Well, we've had a few druggie mentions on here. So..

[Onkel Dunkel]

Originally Posted by bishopkris40

I wish to slightly change this thread to help some of the younger curious users:
What is you're worst experience of drugs? (E-panic attacks etc, smashing mum and dads house)

In a period of my life where i was very fond of magic mushrooms i was i the woods with a friend (we where both on double dose mushroom and had smoked a large pot joint). We began talked about load of shit (as you do on mushrooms) but the conversation was lead towards all the bad things humans do to this earth. For some time we didn´t want to be part of civilazaation anymore but instead build little huts in the trees and live in balance with nature an we where very close to letting a farmers cows out because all animals should be free (they had a square mile or so to run around on). We did manage not to let the cows out but a side effect is that i´m a vegetarian today

I also smoked a lot of weed (i mean A LOT) in my younger times. So much that my life almost didn´t have any meaning anymore. All i did was go to work/school and smoke to get stoned. When i tried to stop i got so bored because i didn´t know what to do when i was sober and all the so called friends never came around anymore. Most of them are really fucked up today. There´s still a few who is still my friends but all the rest i have no contact to at all. I still smoke a joint now and then but mostly at festivals or when i need to calm down/stress off. I think i smoke about 10 joints a year now (besides festival where i smoke everyday )...

[ten]

Used to pill every week in my late teens earlier twenties when hitting the raves or trance clubs. Did coke and smoked gear a small amount also but that never seemed to do anything for me apart from give me a shitty throat or nose.

Did speed/base for a while but its a fucking dirty little drug and the come down is arse. Also done ket a few times but thats bollocks aswel, just mongs you out for the whole night.

Still do crystal mdma whenever I goto big clubbing events (pills are full of shit these days, in the UK anyway) like global gathering or Ibiza (which I am going to in August again), but its like 4/6 times a year max.

The best experience was doing LSD tabs we got from a pikey camp when I was about 14. So cheap and they lasted for fucking hours. Man the shit youd see on that stuff was totally fucked up.

ten

[jasedee]

I used to love LSD... took alot of it in my youth, too scared to do it now

[bishopkris40]

LSD tabs were so much better than mushrooms.

But do you notice that the age most folk do them is bloody young? I was also about 14-15.

At one point I was taking one every week. We had a big group who'd just walk around having one of the best laughs of my life, there's always a comedian in the crowd that would keep everyone going.

Must admit too scared to try it again.

Infact I'm pretty much sure that my run of drugs other than the occasional joint( maybe very regular) has ended.

I've had many bad experiences but the worst by means of long term effects has to be taking ecstasy. During my rave years I had good connections and got good stuff.... Well I usually took one every 4 hours or so at raves and ended up in bad states but had fun, then one time I got 3 pills for one night and they came with a severe warning (from a dealer a warning isn't good)

He said to take a half that night so I knew what to expect, this was the Friday night so I did, ended up flying now I mean I was so out of it this was unbelieveable! I never slept that night, done a papaer round in the morning, where I still enjoyed going in circles, I then went home and lay in bed waiting for bus to leave for Rave, left at 6pm still without sleep and still 2.5 tabs in pocket. Popped another half on way to rave and bounced in to rave. Mates all like to go down the front so there we went, I danced in the space they usually left for me. A few hours in I went for a double dunt, this made things very weird, I was now high as a kite, This continued until I had just 1 left, at which point I knew things were going out of control, sop I gave my mate half of my last, Then...

The prick floated past me at the front of the stage.. Laughing and saying I float like a beeeeeeee weeeeeeeeeeee. Funny but then all hell broke loose.

I started hearing the MC say my name and point everyone of the 10000 ravers were out to kill me everywhere I looked folk were talking about killing me, got my group off friends together and hid in the middle as they checked me out and told me everything was ok. Went back to the front on another high which suddenly fell deep into disaster, I walked out the front door without saying to mates, went to what I thought was my bus, an hour later someone got on bus and I thought he was coming to kick my ass, he spotted this and chilled me out, I was on the wrong bus, This guy was one of the best people to meet, he spotted I was freaking out and gave me water and found out who I was with and took me to my bus, where I might add I got the pish ripped out of me. Got home and thought all was well.

Well it wasn't that paranoia stayed with me for almost 18 months, I was scared of any confrontation and eye contact, I got by but not until I spoke to my mates about it and they said just to confront my fears, in other words if I think I'm going to get hit, stand my ground or walk past the person, I can take a hit from anyone so I decided to try it, With my mates watching all the time I'd walk past, the other person usually was not even aware of me, so after some time doing this I got better.

A few years on though one of my mates who also had a good supply we noticed he never came out. We went on holiday and he wanted to stay in. I spotted this and told everyone to get him out for an hour, just enough drink so he couldn't drive, he wasn't happy we done this so He decided to walk home, I went with him and told him the above story, he then admitted that was why he didn't go out! We all worked again to sort that out, now he has a beer gut!

