Ok, well last night was a night I will definatly not forget. I get a call at about 6, and a kid I invited to my party last year asked me if I wanted to go to a party. I don't hang out with this kid too much, so it was weird hanging with him and his friends. They were super straight, just felt weird to be around all of them, because I wasn't too tight with them. So anyway, I told him hell yeh. I showed up around 8, and I walk to the door and his grandfather (who is his 'father-figure') is standing half-way out the door saying, "Hey! How's it goin'?! Who the hell are you?!". I was like, is Tyler here? He goes, TYLER! I have no clue where he is! He was supposed to be back by now! I was like, so he will be here later, right? He was like HELL YEH! I was like, mind if I just chill with you until he gets back? He had no problem with it. He had already gone through two 30 packs of Bud Ice that day. And for those of you who don't know, Bud Ice is 5.5% alc/volume. Which for beer, is a decent bit. So we sat down and were just shootin the shit and he offered to get me a beer, and I didn't decline, so he comes back and we were just drinkin, talkin, he is 76 BTW. So I ask him if I were alowed to smoke a cigarette in the house, he had no problem with it. Gets me an ashtray and I start smoking. After a couple more beers he was telling me about how niggers and mexi-tans (lmfao) ruined the RED-WHITE-and-BLUE. And how it wasn't the land of the brave and such. So I call Tyler and ask when he was gonna be back, he said about 30 minutes, this was at 815. He didn't show up till' 9:15. But anyway, before he got there, the phone rang and it was his daughter. Who is a drug addict and was calling to try and get some Oxycontin off of him... Now he had no problem with it, they have quite the fucked up family, one daughter is addicted to opiates, the other crack, and the other and alcoholic. It really is sad. But anyway, he was like I am too drunk to drive, but I have a great driver with me, that can take me wherever I wanna go. And winked his eye at me a couple of times. So he looks at me after the phone is hung up and is like wanna drive? I was like, I donno I'm pretty drunk. He's like NONSENSE, you had 6 beers. I'm like... that is the first time I've drank in 3 months, since I got alcohol poisoning, so I'm pretty good. He was like you don'tlook drunk so you can drive. So I just went along with it until we were about to leave. Thank god the second we were about to walk out the door Tyler and some of his friends roll in. I was like THANK GOD! Because I didn't even have my permit with me... So I tell Tyler about it, and he is like PaPaw, he can't drive, he is drunk as hell. We all went down into the basement. They had a 30-pack of multi-flavored blunts. By the time they'd arrived I was already pretty-damned-drunk. So one sits on the pool table, the other 6 in chairs and sofas and such. He finishes rolling it, right as I get another beer. He starts hitting it, smokes half of it before he even passed it. So I get down to half a beer left, and here comes the blunt. I smoked 5 or 6 hits off it and passed it. Finished my beer and lit a cig. Started smoking it and all of a sudden it hits me like a mac truck. I was staring at the camel on my Camel Light for a good 3 minutes. Then my stomach started hurting like a bitch. So I run into the bathroom and lock it and just sit on the floor... Let me tell you, this is the trippiest bathroom I have ever seen. The pain job was the most crazy pattern that just made me more sick, everytime I saw it. So I just sat in there and recollected myself. Spit in the toilet a couple of times. Wash my hands, wash my face and go back out. Everyone asked me if I were ok because I was white as a ghost. I was like, yeh, I'm much better now, blah blah. So I go upstairs to get some water and to call my dad and ask if I could stay for an extra 30 minutes because there was no way I could have been straight enough to get picked up at 11. He said 1130 was fine, so I went back downstairs with my cup and resumed the party. At this time 3 other kids had shown up. One of which owed me 30$ and he was shying away from me the whole night. And it was even more akward for him, because the kid he was gonna get the acid from, was there too. However I got his number, so I don't have to put up with this faggit anymore. So, this kid Tony, and I were just chillin, he was drinkin a beer and I was drinking my water. He is like, watcha got there? I was like just water, lol. He was like trying to sober up? I was like yeh, I have a ride in 35 minutes, so I need to be half way acceptable, lol. So, another blunt gets finished and another starts getting passed around. This was the 7th or 8th blunt of the night. Since I was feeling a great deal better, I was like let me get thirds on that shit. I took a couple hits and it made me feel even better. After that we were just chillin watching people play pool, and just shoot the shit and stuff. Oh yeh, and the whole course of the night was weird, because this kid had just died of an oxycontin OD. And they were all really tight with him. Which was super weird, because I couldn't stand the kid. The 2 times I bought bud from him, it was like dirt. So I just always hated this kid. And they were all talking about getting tattoos saying on a cross RIP Bub. Which is what