12-08-2006, 11:18 PM
I would gladly take some well concealed shrooms in lieu of well concealed cash.
My only drug experience other than marijuana (which doesn’t even count) came about a year and a half ago with ecstasy. I started drinking sometime in the early afternoon as usual. After 8 beers and a couple of bong hits I went over to my friend’s place and had another 4 beers. Then we went over to another friend to get the stuff and meet some other people. His house happens to be right across the street from Greg Maddux’s place out here. When we got there we couldn’t wait to use the bathroom so naturally we pissed on Maddux’s front yard. After another 6 beers there, we left to go to some bar, where I took the pill and had another few drinks.
The rest of the night is just a bunch of random flashes of memories. I know we ended up going to a couple of trendy gay ass fuckin $12 a drink clubs. At some point I was trying to smoke a cigarette but lit the wrong end and then tried to put the lit end in my mouth. Towards what must have been the end of the night/morning, they wouldn’t let me into a bar/club because I was holding a beer bottle sideways, spilling it all over myself and the ground. I have no idea where we were the whole night, but we must have bounced between 5-6 places or so. There are some pictures where I am passed out in front of a video poker machine with my shirt soaking wet. At either the first bar or the last one I remember playing video sports trivia and losing a few bucks very fast because they kept asking stupid horse racing/Olympic/golf questions. I remember there being some lanky black chick with glasses at a club, but not sure if she was with us or if anybody knew her or not. I know I was talking some serious shit to one of our friends, who is one of the laziest people I’ve ever known, but I don’t remember anything that I (or anybody else the whole night for that matter) actually said. I was told the next day I said something to the extent of how he’s worse than a nigger because at least he had fully evolved from a primate. And that even "that thing" (pointing to the black chick) has more work ethic than you do. I don’t know if any of it is actually true or not; it’s just what I’ve been told. After all these are the same friends that told me after I passed out at a strip club (on a separate night) that I woke up to a nigger giving me a lap dance that I somehow owed $60 for. I am positive it was just an ugly Asian.
All in all it was a very good night. From what I’ve been told we were out until 9 the next morning, so I must have had upwards of 30 beers, some weed, and ecstasy in my system. I have no idea how we got around town or how I got home either. I don’t even remember where I ended up passing out for good, where I woke up, or when I woke up. But whenever I woke up, it was brutal. I wasn’t even hung over, nor did I feel too fucked up overall. But holy fuck my teeth, jaw, entire mouth felt like I had been curbstomped. I remember grinding the fuck out of my teeth all night, and was completely conscious that I was doing it, but just could not stop myself. It took about 4 days for me to be able to fully bite down and touch my top molars to bottom. That was the only negative side effect I had, but it is enough for me to never do it again – though admittedly I probably would if the right situation presented itself. But if I did, I’d rather deal with a few days of pain than walk around town with a fucking pacifier in my mouth all night.
My only drug experience other than marijuana (which doesn’t even count) came about a year and a half ago with ecstasy. I started drinking sometime in the early afternoon as usual. After 8 beers and a couple of bong hits I went over to my friend’s place and had another 4 beers. Then we went over to another friend to get the stuff and meet some other people. His house happens to be right across the street from Greg Maddux’s place out here. When we got there we couldn’t wait to use the bathroom so naturally we pissed on Maddux’s front yard. After another 6 beers there, we left to go to some bar, where I took the pill and had another few drinks.
The rest of the night is just a bunch of random flashes of memories. I know we ended up going to a couple of trendy gay ass fuckin $12 a drink clubs. At some point I was trying to smoke a cigarette but lit the wrong end and then tried to put the lit end in my mouth. Towards what must have been the end of the night/morning, they wouldn’t let me into a bar/club because I was holding a beer bottle sideways, spilling it all over myself and the ground. I have no idea where we were the whole night, but we must have bounced between 5-6 places or so. There are some pictures where I am passed out in front of a video poker machine with my shirt soaking wet. At either the first bar or the last one I remember playing video sports trivia and losing a few bucks very fast because they kept asking stupid horse racing/Olympic/golf questions. I remember there being some lanky black chick with glasses at a club, but not sure if she was with us or if anybody knew her or not. I know I was talking some serious shit to one of our friends, who is one of the laziest people I’ve ever known, but I don’t remember anything that I (or anybody else the whole night for that matter) actually said. I was told the next day I said something to the extent of how he’s worse than a nigger because at least he had fully evolved from a primate. And that even "that thing" (pointing to the black chick) has more work ethic than you do. I don’t know if any of it is actually true or not; it’s just what I’ve been told. After all these are the same friends that told me after I passed out at a strip club (on a separate night) that I woke up to a nigger giving me a lap dance that I somehow owed $60 for. I am positive it was just an ugly Asian.
All in all it was a very good night. From what I’ve been told we were out until 9 the next morning, so I must have had upwards of 30 beers, some weed, and ecstasy in my system. I have no idea how we got around town or how I got home either. I don’t even remember where I ended up passing out for good, where I woke up, or when I woke up. But whenever I woke up, it was brutal. I wasn’t even hung over, nor did I feel too fucked up overall. But holy fuck my teeth, jaw, entire mouth felt like I had been curbstomped. I remember grinding the fuck out of my teeth all night, and was completely conscious that I was doing it, but just could not stop myself. It took about 4 days for me to be able to fully bite down and touch my top molars to bottom. That was the only negative side effect I had, but it is enough for me to never do it again – though admittedly I probably would if the right situation presented itself. But if I did, I’d rather deal with a few days of pain than walk around town with a fucking pacifier in my mouth all night.