I'm sure all the seasoned coke fiend/speed freaks have em! While the experience may be gutrenchingly scary when they lasted, why not share a laugh about it now?

I'll start with mine.

For a while coke binge summer, I lived in a huge house that was still halfway under construction with just my friend, and we were both on the road to serious psychosis. One major paranoia we shared was that people were trying to break in our house to kill/rob/rape us. So imagine this. We should be carrying fire extinguishers, flame igniters and lighters, knives andbats etc and patrol the house at night..while high as hell(heaven?). And the robber would always be just around the corner/right behid that door or hiding next to our beds...we slept with our shoes on so escape faster. One time we were so sure there as someone trying to break in our room that we pushed all our furniture against the door(while taking drug breaks) and we were screaming at the door banging on it(this might not be so funny, unles you iamgine us doing that when noones actually on the other side..one time i even came up with the "clever" idea to put a plastic bag infront of the bathroom door we were hiding in so that when "some one came" we would hear the crinkling.....
also so that the police wouldnt "film us getting high" we'd do itin closets, or..wear masks.....yea haha
our windows were all taped up with papertowels covering each ad every inch...
we sure scared the shit out of some neighbors...

Lets go shoot some dope!

Me and my friends were stoned and had a bunch of those dumbass ritalin patches on... after a night of egging houses and tp'ing shit, we were up at like 2 in the morning all in this one big ass tent outside his house making retarded prank calls, when one of the motion senser lights goes on (the kind that only is supposed to turn on when someone walks by)

Well we were all in the tent (actually one guy was passed out in another weird tent/4-totem pole thing but w/e) but the light turns on and we're all like "what the fuck? none of us are out there"

Instant unanimous verdict: Someone was robbing the fucking house. or the yard (makes no sense, I know) we went into insane paranoia mode, ran into the garage and the three of us that were still up (i think there were 2 other people passed out at this point) ran into the garage and got hardass metal baseball bats. my friend (whose house it was) got a flashlight and we searched the yard like we were trying to find a fucking piece of lint, like that's how much detail we went into when we were searching. we kept hearing light footsteps and shit but we couldn't find the motherfucker, we knew he didn't go inside (we would have heard and seen him go up the steps into the house) so we assumed that he was watching us look for him and kept running to the opposite side of the yard from where we were. We kept searching (still white-knuckled, clenching the baseball bats), we even went and looked around the streets for anyone out. We couldn't find shit.

Then we went back into the backyard. we look at my friend's car and lo and behold, there was fresh cat footprint marks on the dust on his windshield.

It was his own goddamned cat. it obviously ran by the senser light, then kept running away from us and the flashlight when we were looking for the "houserobber"...

yep that's paranoia for you.

Me and 2 other guys running through pitch black woods in the middle of the ghetto, tripping all over logs and crashing through thorns convinced that every tree is a black guy with a gun and my friend rolling around on the ground taking aim, all the while a car full of angry coke dealers driving up and down the streets looking for us.

having a cop drive slowly past you at 3am while your out past curfew tripping hard on acid... it took every ounce of self restraint i had left to keep from just flat out bolting into the nearest bush i saw...

I thought my parents were zionist agents sent out to kill me and that I was the progeny of Hitler.

also, lizards. everywhere.

also, lizards. everywhere.

It won't be long now...until they tear us to shreds.

It won't be long now...until they tear us to shreds.

Tell me about those fucking golf shoes!

Tell me about those fucking golf shoes!

Suddenly, there was a terrible roar all around us, and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, and a voice was screaming, "Holy Jesus. What are these goddamn animals?"

tell me about it


about 20 of us sky high on lsd ans some1 thinks its a good idea to go for a walk witch i was completely against

well not even 10 min goes by on the walk b4 were are all being searched and questioned the guys anyways

cops ask if we were doing any spray painting and i realize i have paint on my hands from earlyer in the day

they didnt see it though

it was just funny afterwords cause they had no idea but everyones pupils are fucking huge while 1 person on oxys are pin pricks

Not really anythng to do with psychosis or paranoia but this was pretty fucked up.

