I was at a relatively small party, 10 people or so. One of my first times drinking. I ended up drinking an entire 70cl of vodka... I borrowed a guys mobilephone, walked 50 meters away from the house and sat down behind a shed, called a girl from my class and started ranting on about a lot of rather embarrasing stuff, then passed out in a pool of my own vomit.

I woke up completely perplexed, took me a few minutes to figure out what had happened. It was still dark, but I couldn't hear the people or the music. I walked back to the house and found that everyone had left. I tried to find my bike but my vision was so blurry that I could barely distinguish the house from the trees. I decided to walk home - About 8 miles, having to stop every 10 meters or so to puke.

The next day the guy called and asked if I still had his phone... I didn't, so I had to pay him 500$...

About a year ago I was sat on the computer on totse, next thing...

... Woke up on a bed with a naked sleeping girl missing half my clothes, all my money gone (I don't even know if I had any). Turned out she lived on an island town just off some shitty town in the middle of nowhere 40 miles from home. I ended up having to walk 15 miles down a main road trying to thumb a lift missing a shoe, both socks, a ripped trouser leg, a shirt with no buttons and no underwear...

I still have no idea how I got there or what happened. All I can piece together is what people have said from brief conversations I had with them that night. Apparently I was invited to a party in this town 40 miles away and I could stay at his. I never met him but I must have gone to the party and met this girl somehow and then gone back with her to this shitty little island...

Guess il never know what happened really... Or what happened to my shit.

This happened winter of '06:

I heard about this party that was going on and since I moved, the party was like 15 mins away from where i live now. What I didnt know was that everyone was gonna go to a party AFTER a friend played at a local bar. I got dropped off in my old neighborhood and was walking around and got dinner at a chinese food restaurant (wonton soup and a coke), then I walked by an old friends house and decided to stop by. We were talking for a while about whats been going on for the past 5 or 6 years (i was in cali), and how everythings going. It got to a point where he asked me if i smoked weed, and i said that i did. He packed a bowl and it was shared between 3 people so i got 2 hits off it (big hits at that). It came to be about 10:20 and the show started at 10:30 so i headed over there.

It was only like a 10 minute walk to the bar from my friends house, but it felt like it took longer because i was high as shit. Anyway. I got the the bar and ran into another old friend. I dont know how long I was talking to him for but it was probally like 10 or 15 mins when i went out to smoke a cigarette. I bought a pack earlier in the evening and it was mabey half empty (i was smoking alot of cigs last night, especially after i smoked with my friend). I went back inside and was just standing at a counter right next to the bands amp's and was just listening to the music when all of a sudden i felt sick to my stomach. I let it pass and like 3 or 4 mins later my vision started to go out. It was like when you can't get a clear reception on a tv, or when you stand up really fast and you're vision just goes away for a sec, except it started to be just a little bit then it gradually increased until my entire field of vision was gone. I couldnt see a thing. I dont remember but i guess i fell to the ground and was lying there for like a minute when a friend picked me up and put me on my feet again. He told me that i was standing there just fine for like 10 or 15 secs. when all of a sudden i just fell straight back (from a standing position) and hit my head. Again, i still couldnt see anything and dont even remember being stood up or falling down again. Everyone circled around me and was wondering what the fuck was wrong with me, and all of a sudden my vision came back for a secong and i tried to get up and just fell again.
My friends dragged me outside (i didnt see them do this, i just had a VERY faint feeling like i was being dragged) and stood me up again. I dont even remember being stood up but i collapsed again into the garden and almost hit my head on the bricks. Thank god i didnt.

At this point they were about to call the police & ambulance and i dunno why they didnt, but no one ended up calling them. Anyways, i got up after a little while on the ground and my friends were supporting my with each of my arms around their shoulders and we went for a walk. While we were walking we were talking about what was going on. I didnt know what the fuck was wrong with me and neither did they. We were talking when i just started to feel my vision get all blurry again. I told them that and i guess i blacked out again and fell but when i opened my eyes i was walking back down the street again. We got back to the bar and i sat on the garden bricks when the bouncer came out and asked me what was wrong with me. I told him that i was just thirsty and he went and got me a bottle of water and after i started drinking the water, i went back inside and i didnt black out again after that. I was ok for the rest of the night. I woke up and it felt like i had been drinking alot last night. This has never happened to me before. Ive never had a weed hangover and ive never blacked out from weed. 2 hits at that.

Two weekends prior i was at a party and i was actually drinking there and got a ride home with my brother. Before we went home we smoked a joint and than went to the house. I was walking inside and took the first step towards the bottom of like 9 0r 10 stairs when i just blacked out and woke up at the bottom. I was puking for the rest of the night too. I thought this was the mix of loads of alcohol, the weed, and all the cigarettes, but now im not sure.


Heres some things that i think might have made me do what i did:

- the weed was laced with something. i called my friend that i smoked with after i got back to the bar after my walk and he said that he wouldnt give me anything that would fuck me up that bad and not tell me. people have told me that it was GHB or roofies or something. The feeling i had matches up with GHB experiences to an extent.

- the chinese food??

- nothing to drink (regular water or soda) for a few hours??

- the cigarettes mixed with the weed??

- maybe it was because its NY weed instead of CA weed??

