5 craziest/coolest/memorable times of your life? and then your 5 worst times

Just post 5 times in your life that you can remember that were insane with adventure..I will start..lets see

!)New Years in Tijuana, Mexico (maybe 1994?) trippin on acid...also seeing The Exploited in Tijuana..that was the craziest punk show I have ever seen.

2)Running away from home when I was 15, hitchhiked from Florida to California and was in California for a few months living with other homeless runaways. That was the hardest survival thing I have ever done. But I felt so free and I remember it as a great feeling..even walking on the side of the highway in Louisiana with it pouring down rain on me..it felt so good to be away from my father..

lets see..

3)boot camp in the Marine Corps..that was interesting..they stay on your ass every waking moment..but it was fun. I was my platoon honor graduate..it did help that I was prior service..My final PFT in bootcamp, which was my best ever..was 24 pull-ups, 88 sit ups in 2 minutes and the 3 mile run in 18:06..

4)The birth of my 2 daughters..even though the both were C sections..It was the most amazing/coolest thing I have ever witnessed..the gift of life

5)French Commando School in France was fun..lots of obstacles/fighting/demolitions and survival stuff.

I have had many other adventures, like climbing mountains, more acid/mushroom trips in Germany..driving accross America by myself..

ok, heres my 5 worst times


I did have a bad trip on Acid in San Diego/mission beach..I was looking to score some acid on Mission beach and I ran into this guy I was in the Army with in Germany..I used to party with him there, so we were cool..he said he could get me some acid, I am like cool, to make a long story short, I had another friend there too..we were all three trippin right down by the beach and the guy I knew from Germany walked away, down to a fire on the beach and with my bionic ears they started saying that we were cops and they were all going to fight us, or whatever..I started really trippin hard..and the guy I was with, we became this big robotic monster and started running, as fast as I could barefoot and my life was actually passing before my eyes, I was seeing my death..and then the next thing I know I wake up in intensive care with my head all stapled up, a broken collarbone, both eyes had blood in them and my ribs were hurt bad to..apparantly I fell/jumped down a flight of concrete stairs..I had to be resusitated on the way to the hospital..the whole experience had me jacked up for awhile mentally..I wrote and drew my experince many times..I still did trip about 2 weeks later, just to prove I was not scared..I have only done mushrooms since..I had done acid at least 30 times before this happened.

what else, oh yeah

getting court martialed out of the Marine Corps with a Bad Conduct Discharge for the above experience and a few other charges..like vandelism and assault..those were things I had been in trouble for before that..so it all added together.

when I was 20, I lived in Boston for a year, worked as a pretzel vendor, learned how to juggle..I had some cool friends that lived in Melrose and others that lived in Roxbury, I lived in Brookline, renting a room and it was cool..but this other street vendor invited me over his house for a beer..yeah cool, he was a skinhead, but said he was of the non racist type..so, we go over his place and he has an oriental girlfriend..he has a centerpiece in the middle of his coffee table and it is the statue of a black lady with a big bone going through her nose and he had skrewdriver playing..I knew I was in for it..then his friend came over and he had just got a new flight jacket that said "Boston Skins"..and I sarcastically said "nice jacket" and then the conflict ensued and we proceeded to step outside to fight..him and the other guy kicked the living shit out of me..I remember stumbling back to the "T" missing a pant leg, a bloody nose, a busted up lip, a loose tooth and other bruises..I went to my friends and sat in the same spot without moving for 8 straight hours..very humiliating..I have never been beaten up so bad.

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The many whipping by my father..he would make me pull my pants down and get whipped with a belt..I hated it.

another humiliating thing is that I used to be addicted to cough syrup, call me climbing arms of Ivy, but I, at one time, drank a bottle of cough syrup, almost everyday for 3 or 4 years..Crazy..

 

I gotta quit wasting my time on here..this board just sucks up to much time, when I should be generating business to make cash or hiking..I am gonna say this is my last post on this board..I will not be back to read your responses..what is anything?, if it is not dramatic? Goodbye Random Thoughts and Hip Forums..this is Geonagual/Ithasbeensaid/DonGenaro/Nestor/DonaSoledad..Over and Out..I swear, I am never coming back..a promise is a promise and I do at this time promise to Jehovah to never come back here.