I don't hate x but I have to sy it can screw you up, I have loads more bad stories about most drugs, even spliff. But I don't preach to anyone but just watch for signs in yourself and others around you. Drugs are fun but friends and life are more important.

K

[3o3]

My worst experience was on benzo (of course). I went over to a friend to have a drink and just talk as he was going to Thailand/China/PNG and would be gone for about ~1 year or so.

Anyways, I didn't feel so good at the way over to him (my agoraphobia and anxientyproblems) so I took 2 pills as the doctor had ordered me to do whenever I felt bad. It took about 5 minutes until the pills kicked in..

It felt better but still not great so I took one more (which was the 'maximum' dosage every 5-6 hours). It felt great.. We talked for an hour or so..

Then it's all black from there.. I woke up the next day in jail.. Noone would speak to me, noone would tell me whatever I was accused of.. After spending another ~12 hours in jail a policeofficer came and said; You're up in the next couple of hours.. be ready..

Be ready for what? As he didn't seem that happy to see me I got kinda scared that I might acctually got a bad beating.
But it was just to tell me what I was accused of aswell as to hear my story..

Anyways the kinda innocent story;

After about an hour or so talking to my friend, all of the sudden I had said to my him; I really feel.. weird.. I gotta throwup.. I think..

I went into the bathroom and 1 hour later and still not a single sound from the bathroom my friend decided it was time to acctually see what was going on. He opened the door and found me just sitting on the floor looking and.. nothing basicly. He got me some water and asked how I felt and my reply was everything but normal and it went something like this; "One.. Flies by.. of time... itself..". I was really calm and cool but I couldn't speak..

My friend decided it was time for some tea and sugar to get me to feel better.. During this time I had went out in -25 C without a jacket or shoes. When he noticed me gone, he ran out and didn't find me until he heard shattering windows and he found me smashing a securitydoor with my hands (3-4 cm glass and wire.. crushed with my bare hands!).

Anyways, he decided that it was time to call the ambulance -> He ran home and while he did that I "found" a person which I beat up pretty bad and went back to smashing a pizzeria. I got into the place and started to smash the whole place up. I put chairs in the owen and so on.. It was chaos..

I was trying to get home when a busdriver refused to stop (as it was in the middle of the road). I beat him up aswell.. hanging from the outside of the bus (think; actionmovie featuring Jean Claude Van Damme). I waved him in and he stopped to ask what was wrong and all I said was; Take me home.. He said that "This isn't a bussstop and besides.. that's way off my route!) when I jumped at him and got hold of his _face_ (I was climbing onto holding his face and nothing else). He started to drive when we reached ~40-50 km/h I fell off and into a bush..

After that I was going back to my friend when the first person I beat up came by again with his friends.. I beat him up once more and his family came by as I.. threated them so they fled the area.

Now the pizzeriaowner had come by (as the alarm had gone off while I was smashing the place up). I chased him for about ~5 minutes or so when the first policecar arrived.

They released the dog at me and as the dog bit me I beat that aswell.. The dog let me loose and didn't reply. They called for backup and more cars arrived, one police tried pepperspray on me without no effect whatsoever. I just said; You done a big mistake now and I grabbed him and we got into a fight. Now it was ~11 policecars (= 22 policemen), 4 dogs and finally it arrived another policevan so it was 17 policeofficers at the scene.

I jumped up on a policecar (as I had free'd myself from 2 policemen trying to hold me down). I smashed the windows and lights on the car. The police fired a warningshot (as they have to do in Sweden before they take you out). I didn't reply or did anything other than just looked at them trying to attack them (I mean.. what the hell!).

The policeofficer I had attack first lowered his weapon screaming; I will shot (he was the one firing the warningshot aswell), I WILL SHOT! I started to walk towards him.. He aimed at me and was stopped that my friend found us, screaming "don't shot him.. don't shot him!" and he explained that I took medicine against bla bla bla.. They decided that if they all would "attack" me I wouldn't stand a chance.

They was quite right, but I put up a good fight as it took almost 30 minutes to get me secured..

And that's the most innocent story I could tell you about that evening..

The prosecutor wanted me in jail for this; 4-8 years. As it seemed that once I was in the bathroom I finished _all_ of my pills (~70-80 benzo pills!). I didn't remember a thing from the night!

I got 15.000:- SEK in fines, 2 year probation and stuff like that as the pizzeria decided not to press charges and all of the people I beat didn't press charges either as they felt bad for what happened but they understood (how they now can do that) what I was going throw. I was only charged with beating the police and smashing one of their cars!

I haven't done a single pill of benzo after that incident; I came home and flushed all my remaining pills and burnt the papers I had to get more and then I had this personal hell for a year and still feel that I want more benzo from time to time.

Onkel: Christiania? How is that place nowadays?

[Old Vantaa Man]

Did acid twice when I was 18. First time was a guided tour of the universe by Mr Spock and the Dalai Lama. Second time was a tour of putrid hell. Aka Stockport, England.

[Old Vantaa Man]

Incredible story Sebastian!