- just a bad reaction or something

I didnt have a single thing to drink (alcholic) last night, so that couldnt be part of the problem.


Anyone have any ideas what could have happened to me??? Its kind of starting to trip me out. I've vowed to stay away from weed for a while after last nights incidents. I think this is a smart idea, so im gonna try and stick with it.

It was my first time taking Xanax and I measured the dosage incorrectly...big mistake. So anyways I took it, went out to some party with like 40-50 people and had a little too much to drink. I remember telling myself "Ah what the fuck this isn't what I thought it would be" because I wasn't feeling a thing. I later smoked some weed with these guys and that's when it hit me. I have no memory of that whole party (it was probably the best one this year too). I remember talking to these guys and just doing stupid shit. I must of really made an ass out of myself out of these 50 new people I barely knew. I remember walking around outside in public and people talking about me. The next day I looked at my arm and I had this fucking huge scar on my arm and I had no clue what it was from. My friend told me about what happened and I apparently hit something sharp. The person who hosted the party told me that a bunch of guys got alcohol poisoning and there were police and ambulances and shit. I'll never forget my introduction to benzo's...nothing will ever happen like this again, my tolerance is way too high and nothing ever beats a first time.

I woke up under a tree with leaves glued to my feet and ankles, possibly karo syrup, but not sure. Didn't smell like it would go on pancakes but it sure looked like it.

I peeled off all the leaves and walked home with shoes missing, only to get leaves stuck back on my feet.

I've got a few stories to tell. All of them involving benzos.

First story. I was working a late shift at my work and had recently acquired a large amount of Midazolam. Five minutes before my shift was over I broke seven, 7.5mg Midazolams in half and chased them with a bottle of grapefruit juice. I then smoked a joint on the way to the freeway and stopped at White Castle to get myself something to eat. I then woke up at seven in the morning, confused as all hell, wondering what the hell happened that night because I couldn't remember driving home from White Castle. I then proceeded to wander about my room collecting "evidence" as to what happened last night. Half of a White Castle cheeseburger laying on the floor to the right side of my desk, a half-typed thread on Totse was still up on my monitor, and a cigarette had fallen out of my ashtray and burned a nice line in my carpet. My best guess is that I somehow made it home, started posting on Totse while eating White Castle and just "blacked out". I don't remember getting out of my chair and going to bed, or anything about that night. I was pretty pissed to discover a six-dollar bag's worth of rock-hard White Castle's laying on the floor, though. :(

Second one. I hadn't taken any benzos in a long time and my friend happened to mention the magic word within earshot. "Xanax". I interrupted him and before I knew it, I had two, nice, delicious Zanzibars sitting before me. I popped one whole, and parachuted the other one fifteen minutes later. I woke up the next afternoon in a hotel room in Windsor, Ontario with some passed out girl who was moderately attractive (Read: If I was sober I wouldn't have done anything) with the hotel manager pounding on the door saying that check-out time was two hours ago and that I had to leave now or I'd have to rent the room for another night. According to my friend, this is what happened that night:
After taking the Xanax, a bunch of our friends had come over to my friend's apartment and they started drinking.
One of them was drinking whiskey, and I love whiskey, so I asked them to pour me a glass. So I drank three shots of 43.5% alcohol.
We played Halo 3 for about fifteen minutes, when someone mentioned going across the border to Canada so our underaged friends could get drunk and go to a titty-bar.
I drove seven people in my car to Canada. (My stereo system was locked in my friend's closet so I could fold-out my third-row, so I know he wasn't shitting me).
Customs stopped me and apparently I was "really cool" with the guy(s) who were tearing my car apart and I asked them if I could pet their dog. They eventually let me.
I parked in the Casino's parking garage, we walked to the strip and started bar hopping. They said I was moderating myself and was only drinking a beer at every bar. I have no idea how many bars we went to.
I started dancing with some skank, ended up making out with her next to the DJ's booth.
I disappeared and my friends had to find someone to give them a ride back across the border at three in the morning.So basically I spent the entire night being a jackass. I had to give the girl a ride back to her house in the middle of fucking nowhere and then drive back across the border and hope that I could cross with my ID and an expired Passport.

Finally, the other night I parachuted two bars and popped one whole. I sat down at my television and started playing single-player Call of Duty 4 on my XBox360. I woke up several hours later, with a terrible pain in my neck and my screen greyed out. I then tried to get out of my chair, fell, got up, tripped over my jacket, smoked my temple on the metal frame to my bed, laid there on the floor for about three minutes writhing in pain, contemplated getting up and then fell asleep for another four hours. Woke up with a pain in my neck and my head, crawled into bed and then fell asleep for another few hours. Good night for me, I'd say.

As I started writing this, I just parachuted 5mg Xanax. I hope I don't have to use this as "evidence" tomorrow morning.

i black out everytime I take benzos, or at least lose huge chunks of time.

we needs moar blacking out stories for teh lulz

When I was about 15, I obtained a 750ml bottle of bacardi 151. It was the middle of winter and there was a huge snowstorm, so I had the day off school. I ended up taking a grand total of 10 shots in celebration, thinking that my father would still be going to work that day and I would be free to just fuck around most of the day and worry about shoveling snow later that night.

