien abduction. I needed two weeks of recovery to completely get over this.
(BrainSurgerysFun, Sun 18 Dec 2005, 17:01, Reply)

Hmm
Im on drugs now, and I believe all of these stories, even though 90% of them are bullshit :D
(squiz, Sun 18 Dec 2005, 16:59, Reply)

Kitties rule.
LSD is great fun. Back around '97 or so, I had a nice little trip prepared. A tape full of unscreened anime and a 100" projector. Whee! I took four or five hits and it came on quite strong before I had the tape queued up. I rewound the tape some random amount and pressed play in the middle of a chaotic scene. Suddenly one wall was taken up by a tentacle-waving eldritch horror breaking up out of the ground. This intrigued my cats, Sacco and Vanzetti, who ran up to the wall, stood on their hind legs, and put their front paws as high up the wall as they could manage, which looked quite reverential. A big-eyed anime character explained: "That's their god!"

In a flash, it was clear to me: We were at the cusp of a new cycle of ages. The god Bast had returned, and Western Civilization was at an end. I was fortunate that I had brought the cats into my home, because my life would be spared in order that I might live in servitude to them. Only lasted a minute, thank god, before I realized I was still holding the remote in my hand and could turn the vengeful god off.

That one I don't really regret that much. The only other apocalyptic trip I had is a bit more regretable.

It wasn't going well. Yeah, end of the world crap triggered by a Negativland tape being eaten when they were going on about a bible verse: "Be not drunk with wine, but be filled with the spirit." I'd gotten the 'cid from someone named Chris, which became Very Significant, as did the realization that everyone I lived with had names from the bible. Anyway, the Big Realization was that every thought and every word brings us closer to the End Times. The answer is obvious, right? TALK BACKWARDS! BRILLIANT! So I was trying to communicate to the people I lived with that it was important to talk backwards, like -- while talking backwards. (I was later told that this looked like nothing so much as trying to spit up a hairball.) I was trying to think backwards, too.

At this point, a friend of my roommate's who was visiting from San Francisco, who was a stereotypical older hippie woman, entered the room. She was wearing a tie-dye mumu, of all things, and had big frizzy hair. I never realized she was so beautiful, and made a move to hug her. She looked alarmed, stepped backwards, and said, "Oh no..."

As soon as she said it, it clicked. She knew the score. It wasn't just thought and speech that drove time forward -- it was sexual impulses. Every time you got down with a lady, we got a bit closer to the end. Of course!

The answer was clear: REVERSE SEXUAL IMPULSES! I whipped down my trousers, bent over, and demanded of my best friend of over a decade: "Fuck me in the ass! Fuck me in the ass!"

If only I'd remembered to try to say it backwards, I could have avoided a lot of awkwardness.
(Larry_Mudd, Sun 18 Dec 2005, 16:53, Reply)

I worked in a lovelylovely shop,
that sold those legal highs? Remember those? We talked the manager into letting us try them so we could "correctly inform customers".

I think we had SPACE INVADERS or something. It was like swallowing coke-bottles, they were that big. Nothing happened, at all, for six hours.

As I got on the bus home, still okay. Until my Mum got on, she never usually gets my bus. The second the sit down infront of me the entire bus begins for pulsate, the pattern on the ceiling-carpet (why do they have carpets on the cielings?) starts to dance, and the outside-of-the-bus is full of dancing lines. Hooray!

Apart from that, not really. Me and my partner are desperate to try some acid, but alas, we can find none. my email address is in my profile.
( stevierar, Sun 18 Dec 2005, 16:14, Reply)

I heart drugs.
6 trips and a 1/2 gram of ketamine, I was convinced I'd died and that my soul/consciousness/whatever had floated off into space only to become part of the crust of a planet.
I thought "Well this is a bit shit, stuck being part of the crust of some planet for the rest of eternity."

Which is one of the best of odd experiences I've had on Hallucinogens(aside from Talking to spirits(Ketamine), kicking an imaginery football around my kitchen thinking I was 7 years old again(salvia), Travelling to different realities(2CB and Mushrooms) and thinking I'd never, ever stop tripping, that I would soon loose my mind(Mescaline)
(giantstompymechafloyd, Sun 18 Dec 2005, 15:28, Reply)

Okay, so it's not a heavy drug, but it still counts
Necked a bottle of JD last friday





Blacking out is fun
( Styxx hates when people talk in the third person, Sun 18 Dec 2005, 14:18, Reply)