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I used to be the typical campus drug dealer for 8 years straight , the guy at university everybody knows to find to score weed and other things. I did it to pay for my studies and to save up a little and after I graduated, I rented an apartment and kept on dealing. Man.... I still miss that life.... I was hugely popular and everyday was like a party. I began at 19 years old and stopped at 27 because I got tired of "that world" and I also made two female friends a sub-dealer. They were 13 and 14 with a lot of other female friends who liked to smoke weed so it was a lucrative business. I called them Renato's angels. I learned them the tricks of the trade and they had respect everywhere and nobody messed with them as they could always rely on some friends who were my henchmen. My flat was always filled with girls who were insanely pretty and always high and yes I had sex with them too which was extremely illegal. Crazy drug fueled orgies with themes: a Roman theme night, a vampire theme night. I was the Hugh Hefner on dope. We never got busted and I even made them earn a lot of money which they saved up to go to dancing school. I'm still friends with them and now I'm 38, a successful financial trader, still smoking weed, from time to time coke to stay sharp when trading is hard, growing weed but quit the molly, speed and LSD. They still have their nicknames to the horror of their boyfriends and when they are single, we are still friends with benefits as my job doesn't allow for a real relationship which sometimes sucks.
A friend of mine wanted to buy some marijuana from me. So I bought parsley and sold it to him for 50 bugs.
I also said that it's pretty good stuff.
My naked confession... a few years ago, I was in an acquaintance's apartment in Toronto. A few young guys were there too.
I admit, I was smoking crack. Which makes me want to get naked. Which I did, so a bit later, I, middle aged guy, was walking around completely naked hitting the pipe, to these guys' astonishment. This was very cool, I thought.
They asked for some. I said "no, it's only for naked people".
It took them a while... but these two guys, late teens, early twenties, undressed completely, and a bit later we were all naked, getting high. They were embarrassed. At least one erection was seen.
I accidentally gave my cat the wrong pill, she is now drugged up and may have liver problems. I feel like I've made an innocent creature go through grief for nothing, it kills me that there's nothing I can do now.
Twice a month I shoot meth with my older sister and week fuck for 2 days in a hotel. It's the best sex I have ever had.
I have been snorting meth close to 5 years now, more recently ive increased my intake, think i want to end my useless life i can't any longer. Lost so much in the past 2 years. Beginning of the month I was constructively fired. What next? Think I'd settle for a coffin thank you. Tuned 33 yesterday and i don't want to see or go through any more of this.
Meth is like a song to me. Like a song you hear on the radio once in awhile but you turn the volume up when it plays. I haven’t done it in awhile, but I’m having cravings for meth and coke. I’m 15 and my friends know about me smoking weed, but they don’t know that I’d do anything to snort a line right now.
im 17, my mom is a drug attict but i love her to death, she does heroin, and crack, this year 2016, i started to do herion somtimes and smoke crack sometimes, i just started because i have triedd other drugs just for the experience but i wonderd why my mom does heroin and cack all the time.. now i know the reason, but anywayone day i got a bag of heroin from my mom, she is aware i do it somtimes. anyway, i do this bag of heroin and i felt amazing, all i rember is closing my eyes, apperently i was dead, my body was purple from no oxygen and i wasnt breathing so my mom and my bestfriend who was there but she didnt know i was on drugs, they called the ambuence and they had to stick somthing up my nose so i can start breathing again, i woke up in the hospital and once i was told that i was dead i flipped out, i actually want to die, anyway after that i stopped for a while but now i do it again, yesterday night i did 2 bags of dope, the first one i did about 8pm, i didnt really feel what i wanted by 9pm so i did another one, about 20 min later i was smoking a blunt of weed with my sister and i wasnt feeling good at all, my head felt ike it was going to explode, so i put the blunt out and went into my house, i said goodnight to everyone and to her, i went in my room and i already knew i was overdosing, i tried so hard to keep myself awake because i didnt want to die so randomly, like i wasnt ready, i kept myself up untill 3 am and then finally said fuck it and went to bed, i woke up fine buti just been thinking since then.. why didnt i just lt it happen, maybe i want to live?.. idk but i really want to do it again and end it,,
I want to start doing drugs again. But all my old suppliers are either dead or in jail or got clean. I miss the feeling of being in la la land.
I have been recreationally consuming butane for the past few weeks. At first it was a head rush and woozy feeling, but over time strong hallucinations now kick in the more I do.
In a recent session, I did quite a bit, reached the dream-like hallucination state which never actually feels very good, calmed down and got back to normal. I usually stop after that point, but no, I decided to do more.
The hallucination state kicks back in, strongly, and it feels like I'm about to die. Shapes and colours meld and twist, my heart races and beats irregulary, there's a roaring sound in my mind and I hallucinate I'm rigged up to a vital monitoring machine which is screaming at me.
I tear myself away from my desk, panting very heavily, adrenaline pumping through my veins, thinking this is it. I start to ball my eyes out, begging not to die as I think of my family and life ahead of me. I slowly but surely calm my breathing and reality goes back to normal.
I've resolved to never touch the drug again, ever. This is my way of getting my thoughts out there.
Thank you.
I stole the purse of my teacher while she wasn't in her classroom.
With the money (almost 200 bucks!) I'm going to buy some weed!
Excited!
Shoplifting is fun. I've stolen thousands of dollars worth of stuff from various stores. Most items I'd trade for drugs anyways.