Wrong. My father skipped work because the roads were shit, and ordered me to go outside to shovel the snow off the driveway (when I was blackout drunk). I don't even remeber agreeing to it, or even what happened exactly... but I guess I was walking with the shovel in hand and slipped on some ice... I fell and somehow the shovel drove into my chin (I have no memory of this) and cut me up real bad.

I continued staggering around trying to shovel the snow off the driveway when my father came outside and asked if I needed a hand... he took one look and said "we need to get you to the fucking hospital", I was totally oblivious as to why until I looked down and saw that my entire shirt was COVERED with blood.

We get in his truck, and he drives me to the hospital in atrociously bad weather. I puke all over his floor. We arrive and I spend a few hours getting stiched up while my father, some nurses and the docter all seem to be looking down on me in disgust... it took fucking forever. They took even MORE blood from me to test for drugs, because I couldn't piss. The pile of puke in the truck froze to the floor cause it was so fucking cold, and I had to scrap it off and scrub the fuck out of the rug... and then pay a few hundred (lot of money for a 15 year old) in hospital bills.

Worst two days of my life. I never drink more then a few beers even to this day, fuck alcohol...

I woke up one morning after taking some k-pins at three in the afternoon the day before. I was beat to hell, my knuckles were cut up, and I was hungover as hell. I'm not sure how much, or what I even ended up taking that night, but what I managed to piece together(with help from my friend who hadn't eaten any) was this:

We went to a party, I started drinking and popped a few more k-pins. Somewhere along the line, I got a hold of some bud and possibly some coke. Apparently I was acting really chilled out, and being generally cool and not acting that fucked at first, but this degenerated into a nice fuck up by around midnight. Some guys came in and started hassling the host(who I didn't know), and one of them got in my face so I punched him and knocked a tooth out (the tooth was in the sink the next morning, where my buddy said he ran to clean up right afterwards) and one of his friends hit me in the back and I elbowed him in the nose. Then the rest of the fuckers beat the ever loving hell out of me until my friend and the host started in on them. They got thrown out and threatened with various implements, and some drunk fuck decided that I needed another shot, after which I stumbled around, puked, and fell asleep on the living room floor, half on the couch.

That's about the only interesting one. The rest are just gaps when I was home alone and obviously didn't do anything too stupid(except smoke all my pot), or me getting sick and having my girlfriend take care of me while I vomit all over myself in the shower.

Epic lulz.

stuff

Get your head checked out. Seriously.

And your friends are idiots for standing you up so many times when it was CLEAR that you couldn't stand. Or maybe they just wanted to watch you fall over again and again for the lulz.

I black out frequently when I drink, maybe every 30 minutes or so there will be a 15 minute time frame I don't remember. Within those fifteen minutes I've met new people, went streaking, garage hopped, started having sex (yeah, imagine when i came back to consciousness and i was fucking). Usually it's just really funny stuff.

First time I blacked out, I was experimenting with Diphenhydramine. I think I took 24 tablets, so 600mg, and chilled out on my couch. I woke up the next morning, and was informed that I was awake the whole time, conversing and arguing with my family, and walking around/eating, etc. That really freaked me out.

Second time, I went up to a friend's house in the middle of nowhere. It was me, him, and another friend of ours. We bought a really fat 80 bag, (like a 1/3 of an oz), with a couple other people. We smoked about a dubsack right after we got it, then we gave the other guys their dubsack. We headed home, and on the way, we ran into a friend who sold us a fifth of really good bourbon. We go back to my friends house, pick up his bong, and walk down to the park.

We smoked the 40 sack while taking shots in between hits. I must have had 5-6 really large shots. Anyway, we climb up onto the roof of some gazebo, and I decide to try smoking a cigarette for the first time. This was right after a shot and bong rip. Well I took a drag off the cigarette, and got a crazy head rush. Passed out, and woke up about 15 minutes later on the ground. Climbed back up, and did it again until we stumbled back to his house. Not the most hardcore blackout story, but it was damn fun.

One time I pitched in 10 for a party and they came back and gave me a half gal of whiskey. Well shit, i guess I'm getting really fucked tonight. So everything's nice and chill at this bonfire party, and I've already had a blunt so I'm feeling nice.

I remember I just kept drinking from no reason out of the bottle, sitting indian style on the grass. They say I passed out sitting like that with my head on the ground. Funny shit was they told me to get up and get in a car to pass out, so he'd be like stand up! I am!! Apparently he thought I was about to kick his ass being in an angry mood.

1. One time, I went with my friend to this girl's house, she was having a small get together. I end up taking a lot of Xanax (not sure of the amount, but probably 3 bars)and drank. I got so fucked up I stumbled to the bathroom, and fell on the floor, and laid there for like an hour because the tile was cold and it felt good. Next thing I know, I'm being moved to her bedroom so I can lay on the bed - I try to tell them I might get sick but I can't find the words. I black out, wake up an hour later and I puked all in between her bed and wall, and all over her bed. I get up, collect my things, grab my friend and tell him we have to leave.

We left, and that was that... but I did apologize to her later.

2. Again, on Xanax, my friend and I apparently stole a gun from someone's house. I don't really remember the night at all, but I remember waking up the next day, and I had that feeling that I stole a gun the night before. I couldn't tell if it was a dream or not, so I tore through my room, wondering where I'd hide a gun... and lo and behold, there was a gun in my closet. LOL/WTF?!

