weed stories! dont discriminate!

yea im a kid. ill never do acid or a hallugigenic drug. because that really does warp your mind. what i say is that you have a good time with achohol and weed, you dont need to have another good time with another drug like acid. it may be funner, butyou really dobnt need to have a better time then weed i say.hehe i hope you guys just understood what i said.

My comment was not intended to be an endorsement of driving while high on anything. I too would rather any oncoming drivers be straight. What I meant, was that I think weed is the lesser of the two evils of alcohol and weed where driving is concerned. I think the drunk is more likely to have a head-on collision than a pot head. On the other hand, if you are coming up behind the pot head, I hope his tail lights work b/c he/she may driving very slowly.

Raymon7174 wrote: It is true that drugs illicit horror stories as well as amuzing ones. Unfortunately, not all people are capable of enjoying various substances responsibly, w/o imposing ill effects on the lives of themselves and others.

This is true of all intoxicants, whether it be of the illicit, or legal variety.

Raymon7174 wrote: I think a good time can be had for all who can manage to suppress tendencies of overdoing it.

Again, I agree - it is a wise man who can reach contentment before capacity.

Raymon7174 wrote: If I were driving a two-lane highway at 3 in the morning, I would much rather come upon (in the oncoming lane) a person that was high on weed than one that was drunk

Here, you and I must disagree - if I were on the same highway, I would prefer to think that any driver sharing the road with me were completely sober/straight. Alcohol no doubt kills many on our roads, but any intoxicant, legal or otherwise marrs performance, reaction time and spacial awareness to the detriment of driving ability, and must therefore be avoided at all times if you are to be driving later on.

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I agree Blacksword, but that cocktail could have killed an elephant, the wooman is mixing two liquors, caffeine, one hallucinogen like San Pedro (Almost like Mezcal or Peyote) plus coca leaves that speeds you, if I ghad a weak heart, this thing could had killed me, specially when the heart has already 10 times the normal effort at 16,000 feet over sea level (Think is like 3 or 4 times Denver.

But living in Perú where Cocain costs 2 bucks the gram (90% pure) kids use to abuse of this thing. A few years ago a wrestler from WWF came to Lima and asked for cocaine, he gave something like US $50.00 that in USA would have been two grams of weak (mixed with wgite powders) cocaine, but in Perú it's almostr like 25 Grams of ultra strong 90% pure cocaine.

The guy started his party with some girls and waked (not exactly waked)  in the coroner's table.

I smoked a couple of joints when a kid (before I was 18) but really never worked too much on me except one time I mixed it with alcohol and it was spooky, so I never used that thing any more.

But some friends started to use cocaine and when out of money ended with pasta (A paste made with cocaine leftovers and mixed with kerosyn, highly adictive and kills your brain in less than 2 weeks), it costs a few cents the cicarrette (It's mixed with a normal cigarrette and smoked).

Those guys are like zombies today, dressed in drags, stealing from their family and friends or asking for money in the streets, that's why i don't like drugs.

I also know a couple of social users that sniff some cocaine on parties and even others who use it widely but only Friday and Saturday, but seen a couple who one day  lost control and wasted their lives.

That's another reason why I don't believe in drugs.

Iván

 

I don't like drugs, seen too many friends end like plants to take the risk, but a few years ago I was driving to Cerro de Pasco, a minning city at 15,000 feet over sea level, the company to avoid expenses didn't allowed me to take a bodyguard (even when I was going to see a legal problem), so I had to drive 8 hours.

When I crossed Ticlio (The highest railroad cross in the whole world, even higher than Cerro de Pasco) I started to feel altitude sickness, a hard headache and a lot of nausea (even when normally altitude doesn't affect me) maybe I felt so bad because it was snowing ande terribly cold.

I stopped to go to the bathroom (You can imagine how hard it was in that cold) and a when I was going back to the car a trucker told me I was with a healthy green collor , and reccomend me to go to a little hut where the owner had something for altitude sickness.

Without taking my cigarrette out of the mouth (Yes I know, I'm stupid), I entered to the hut and the woman, a native indian served me a glass of something brown and hot, I felt so terrible that I didn't care (The liquid was brown because the glass was never washed) and drank that thing that tasted like $hit).

It was like magic, one minute after the headache was gone and so the nausea, so I started to drive, but after a few minutes everything was bright, the cars in the highway seemed to dance and the snow had multiple collors.

I knew I couldn't drive in that state, so returned to the hut and asked the woman what in the hell she gave me, she told me it was Rum, Pisco (Peruvian drink very high in alcohol), cafeine, and San Pedro (A cactus that if boiled is like Peyote) all that boiled with coca leaves (not cocaine thanks to God).  My heart started to beat at 150 or 160, it was terrible, I felt death and panic.

She told me all the truckers had a glass of that crap to drive all night, now I understand why there are so many accidents.

After two or three hours I was drive to the next town and drink five liters of water, but sadly the headacke was back.

So as you imagine I don't have good experience with drugs.

Iván

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A true story involving acid:

Many years ago (about 20 or so) when I still lived in my home city of Liverpool, one of my best friends was one of the original Liverpool hippies, a gentle giant of a man with an enormous appetite for altered states. I went to a party with him one night, he was on acid and I wasn't (although I was getting intimate with a bong). We were sitting in a room looking at a poster of Jimi Hendrix, the great man bedecked in a white suit and a white hat. The door to the room opened, and in walked a black guy I vaguely knew who happened to be wearing a white suit. My friend looked from the poster to the guy who just walked in, stood up, pointed with a trembling hand and said "You're dead!" Not unnaturally, the poor guy felt a bit threatened and it looked like things could turn nasty for a minute, but I was just about able to figure out what was happening. I explained what was happening as well as I could, and when the large hairy one started gibbering about the ghost of Hendrix he saw the funny side of it.  It was only about a week later that I finally convinced my friend that he hadn't communed with the spirit of a dead rock star.

And the moral is: never go to a Toxteth party with a big hairy acid tripper.

I don't do anything that needs to be smoked.... but this was cute

hehehe! keep them coming !

Edited by Eddy

 

Jesus was worried about the drug epidemic plaguing the world. In an effort to solve this dilemma, he decided that a few apostles would return to earth and fetch a sample of each drug, so they could understand what these substances did.

Two days after the operation is implemented, the disciples begin to return. Jesus, waiting at the door, lets in each disciple: "Who is it?" "It's Mark" Jesus opens the door. "What did you bring Mark?" "Marijuana from Colombia" "Very well son, come in."

Another soft knock is heard. "Who is it?" "It's Matthew" Jesus opens the door. "What did you bring Matthew?" "Cocaine from Bolivia" "Very well son, come in."

At the next knock Jesus asks, "Who is it?" "It's John" Jesus opens the door. "What did you bring John?" "Crack from New York" "Very well son, come in."

Someone starts pounding on the door. "Who is it?" "It's Judas" Jesus opens the door. "What did you bring Judas?"

 "FREEZE! BEARDBOY! THIS IS THE FBI!"