Jehovah, heavenly father, I come to you in the name of your son, Christ Jesus and thank you for this day of life that you have given me, thank you for all the great things that you have created for our enjoyment and pleasure, it is times like these in this system of things when it can be hard to be true to myself and I just pray that you can forgive me for the things that I have done, I am doing my best to take in an accurate knowledge of both you and your son and realizing the Ransom sacrifice gives us the hope of everlasting life on a paradise earth with peace and harmony between all man and the prospect of moving close to perfection. I also pray for my daughters and my wife and all the Brothers and Sisters around the world who are suffering from persecution that you can give the strength to endure and find the great enjoyment and pleasure in loving you Thank you Jehovah for all things, I say these things through our reigning King, our redeemer, the prince of peace Jesus Christ. Amen

 

whoa....you're a trooper....i loved your stories and think you're an incredible soul....good luck in everything you do, may you always have love and peace in your life.

 

Craziness. I hope you come back because I think this board is starting to get a little conventional, and it could use some insight from those who have walked an interesting path like you have.

I thought you were a female until I read your other user names, I was going to say, toughest woman to ever post here.

 

wtf. ok, whatever.

so good times
1. When we went to spain in march. Fucking awesome.
2. um.. Scotland, that was amazing.
3. time spent on here was good.
4. India was cool.
5. and I'm going to leave this one blank.

 

coolest times
1. when Andy proposed to me
2. When I got my degree finally
3. When I went on my first buisness trip wihtout a boss or higher ranking person
4. Seeing London for the first time
5. Diving for the first time

Worst
1. Everythign that happened with my dad
2. last couple of years I stayed with my ex-fiance when he disgusted me
3. Last trip I took to see a boyfriend at the time
4. first month of sixth grade (didn't have any friends)
5. time when an ex boyfriend walked in my mom's house, crazy when I was with a new boyfriend

 

Damn! I wish I were on here when you were earlier, I wanted to say good-bye!

I will miss you. Its been fun talking with ya!

 

where are you going?

 

wieeeeeeeeeeerd.
but yeah i thought he was a girl, but i remember dongenaro. huh.

 

1. 3 hits of LSD on blotter, 3.5grams Psilocybin mushrooms t+ 5 hours, another 3.5 grams t+ 4 hours.
2. 3.5 grams Psilocybin taken with my wife last year
3. Roughly 22 grams psilocybin mushrooms plus a beer bottle of prepared mushroom tea when I was 17 in Florida
4. 8 hits LSD Hoffman Anniversary blotter taken at once last year
5. 3 grams cocaine, 1/4 vial PCP taken at once, 1 pill MDMA nearly pure, 40mg's Oxycodone, several n2o canisters, 2 Somas, many beers and shots vodka, another MDMA pill, 3 more large lines cocaine, and 20mg's more Oxycodone taken at a hotel when I was 16. Closest to dying from overdose and interaction I've ever been :cheers2:

 

^ are these the coolest or the worst hahaha

 

The craziest. Far from the coolest.

 

My number 5 would have easily killed the majority of people on this Earth lol. And that's just one of 3 times when I've pushed 5+ drug interactions to the absolute limit my body could handle

 

WOW. i would of died before getting through all of that list.

 

Believe me lol, that is the only time in my life when I was certain that I was dying without being on psychedelics lol.
I only took the Oxy 40mg initially because I was lying in the bed shaking and twicthing, teeth chattering and looking like
a pale ghost, and this girl told me to take the pill to calm my heart down and even me out.
After taking it, of course, I asked what it was and she said "Oxycontin 40mg" and I was like "What...the...fuck did are you
trying to kill me?!"
The only pride I have walking away from that, is not only I didnt die or go to the hospital, I didnt puke once :cheers2:

 

damn man

 

It was just one of them nights, I did the 3g's cocaine before I even knew about the hotel party,
and had half a g left (from a ball) when I showed up, and I split that half a g with a guy there
and he tossed me the MDMA pill, but then a friend bought a pill for everyone at the party and I
took another one lol. The wet was already in my pocket from the night before, the Oxy's were my
'calming down, overdose prevention' pill given to me by a complete retard bitch lol, and the somas
were from the guy who bouth the molly.
It was all taken over the course of around 10 hours, from 7pm to 5am, with most being taken before
midnight. Dont know how I survived, but I am naturally very tolerant to any and all drugs, although
Im hyper sensitive to the effects. Very strange

 

ive had some scares, but nothing compared to you. wow, never puked? impressive!

 

And to top it all off, the next morning the guy who I split the coke with asked my friend to drive him to
the city to get more, so we piled up in a van with my ex girlfriend, my friends Julie, Jim and Aidan, and
we all went down to North Philly. The guy went in a house and came back out like 20 minutes later with a
half ounce of some of the purest coke I've ever had, and he dumped a bunch out on the fold out table and
we all banged the fattest lines possible at once, then started driving.
The high from that one line lasted the entire ride back to the hotel, which was probably around 30 minutes.
Going a mile a minute lol, man what a memory

 

speed + rollarcoasters. i used to really love that. of course my vision would be completely screwed up for the rest of the day.