3. Another time on Xanax, and drunk, I pulled a knife out in Waffle House, and threatened someone's life. The Waffle House was apparently full, and everyone saw me - I barely remember this. But my friends got me out, and I knew someone who worked there (Read: bought drugs from a waitress) so she covered for me when the cops came later.

I could go on... but fuck Xanax.

I've posted this before but I took a bunch of xanax before class during my senior year of high school. I guess I painted this picture of a squid, it was really good. The next day I walk into the art room and am complimenting my friend on the painting, thinking that he painted it. He was very confused and informed me that I painted it the day before. I had no memory of even going to class.

A friend of mine recently took a bunch of kpins and started fighting people for their beers. He then kept trying to drive his car home even though he was really fucked up and no one would let him. I guess he was breaking shit and spilling stuff everywhere. He passed out for a few hours and then woke up bitching at everyone.

I got my lip pierced a few days before my sister's wedding and she thought that I'd detract from her wedding photos. So she sat me away from my family, away from our family friends and all the way at the back, with the retards. So I'm fucking cut, I was one of the groomsmen and they were all sitting at the very front yet I had the downy spot.

So I was just sitting there at the table grinding my teeth, glaring at her, and being a general dick. I got my little brother (6 years old) drunk. Then realise I was totally fucking tanked and left the dinner to go upstairs into the hotel. I find an open public shower in the halls and puke ALL over the floor and the toilet. So I decided I'd clean my self up by having a shower. I took my suit off and put it on the floor of the bathroom and proceeded to pass out in the shower.

Next thing I remember was waking up to cold water in the shower (hot water had run out, it was 2 hours later) and I could smell something awful. I looked around and I'd shit my self and there was puke in my hair. So I smooshed the shit down the drain with my foot and cleaned up as much as I could. I then couldn't put my suit on since it was wet and in floor puke. To make things even worse, since it was a public bathroom in the hall, you were meant to bring your own room towels. All I had was a hand towel.

I kind of blacked out again here, but the next thing that I remember was waking up sprawled out naked in the hall of the hotel, with the face towel just covering my cock and nuts. Then I just passed out again.

Next thing I know I'm being let into my room by my brother in law's engaged sister. I remember getting dressed after this.

Then I remember waking up naked in her bed at the end of the night.

Oh I also stood on my sisters wedding dress as she was walking and tore it up pretty bad.

Fucking great night.

About 5mg of xanax (hardly any tolerance) and a few beers.

Woke up over a mile away in someone I didn't know's front lawn with one shoe and a different shirt than the one I had the night before.

I would give more details, but, well, I can't.

I was hanging out with my older cousin Chris at his house. Me and him got a 6 pack of Coors and a 6 pack of Mickeys and split them. We drank those while watching Natural Born Killers and smoked a joint because it was all he had left. So at around 10 PM he calls his friend Mike and the dude tells him to come over on a taxi and he'd pay. So we did that, got to his house at like 11. We end up paying the driver a lot more than we should have (we were drunk). Then the 3 of us started hitting a bong and taking shots of Crown Royal. After 3 hits and 3 shots, I lost it and started falling over, puking, and struggling to pretty much do anything. Then I decided to rejoin the bong circle somehow, and started calling Mike's hits "pussy hits" so they made me take a massive hit. After that I remember smoking a cig and falling backwards into a bean-bag chair.

I woke up the next day to Mike and Chris kicking me and calling me "cousin Pukey". I projectile vomited into the dude's bathroom sink (and all over his mirror and counter) and apparently drank 5 bottled waters. Crazy shit.

i have many.

senior year of highschool, 22 beers and a pint of captain later, I am told i am almost falling into the fire, drove my car while puking out the window, getting tackled. woke up the next morning with 2 of my spark plugs missing, and someone had drawn cocks all over my window, and put my cell phone number on my car saying call for a good time.

got real drunk this summer, off of beer and many shots of jager, end up calling people so they can drive me so i can pick up some blow, i threatened to kill this girl if she wouldn't dive me.

drank a whole shitload, ended up coming home from the bar and decide to take a shower in my parents bedroom, where my mom finds me passed out in the shower at 7 am, with the water running.

anyone else never black out on alcohol?

ive been a few drinks away from alcohol poisoning and everything is rather vivid in my mind... knocked back a handle of vodka a few times taking a few good swallows each time over the course of about 10 minutes, couple shots of jack, a bowl and a few beers later and given that i weigh about 139 pounds thats a hell of alot of alcohol to consume in a pretty short time... but i still remember everything pretty vividly, trying to walk and failing... climbing up into a chair next to the keg, puking, starting to lose consciousness, people noticing this, 3 people caring me inside and out of the cold, being carried up the stairs, puking in my mouth, getting to the bathroom and worshiping the porcelain god for a while... then being carried to a room with a mattress on the floor, they gave me a bottle of water and told me to chug it before i passed out... i woke up and puked off the side of the mattress sometime later before passing out again....

woke up 10 hours later in a daze, the hangover hadn't quite hit yet and i stumbled out the back door of the kitchen where the kids mom was cooking breakfast...pushed a rusty lawnmower out of the way that someone had parked behind my car and got to a gas station before i started puking again... a 36 hour hangover from hell insued...