they called him, he weighed 370 pounds so he always though he needed more of a dose than everyone else. So he took 7 Oxycontins and drank a case of beer... They were all talking about, on the viewing on Monday, going out to his back yard and blazing 2 blunts a piece, all 6 of them. Then at the funeral on Wednesday, when they are carrying him out of the funeral home, they are gonna smoke a blunt a piece. It seemed so cool to me, that they would do this for a friend. His parents even invited them over to smoke after it, even though they hated that he smoked, they realize that all his friends and he did, and just always had a great ass time and accepted it. But anyway, it was 1125 so I told my goodbyes and apologized for being a sketchball. And went upstairs. It's a good thing that I was getting picked up at 1130 I thought to myself. Because Tyler's uncle had stopped by the house, and knew the party was going on, and saw the two empty 30 packs, due to his grandfather, but he wouldn't believe it. So when I went upstairs Tyler was on the phone with his uncle, and he was threatening to call the cops and everything. I still don't know what happened last night about that. But I gave Tyler a hug and was like thanks man, for a great ass night. Told this other kid up there peace and gave him a handshake and I went out to the driveway, turned on my MP3 player and listened to Primus. My dad pulls up and I get in the car and go home. He didn't know or anything. Which is a good thing, because I would have been fucked big time. When I got home I just went downstairs, after I was on here for like 10 minutes. And was watching "Hooked! Illegal Drugs" on the history channel. I love that show. Anyway, it was an episode about acid, exctasy, and mescaline. Which was super ironic, because a good spot of the night was spent cracking peoples backs, because they had the famous ecstacy pains. And then I come home and see this. Not to mention I found an acid connect while at the party. I watched it all the way through. It was weird as hell though. I was watching the TV and from about 1240-130 I have no recollection on what happened, I wasn't sleeping, I was just zoned the hell out. I turned my TV off and fell asleep. Weird night? You tell me.
could you like give a short ersion lol, my eyes hurt and i think i will go blind if i read all of that xD
Haha, I shortened it a great deal before finishing. If I were to write most of it, it would probably take atleast double that >.> The reason I wrote that much is because I am still in awe about what happened last night. It is just such a flip of reality that I wasn't used to. But reguardless, I am getting my acid today so I'm rather happy
I got to call bullshit on this story. You really expect us to swallow a 76 year old man drinking 60 beers in a day before the night even begins. Do a little logical thinking. If he drank all 60 beers by 8pm when you arrived and he started at 10am, his BAC would be well over 1.00% probably closer to 1.50% depending on his weight. legal limit in all 50 US states is 0.08%; death is usually on its way at 0.45% and up. Enjoy your doses.
congrats on getting some acid and your great night i don't think its weird cuz sometimes you just go places where you don't know the people, but the way i pictured the bathroom, i would have gotten sick sober lol
its not hard to get away with smelling like weed/ciggs but my parents smoke ciggs, and if you smoke weed just like spray down with something and then have people blow cigarette smoke on you then you'll just smell like body spray and ciggs, cuz at my house everythingg smells like doral lights 100's
I'm sorry I didn't mean he drank them all by himself. He was at his otherhouse (he is a landlord) and he was drinking with some of his friends there. He actually told me that it was so much bulshit because he just wanted to get in his car and drive to his other house, but he couldn't because there was a cop that had pulled someone over right in front of his driveway. The ironic part was when the party began we had Bud Light, I didn't drink any, as I was already starting to feel sick. But this much I do know, he didn't sleep the night before, because there was a kid at his house that had died of an alcohol-opiate overdose and he fealt so bad that he couldn't sleep. He drank the beers between his friends and him, over the course of a 2 day period (He hadn't gone to sleep yet, so I counted it as one day). That's why I made sure I was outside a good 5 minutes earlier, so I could musk up
I didn't say he consumed them to himself. I said it was DUE to his grandfather. He was drinking earlier at his other house with his friends. Shoulda seen the bashing coming the second I posted it, heh.
ive been at 0.55% thats what the nurse said when i woke up at 6am in the hospital then i puked blood and went home and had the worst hangover of my life
sounded like a pretty good night. id like to have seen all the weed that went into those blunts man, fuck.
It was funny, because I asked how much they had, they said a half. And there were like 7people, and I never saw one person take out more than 2gs. Which seems kinda funny to me, because if you have all that shit in massive quantities, yet each person only had 2-2.5 on them, haha. But it was crazy, blunts were being rolled so quick I hardly saw 2 get rolled.
