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now that i am off of probation, i can finally tell whomever reads this all the stuff i've been dying to say on here for quite a while. since i was put on probation i have actually experimented with more drugs than before i was arrested (ha!). i found an ecstacy hookup a few months ago and bought about $700 worth of them in bulk. i also hooked my friends up with some. my roommate took $125 worth of x in one night at our apartment. he was still rolling the next day at like 9 am after having started at about 7 pm. i have to say, i am quite fond of x. it really does make music sound much better. one night i had ryan, brad, and brandon over and i couldn't stop dancing for about 5 hours in the middle of my living room. sadly, though, my x pusherman was snitched on and the cops busted into the house he was having his hair braided at. he had an 8-ball of crack on him and they had warrants for his arrest anyways, so it's probably safe to say he's going to be away for at least 5 years.
speaking of crack, i had tried smoking crack before, but one night i got $40 worth of it and went down the road to a quik mart sort of thing that sells everything you need to smoke it. all you have to do is walk in and say, "i want the brown bag special," and the guy behind the counter will give you a brown bag with the pipe, brillo, and a lighter. i went home and found out a guy named mike was there. he served 3 years in a texas prison and knows what he's doing when it comes to smoking crack and doing just about any other drugs you may want to play with. he used to live in houston and him and his friends were pretty strung out. one of the guys' dads was a cop so they stole his riot gear and went to drug dealers houses. they would act like the cops, bust in, tie the people up, and take all of their money and drugs and find the next victim.
back to the story at hand. mike got the pipe prepared and i went first. the brillo was already hot when i dropped a tiny chunk of rock on there and it immediately began to sizzle so i lowered the pipe a little and put fire to it while i spun the pipe in a circular motion. i always take deep breaths when i inhale any drug and hold it in as long as i can and this was definitely no different. while i was still holding in the smoke, i heard the train run right through my head. a wide-normous smile brightened my face and when i finally exhaled all i could say was "wow!" it looked like someone had put a fishing hook in each corner of my mouth and jerked upwards. we smoked my $40 worth and called up another guy who i knew could get some more for me. he was kind enough to drop it by the house so we had about $35 more to play with now. we used that up and all i could think about was wanting even more. that's the catch with crack, your body won't let you not think about needing/wanting more. if you can resist that then you'll be fine. we resisted after about $75 worth.
another thing about crack is that the smoke that stays in the pipe cools and becomes residue. you can smoke the residue and get as high as if you put a new rock on there, if you have enough residue in it. one morning at about 4 i got back in from patti's and the 2 pipes were in my room. i pulled them out and began sliding the brillo down to the other end of the pipe to scrape all of the residue into a new hit. i had so much residue that i got high as fuck until like 530 am when i took a hit that i believe almost killed me. i had to go sit outside and hold my hand on my chest and take very deep and slow breaths for about 20 minutes while watching the sunrise before i calmed down enough to go back inside. i honestly feared that i was going to have a heart attack.
moving on, a good friend of mine got a new pill hookup that he told me about. this guy had methadone and i wanted to try some. i got him to get me a lot of them and had 2 for myself to start things off. methadone takes about 2 hours to kick in, but once it does it last for like 7-8 hours and is intense. it makes you feel numb, tingly, and as if you are levitating slightly over the ground. it also makes me talk a lot. it feels like a strong dose of hydrocodone or something like that except with a twist of it's own that i can't explain.
and finally, i was hooked up with some super fire shrooms a while back. i took 2 chocolates (not from the same batch, but very good in their own right) and then a couple of hours later had 3 grams of the fire shrooms. the result was the most intense and hardest trip of my life (except for maybe salvia). the body high was absolutely amazing, almost overwhelming. towards the end of the trip, i was sitting on patti's bed staring out onto lamar and just started crying. i felt spiritually connected to every single living organism on earth all at the same time and that is such a beautiful and peaceful feeling that i couldn't help it. it was the most beautiful, meaningful, and pleasant moment of my life.
i guess that's it for now.
speaking of crack, i had tried smoking crack before, but one night i got $40 worth of it and went down the road to a quik mart sort of thing that sells everything you need to smoke it. all you have to do is walk in and say, "i want the brown bag special," and the guy behind the counter will give you a brown bag with the pipe, brillo, and a lighter. i went home and found out a guy named mike was there. he served 3 years in a texas prison and knows what he's doing when it comes to smoking crack and doing just about any other drugs you may want to play with. he used to live in houston and him and his friends were pretty strung out. one of the guys' dads was a cop so they stole his riot gear and went to drug dealers houses. they would act like the cops, bust in, tie the people up, and take all of their money and drugs and find the next victim.
back to the story at hand. mike got the pipe prepared and i went first. the brillo was already hot when i dropped a tiny chunk of rock on there and it immediately began to sizzle so i lowered the pipe a little and put fire to it while i spun the pipe in a circular motion. i always take deep breaths when i inhale any drug and hold it in as long as i can and this was definitely no different. while i was still holding in the smoke, i heard the train run right through my head. a wide-normous smile brightened my face and when i finally exhaled all i could say was "wow!" it looked like someone had put a fishing hook in each corner of my mouth and jerked upwards. we smoked my $40 worth and called up another guy who i knew could get some more for me. he was kind enough to drop it by the house so we had about $35 more to play with now. we used that up and all i could think about was wanting even more. that's the catch with crack, your body won't let you not think about needing/wanting more. if you can resist that then you'll be fine. we resisted after about $75 worth.
another thing about crack is that the smoke that stays in the pipe cools and becomes residue. you can smoke the residue and get as high as if you put a new rock on there, if you have enough residue in it. one morning at about 4 i got back in from patti's and the 2 pipes were in my room. i pulled them out and began sliding the brillo down to the other end of the pipe to scrape all of the residue into a new hit. i had so much residue that i got high as fuck until like 530 am when i took a hit that i believe almost killed me. i had to go sit outside and hold my hand on my chest and take very deep and slow breaths for about 20 minutes while watching the sunrise before i calmed down enough to go back inside. i honestly feared that i was going to have a heart attack.
moving on, a good friend of mine got a new pill hookup that he told me about. this guy had methadone and i wanted to try some. i got him to get me a lot of them and had 2 for myself to start things off. methadone takes about 2 hours to kick in, but once it does it last for like 7-8 hours and is intense. it makes you feel numb, tingly, and as if you are levitating slightly over the ground. it also makes me talk a lot. it feels like a strong dose of hydrocodone or something like that except with a twist of it's own that i can't explain.
and finally, i was hooked up with some super fire shrooms a while back. i took 2 chocolates (not from the same batch, but very good in their own right) and then a couple of hours later had 3 grams of the fire shrooms. the result was the most intense and hardest trip of my life (except for maybe salvia). the body high was absolutely amazing, almost overwhelming. towards the end of the trip, i was sitting on patti's bed staring out onto lamar and just started crying. i felt spiritually connected to every single living organism on earth all at the same time and that is such a beautiful and peaceful feeling that i couldn't help it. it was the most beautiful, meaningful, and pleasant moment of my life.
i guess that's it for now.