Iv never blacked out from alcohol, sure my memory can be a little fuzzy with slight blank spots from what I did or said and I can wake up with the "what the fuck did I do last night?" feeling but I'm sure half the time people say they don't remember the night before from drinking its just an excuse to not have to account for their actions when they made a complete tit of themselves.

Actually now that I think about it, there was one time, and only one when I blacked out completely on alcohol. After a night of serious, aggressive drinking, I somehow convinced my cousins it would be a good idea to go to an absinthe bar, and I took two shots of like 180 proof absinthe, and everything after that is blank. The fucked up part is, we spent another hour or two after that walking around (from what they tell me), and I don't remember a thing, not even climbing into bed. Freaked me out when I woke up the next day, confused, hungover and vomit in my bed :(

I figured that, because I had a relatively obscene benzodiazepine tolerance, attempting to eyeball a dose of alprazolam from a quarter-gram sample of pharmaceutical grade powder was perfectly logical in lieu of having a scale.

Hilarity ensued...and I was out of alp within 72 hours.

Would you like to elaborate?

Would you like to elaborate?

If anyone thinks they can tolerate a semi-long/rambling post.

...and if I can finish my drink first so I don't feel so shitty about posting it. :)

If anyone thinks they can tolerate a semi-long/rambling post.

...and if I can finish my drink first so I don't feel so shitty about posting it. :)

Drink up...

This happened winter of '06:


You whiteyed, probably from dehydration (especially if it was a hot day). I did exactly the same thing in the middle of a PACKED theme park cafe, at lunchtime. Funny stuff.

If anyone thinks they can tolerate a semi-long/rambling post.

...and if I can finish my drink first so I don't feel so shitty about posting it. :)

has all the elements necessary for a possibly hilarious story

nother story, 7 oz everclear + 4mg Xanax, drove around drinking, tried to piss in a cup while driving, fucked up and got on my pants, went to this chicks house, borrowed GIRLS jeans (I think they were chicks jeans, but they were like only a little small so I DUNNO.. which i havent given back) went to a football game, tried to dip ended up with a beard of tobacco (ALL ON MY FACE..) spilled half my can on the ground, rapped, pulled out a red bandanna, repped bloods, picked fights with all of the wrestler kids, told a ton of young girls (freshmen and sophomores.. im a senior) i just wanted to fuck. ended up riding around in this sophomore girls car that i barely know not sure if we hooked up, but i doubt i could of. i'm sure i tried though.. but i do know we drank more, she had some sunkist and vodka and CIGARETTES! which i was out of. didnt throw up, didn't get a hangover. just blacked the fuck out. somehow managed to drive home too..

this is all reconstructed from tales, was told by several people that i was the most fucked up person they'd ever seen.

Alright, here we go.

I acquired a quarter-gram, maybe a bit less, of lab-grade alprazolam powder from a trusted source, so there was no question as to purity and legitimacy of the chemical itself.

I was heavily advised to use a scale capable of weighing in milligrams, for fairly obvious reasons when you consider the dosage of legal alprazolam pills. At the time, however, I didn't have such a scale, and I also had a sizable tolerance to benzodiazepines, anyways. Who else bothers to score the equivalent of 125 Xanax bars with no intent whatsoever of selling a single dose of it?

But back to where I was-- in a chair in front of my desk, with an innocent enough looking pile of powder in the middle of a sterilized Pyrex dish. Okay, I thought, I can do this; even if I swallow a dozen milligrams I could still probably handle it. Klonopin doses of twenty milligrams were not unheard of at that time of my life so considering my so-called "leeway", I ate my first little taste.

A swig of water assisted the passage of the chemical into my gut, where I figure it went about doing its work as I sat and waited for onset. I completed a few mundane tasks before checking the time that elapsed, and at thirty-minutes post ingestion, I couldn't discern an effect.

Too little, I thought-- curse this tolerance! I prepared a second dose. Scooping the powder in the spoon of a snuff kit I dumped it under my tongue, willing to sacrifice the taste of chemicals for a test of sublingual dosing.

It was either at this point, or very soon after, where all was lost to my memory-- but thanks to the kindness of a couple of friends who were able to recollect the events, I was eventually told of what happened.

By coincidence my friend had happened to call me not long after my second dose, inviting me over to his house across town for a night of general debauchery. I originally intended to stay at home but his offer seemed more appealing, and a short time later I'm smoking a blunt in his car as we're crossing the freeway. The ride was uneventful as far as my actions in regards to my ongoing blackout, which my friend remained unaware of then and half-way into the night.

We entered his house and I tried the stairs, but my legs would not cooperate. The narrow walls each side of the railings proved very much to my benefit, allowing me to ricochet back and forth as I struggled to drag myself onwards.

A few minutes later and after some laughs, my friend grew curious of my current predicament. My current reputation as a benzo-fiend was well known among my circle, and my tendency to share my massive prescriptions had made them fond of my pills. I reached in my pocket for my pack of smokes and retrieved the baggie inside- holding the entirety of my quarter-gram buddy, minus what was obviously well into my system.

My friend seemed slightly skeptical at first, so I offered a demonstration-- dumping half of the baggie's contents in a mound on top of his speaker. I had no razor blade conveniently near and hadn't brought cards in my wallet, so I used my pinkie finger instead to arrange the powder in lines. The natural oil on the skin of my finger caused powder to cling to my flesh, which I quickly remedied by licking it off as if casually eating a donut.