Well my brother ended up in jail and I been hanging out his wife already played with her tits she’s touched my dick we spun as fuck I’m bout to fuck her and don’t feel bad bout it because she gets treated like shit.
As a kid I watched someone use drugs. They’d hallucinate. I said not me. When you see a person go from normal to screaming. Running from things not there. Hurting themselves and others. Not me.
Then I almost died. You wanna live? Take these meds. The meds led to new problems. New meds.
Then the meds caused PTSD. That led to more meds.
Well. One med made me hallucinate. I tried to escape I’m told. Can’t remember.
I do remember one med made me paranoid. This was compounded by a bad childhood and a real danger in our life. My wife tried to convince me the real danger was not real. But it was strange. It’s like when the TV preacher; radio DJ; newscaster. Well.
You now how in a movie they don’t look into the camera? That breaks the illusion your watching something real. You now realize the actor is looking at the audience. Hey. I’m an actor.
Well. On this med my mind would say. Did they just look at me? I didn’t run off screaming. I knew they really weren’t. I just felt like they were.
Off and on I’ve been thru stuff like that. Take this med. I don’t want to. But I never tell them about the side effect.
But I beat it. When I wasn’t on such meds. I called some shows. Heard myself. Had others do it. Heard them. See now they really were to me and others. One liked me so much I met them. Took pics. Me and others. They remember. Got the pics. So it’s real.
Well they’ve had me on said meds again. Can’t sleep. Paranoia. But I beat it. I called some shows. Broke the spell. I went thru. Heard me talking to me. Delayed of course.
Oh. I’m still feeling that itch; nervous; hot cold; sick to stomach; shaky; nervous stuff. I hate these meds. But I now know it’s paranoia. I altered the show. Made them talk to me. Heard it delayed.
Then I did the greatest thing you can do to paranoia. I hung up. Changed channels. Put on a movie. Said I don’t care who thinks what about me. I’m a good person. They can laugh at me. But I can laugh at them too. F them. It’s nothing personal. I just have to live within what meds are doing to me.
So it’s fading. Losing its hold on me. I’ll wait a week or two. Then slowly listen again. If it’s just a show I’ll stay. If not two more weeks.
I may have to take these meds to stay alive longer. But I don’t have to let the side effects control my life.
I am obsessed with getting high on cocaine and getting naked and flashing in the window of my hotel room. I sometimes get freaky enough to fuck my ass against the window.
I like to get super high and have rough sex. Nothing feels better to me than getting used while stoned.
My first day of kindergarten, my teacher Mr.Joel says "Alright we are going on a field trip to the national park ,so I need a girls to board the bus first then boys!"
I wasn't paying attention and I got on the bus first. Mr Joel approached me and sarcastically ask."Excuse me Gregory, are you a girl or boy? "I don't know I said". That moment , that question confused the fuck out of me for the rest of my life. I mean i have a penis but I don't like to look at it because it looks icky. My mom was shitting on the toilet and I was standing in the doorway naked when I was 3 years old telling her I pooped my diaper and all she said was ah fuck not again just like fucking father and she slammed the door and my penis got caught in between it. I screamed and my neighbors took me to the hospital because my mother refused to drive drunk and high. The doctors put ice on it and sent me home. But by the time we got home my mom was asleep so my neighbors made me sleep when there son picaru was two years older the me. I didn't sleep Much that night cause picaru kept sticking Lego's and a hot wheels cars up my butthole and he would tie string around my injured penis and attach to a fishing rod and he would yank hard and reel it up until the line broke. Everytime I screamed he told his parents I was having bad dreams so his dad took off my clothes and laid me on his lap in the living room while we both watched the entire Andy Griffith show season one all night. He didn't molest me or assault me but he did kiss me on the lips a lot and call me 'judy Ann' and 'honey' a lot. Judy Ann was his dead wife's name.fucked up part is the when he drove me to the hospital he hit my dog spider and he promised he would check on him once we got back. I never saw spider again :(.
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Many times I have thought about what it’s like to get high. Or be drugged. Or be drunk.
I can’t drink or take drugs. I have epilepsy and strong medication.
I got a good job in New Jersey last Spring but the distance from my parents house was a long drive everyday. I finally found a room to rent nearby at a price I could afford. The woman who owns the house is Helen who I'm not sure but think she must be 50 or around that. I don't know what kind of pills she takes but by 6 or 7 every night she walks around like a zombie and by 10 or 11 passes out in the living room or her bedroom. She told me she kicked her husband out years ago and has a daughter who lives in New York and that she has lived alone for 6 years. Whatever those pills are they make her so oblivious I can't understand how she goes to work every morning during the week since on weekends she is even worse. It happens a night or two during the week but on weekends she hardly ever gets dressed and goes around in very skimpy PJ's or night shirts never wearing underwear. The problem is she has terrific body for her age and just the way she moves around or passes out leaves her exposed to me. Aside from that she often passes out naked in bed or comes out of the bathroom naked, so high she probably thinks she is still living alone. I didn't do this right away but when she passes out naked in bed a few months ago I began going in the room to look at her and masturbate as I do. If she passes out in the living room its usually on her recliner and if she is in one of those night shirts I pull it up enough to see her vagina and also see her anus just by the way she is laying there. Even when she wears PJ's its never the flannel type she always wears the shiny, silky type and some more shear than others. The best part is she never has a bra or panties on whether she wears the PJ's or a night shirt. There have been some days where I jerk off 2 or 3 times depending on how high she is or how often she doses off. For the last month or so I put my penis in her hand sometimes but only when I'm sure she is really zonked out.
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