My friend, seeing this, was slightly alarmed. "Do you know how much you're doing?!"

"Relax", I said, licking my lips. "I know exactly what I'm doing."

The night carried on fairly normally, and two other friends stopped by. I attempted to offer them doses of alp, but seeing my state, they declined; the Mountain Dew which I'd tried to drink had mostly spilled on my shirt, which was also littered with white-powder blotches that matched the ones on my face.

With them declining a taste of my drugs, I asked my friend for a capsule, which he brought from his bathroom after opening it up and trashing the vitamins inside.

I proceeded to scoop-- still with my fingers- the remaining powder to the capsule, managing after a couple of minutes to cram the thing to the top. I capped it, properly, how, I'm not sure, and handed it to my friend. "That's all you," I said. "Oughta last you a while."

Not long after I went downstairs to smoke a cigarette outside-- where the temperature was something like 30 degrees and steadily dropping in the night.

My friend came outside, a few minutes later, to find my reclined in the swing on his porch, my hands crossed peacefully over my chest and a smile stuck on my face.

"You can't sleep here," he explained. "It's fucking middle of winter."

I tried to explain how it wasn't cold and I was, in fact, very comfortable, but he wasn't hearing it and coaxed me inside where I laid on the couch instead.

The following is my next conscious memory following the one where I dosed at my house.

I woke up in my bed-- nothing unusual-- and carried on with my business. Went downstairs, said hi to my mom, and fixed myself some coffee.

Went out on my patio for a morning cigarette and stepped on a red plastic spoon-- covered in ice cream from Dairy Queen.

"Stupid kids," I muttered as I came inside, holding the spoon in my hand. "Always throwing their garbage and shit over here on our doorstep."

"You threw that there," my mom said, seemingly oddly unphased.

I argued that I hadn't had Dairy Queen in months, but she rightly had to correct me.

"Well, you did last night," she said. "You came home from Nate's messed up on something and said we should go for ice cream. We went to Dairy Queen and you bought for us both, then smeared most of your Oreo Blizzard over your face with your hands. When we got home you took the spoon and threw it down on the doorstep."

She believed me when I told her I was horribly drunk, and we both sorta laughed and left it at that.

Alright, here we go.

Nice.

Oh yeah, I forgot to add, my friend informed me what I gave him in the capsule lasted him a week and a half.

Your girl blacked out after all those rophynols. You might wanna look into asshole reconstruction surgery :).

wait was that all the xanax gone in one night, or did you resume the blackout later on and didnt feel like typing the rest?

Last year no I think the year before me and my boyfriend were doing fentanyl..and I think I took a little much all I remember is fallin out on the bed...or couch and waking up later on with him fucking me in the ass and I just was like noddin out sayin fuck me harder I didnt really catch on to the fact he was in my ass...hmmm...thats happened a few times...I was so outta it I didnt care and actually liked it....

your a disgusting sleezy ho, and I've never seen any other posts by you but im gonna go out on a limb and say your an attention whore too

I was in Sydney, Australia on a government sponsored student ambassador trip, and me and some friends decided to take advantage of their drinking age of 18. I was almost 18 at the time, but it didnt matter because none of the stores we went to downtown checked id anyways. The night I blacked out, I had bought 2 375 mL bottles of Smirnoff, one for me and one for a friend. Well, we got back to the hotel and I immediately started taking long drinks out of my own bottle, then I started doing shots. Before too long, Id say within 30 minutes, my bottle was gone, and my friend offered me close to half of his, because he couldnt drink anymore. So I mixed that half a bottle in shots with some Red Bulls, and drank it. Well, needless to say I was pretty fucked up. I got up and went down the hallway of the hotel, looking for one of my friends who for some reason I thought was outside. I went down to the lobby, drunk off my ass and started to go outside into the streets before some of my friends got me and took me back upstairs. Back up there, I was doing some boozy flirting with chicks...I told one girl that her eyes were so blurry, they looked like oceans. rofl. But yeah, after that, I started going back to the room when I saw one of our leaders standing at the door, doing bed checks. Shes extremely hot btw. So somehow, by the grace of God I manage to get 30 seconds of completely coherent talking done with her, and immediately after she left I headed for the sofa. Next thing I know Im out of the sofa, in the floor, puking my guts out onto my shirt sometime around midnight. Well, we had to be all cleaned up and ready to go surfing at Bondi Beach at 7 AM, so I went into the bathroom and started taking a shower in the standup shower. Once more I apparently passed out, only this time I hit my head on the shower wall, giving me a concussion. I woke up at about 5 in the morning, with ice cold shower water running and my shirt still stinking of vomit. So, I get up, and at this point Im pretty much completely coherent, just a little tipsy still. Take my shower and wash my shirt, then start getting ready for the surfing. Everyone except the leaders seemed to know what I had done the previous night, and I was for some reason thought of as being kickass for getting drunk on a government sponsored school trip. Annnyways, surfing in cold water while still a tiny bit tipsy is not as fun as it may seem.

I still have that shirt btw, its my lucky drinking shirt now:P

your a disgusting sleezy ho, and I've never seen any other posts by you but im gonna go out on a limb and say your an attention whore too

HAHAHA..yea sure, Ive had the SAME AND ONLY MAN for oh...4 years, but have actually known him for 6...so how does that make me sleezy or a ho? and nope I post when I feel I wish...been here for 2 years...so you my sir are WRONG! Are you just jealous cause you cant get a girl to let you fuck her in the ass? HAHA

HAHAHA..yea sure, Ive had the SAME AND ONLY MAN for oh...4 years, but have actually known him for 6...so how does that make me sleezy or a ho? and nope I post when I feel I wish...been here for 2 years...so you my sir are WRONG! Are you just jealous cause you cant get a girl to let you fuck her in the ass? HAHA

I think he doth protest too much, what the fuck does you posting when you feel you wish have to do with anything? I'm wrong about what? i shared an opinion and when did i ask how long you've been here

I think he doth protest too much, and what the fuck does you posting when you feel you wish have to do with anything? I'm wrong about what? i shared an opinion and when did i ask how long you've been here

ok he doth what the hell does that mean? Im in OHIO thats ENGLISH not doth? and you said you havent seen any other posts by me...so I was simply stating how I have been here for 2 years, and really I post when I feel I should and or want to..I dont just post to reply to someone..stories I post about and when people who ask good questions and I have the answer or advice...your wrong because im not attention getting nor am I a sleezy whore..sorry...if I was attention getting I would post all the time and or troll for the lulz but nope..generally I keep to myself..

ok he doth what the hell does that mean? Im in ohio thats english not doth? And you said you havent seen any other posts by me...so i was simply stating how i have been here for 2 years, and really i post when i feel i should and or want to..i dont just post to reply to someone..stories i post about and when people who ask good questions and i have the answer or advice...your wrong because im not attention getting nor am i a sleezy whore..sorry...if i was attention getting i would post all the time and or troll for the lulz but nope..generally i keep to myself..

k, and its a saying unless your pointing out that its actually methinks but I don't like how that sounds so i changed it to i think. ever heard of William Shakespeare? no, i wouldn't think so its cool though. lets stop spamming this thread with argumentative bullshit. I insulted you, you made some lame comebacks back and forth back and forth etc. lets move on

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your really queer 2345 ohh I can do it too..haha got nothing to say now huh

your really queer 2345 ohh I can do it too..haha got nothing to say now huh

what are you talking about? please read and then comment, and i said stop this its immature

Ah ok, the first time I got drunk...

I was 15.

My mum had one of those 1.5l bottles of cheap "champagne" that she won in a raffle and I'd been eyeing it off for about six months and nagging her like an annoying little turd about letting me pop it open. Finally she gives in and tells me that on new years eve she'll let me open it and we can all have a drink, ONE drink.

"Like fucking hell," I thought. The only reason I'm so interested in busting this goddamn bottle of bullcrap open is that I'll be able to drink as much as I want and finally find out what it feels like to be drunk. No more of this sharing a beer with your sister at the bbq bullshit. Tonight I was getting ratassed.

So after eating dinner I opened it and had my one glass. Then another glass. Then another glass. Parents didn't seem to give a fuck for some reason so I had another glass. Then when dad went to the toilet I had another glass. You get the idea.

Suddenly I started feeling good. Really good. Amazing. The euphoria was so intense I looked in the mirror and started laughing then fell flat on my bed feeling like I was in heaven. Went out to watch tv with dad and noticed that he wasn't looking too impressed but 'sif I cared. He poured the last little bit of wine down the drain and went down the hall to talk to mum. That's when it started.

Something was wrong. I went from heaven to hell almost instantaneously. At this stage I was laying on the couch trying to fight the urge to vomit. The nausea was so bad I wanted to go grab a knife and end myself but I couldn't move. Next thing I know I've puked all over the floor. "Fuck, who's going to clean that up?" I wondered. The last thing I remember is hearing dad say: "I knew it".

Woke up the next day feeling like a million bucks. Got about as far as the toilet when God said "happy new year lol" and I started puking again. So I got put to bed and felt like a cancer patient for about 3 days.

Apparently I painted most of the house with puke which my parents spent all night cleaning up while I babbled insane bullshit about what I'm gonna do when I leave school and where I'm going to live.

Me and my buddy smoked a joint heavily laced with dog, shot the rest, and then, just for good measure, we crushed, split, and snorted 3 Oxy 40s. Worst fucking high of my life. I faded out sitting in my driveway leaning against his car, while he was passed out in the driver's seat, door open and the seat belt keeping him from falling out.

Didn't come-to completely til the sun was shining with the worst opiate hang-over. It ended up being one of those highs that stop being fun and start scaring the shit out of you every time you start fading and then "shock" yourself awake, but it's just a matter of time before it overtakes you and you are out of it.

Apparently we came out of it at random times and said/did some off the wall shit but I have don't remember details. I vaguely remember a car stopping in front of my driveway and laying on the horn, but that coulda been my friend laying his head against his steering wheel. Hell, I don't know.

I didn't repeat that shit ever again and kept all my highs in check from that point on.

And Hanuman, shut the fuck up. At least the chick contributed, instead of just talking smack and shitting up dude's thread. Dumb fuck.

And Hanuman, shut the fuck up. At least the chick contributed, instead of just talking smack and shitting up dude's thread. Dumb fuck.

her comment did seem pretty fucking attention whoreish in my esteemed opinion. why would you tell tales of you taking it in the ass while screaming fuck me harder on the internet unless you wanted attention, and people like yourself to jump to her defense if anyone comments

Blacking out used to be a hobby of mine. Here's a few of the more interesting tales. The following stories have been reconstructed based on what my friends told me the next day.

First time I blacked out, I chugged a 5th of brandy in under 5 minutes. I was a freshman in high school, and didn't yet understand the concept of alcohol poisoning. Last thing I remember, I was on my hands and knees galloping around my friends backyard with some girl I had just met on my back riding me like a horse. Next thing I remember I woke up in my bed naked, with my mom screaming "You're naked because you puked all over your clothes!!" I guess my friends dad had to drive me home, and carry me to my doorstep. Somehow my mom didn't realize I was drunk until several hours later when she came downstairs and I was puking all over my computer.

One time after blacking out I woke up on my floor, only to discover that everything I owned was covered in gum. My phone, my wallet, my lighter, my pack of cigs, my computer desk, my clothes. Still haven't figured that one out.

Once I woke up with one of those caramel apple lollipops stuck to my cheek. I didn't realize it until an hour after I woke up when I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

Once after mixing k-pins and whiskey, I boxed some kid in my friends garage and I guess I fucked him up pretty good. Later I realized I had left my phone in his garage, and since he wasn't home I decided the best way to get my phone back was to kick his door down. Then we gave him a lawn job just for the hell of it. The rest of the night included knocking down mailboxes, lawn jobs, and other such juvenile pranks. I woke up at 3 in the morning on this girl I hadn't talked to in over a year's living room couch.

One time I was the DD for this kegger a few towns over, so I did what only the smartest DD would do and popped a bunch of k-pins to make the night more interesting. When we got to the party, they were charging $5 for entrance, not just for a cup. So I ended up drinking anyways. I blacked out within the first hour of being there. The next thing I remember it's daylight, and I'm looking out the back windows of an ambulance. When I got to the hospital they had to put me in a wheelchair because I couldn't walk. I guess I left the kegger to pick up this girl I was trying to hook up with. We then went to another friends house where I continued drinking. I dropped the girl off at her house later, then fell asleep in my car in a dennys parking lot. Someone saw me, called the cops, who then called an ambulance because I was completely incoherent. I just remember trying to escape from my hospital room, and nurses chasing me down. Eventually they just set it so an alarm would go off if I tried to leave my room.

On my birthday a few years back I blacked out, and was so far gone that I passed out on my friends trampoline, several people lifted up the trampoline and tipped it over, I fell face first onto the ground and still didn't wake up. Then someone lit my pants on fire, and I still have a scar on my leg.

Once I blacked out after a day of drinking at the beach. I guess I got pissed off at my friends and ran away from them. My escape route; I hopped over a barrier and ran across 8 lanes of traffic on lakeshore drive. After surviving that somehow, I probably would have been fine, only I had left my shoes, shirt, phone, and wallet in my friends bag at the beach. So after 4 hours of wandering the streets of Chicago barefoot and shirtless, I finally found the train station and hid in the bathroom the whole ride home to avoid paying. This was at the beginning of summer, and the blisters on my feet are just now healing.

Then July 3rd at the Taste of Chicago, a brutal captain + sparks combo did me in. I don't remember anything from 5pm til 1am. I guess I accidentally knocked a pregnant lady down a hill. Almost got arrested several times, and was walking around yelling FUCK YOU, I AM THE POLICE! Then to top it off, I let someone borrow my phone then walked away, and my wallet got lost/stolen. Then I got separated from my friends, missed the last train home, and had to pay $120 for a cab ride home.

I haven't drank since the 3rd of July. I guess pushing pregnant women is where I draw the line. I have no idea how I didn't get my ass beat/arrested.

Wow that was a lot of typing. Once I started I just kept remembering shit and couldn't stop. Man I'm a dumbass.

her comment did seem pretty fucking attention whoreish in my esteemed opinion. why would you tell tales of you taking it in the ass while screaming fuck me harder on the internet unless you wanted attention, and people like yourself to jump to her defense if anyone comments

maybe cause me and TGGD are tight ass mothafuckas man! And nope just posting to black out stories...maybe I did it to be a lesson as to watch it when your doing fentanyl or else this could happen to you? Hmm whoever said I was doing it to attract anything other than..gee I did too much that night and really got fucked up..hmm better watch my intake next time..oh yea and i know people jack off to shit posted on here so just giving a story!

her comment did seem pretty fucking attention whoreish in my esteemed opinion. why would you tell tales of you taking it in the ass while screaming fuck me harder on the internet unless you wanted attention, and people like yourself to jump to her defense if anyone comments
The point was that this thread doesnt give a shit about that, its about blackin' out!! Lets keep it that way ;)

Oh and the only time Ive ever come close to blacking out, I was at a party where we were mixing drinks, takin shots, you know....then we all started up a game of beer pong and I got way too trashed (We lost twice and won once) and ended up falling asleep in front of this nice little bonfire in the backyard.....so yea long story short I was walking home when I basically kept tripping and drifting in and out of consciousness while walking...nothing too eventful but Im glad I didnt make a total fool out of myself xD