I bet this will make me sound like a kidiot but I tripped pretty hard on DXM yesterday. I took two bottles of Robotussin (600mg) for the first time as I usually only take up to one bottle. Basically, the trip started out pretty normally except a lot more intense than usual. I walked around and even harassed some /b/tards I met outside the Church of Scientology they probably grew pretty tired of my company after I puked. Everything was extremely surreal then and I hardly remember anything. Eventually though they convinced me to go because the cops were there and they were apparently staring at us. I kind of feel bad about that whole incident as I embarrassed myself. So after I left them, things got extremely weird. I basically don't remember anything except walking around for what seemed like hours. Everything moved extremely slowly except for me. I couldn't hear anything. As I walked by people, it seemed as though I passed through them. I actually thought I was dreaming and later, even possibly dying. Then I woke up on a curb in some random neighborhood. I became convinced that I passed out and it was the next day but I was still tripping balls so I got scared that I might have gotten brain damage somehow. I have summer school for a subject I failed and today was the first day. However, since I was convinced that it was the next day, I began looking for the school. Immediately after waking up, I was pretty lost and had no sense of direction. I passed out momentarily several more times, "waking up" at different places not really knowing how I got there. In my search for the school, I asked people for directions including some people playing music at the park who I spoke with for a while. I imagine I sounded like a complete retard to most pedestrians I asked for directions but I couldn't actually hear myself speak. I was already coming down when I finally found the school. It was locked and I felt disappointed that I had missed the first day and I was quite worried because I didn't want to take the course I failed for another year. I later asked what time it was and it turned out to be around eight. I headed home, not knowing how to explain the condition I was in or where I had been the whole day and the entire night before. When I came home, it turned out that it was still the same day, July 1st. I had taken the DXM only around 4:00 and as I can remember, I was with the 4chan fags until about 6:00 but the trip seemed like an eternity. It actually seemed like a whole night and then an entire day had passed. My vision didn't clear until around 10:00 and I was lightly buzzed until I went to sleep at around 12:00.

tl;dr

Took too much DXM, can't even remember the peak of the trip, woke up on side walk, walked around some more.

tell me about it


about 20 of us sky high on lsd ans some1 thinks its a good idea to go for a walk witch i was completely against

well not even 10 min goes by on the walk b4 were are all being searched and questioned the guys anyways

cops ask if we were doing any spray painting and i realize i have paint on my hands from earlyer in the day

they didnt see it though

it was just funny afterwords cause they had no idea but everyones pupils are fucking huge while 1 person on oxys are pin pricks

i couldn't imagine being questioned on acid by cops... im sketchy enough as it is around them... i would probably start ranting about the fucking streetlight... ive done that in the middle of the street before at around 2am, it was cold and i for some reason had connected the street lamp in the narnia movie to the one i was looking at, probably because it was so fucking cold outside...

Like, 3rd time ever smoking the ganja, (the 2nd time I got arrested, like fullblown arrested, pinned to a table and shit, cuz I was dressed just like the knifemurderer who was out the same night)

So yeah, me and me friends were getting high.
At my friends place, who was home alone, and he had said that the neighbours might come by and check up on us cuz they know his parents.
And Im walking through the living room and I SWEAR I heard a car honking its horn, and then I see my friend running out on the balcony. And my other friend running down into the basement (he was taking a piss)
So I run as fast as I can down into the basement and hide in a closet.
Then I hear the guy who lives in the house talking to the neighbours upstairs, and Im like SHIIITSHIITSHIITSHIIT!!!
Eventually I sneak out to check what's going on.
And everyone is sitting around the corner watching the news (which I thought was the neighbours) and they're like "umm...where the fuck have you been? whats up with you? why you all hunched over?"
I was like shiiiaat...

I could fill a BOOK with that shit.


I check my bathtub for bodies every time i walk by it.


I see faces in shadows, and when i close my eyes, i see hell trying to push through.

I hear whispering in the walls.
Sad thing is, now that i don't see so many shadows
i sort of miss them.
I want to see them again.
THAT is why i think i have schizophrenia. No other reason.

No you don't, anarcho.

Fuck you, CC. You're a fucking redneck.

And??

Why would I bullshit?
Attention? I don't need attention. If anything, I don't want attention. I just want someone to support me without saying "GO TO A DOCTOR!"

Somebody is filled with teenage angst.

Oh, how original. Fuck you.
You have run out of responses. I am the victor.

It wasn't a battle.

I check my bathtub for bodies every time i walk by it.

I do this and I'm not even a tweaker.

^^^ same.

Have you tripped dxm a good number of times? Maybe you had robitussin with other chemicals besides DXM. I took 600mg one time and had an awesome time. I don't really like taking the syrup it fucks my stomach up too. I've never taken a high dose of syrup like that though.

wait a second.... theres woods in the ghetto?

Well one of the very few times i've tryed diphen I saw a shadow nigger run through the hallway and into the pitch black dark room right next to mine....

and my brother once sat outside of our house for almost the whole day with a video camera taping everyone while tripping verrrrrry hard for a long ass time on a substance I've yet to get out him.

Well one of the very few times i've tryed diphen I saw a shadow nigger run through the hallway and into the pitch black dark room right next to mine....

That was probably a real nigger actually.

tetris-haha good shit. itls always some damn animal in the end.


general-why were a bnch of pissed off coke dealers looking for you?..let me guess....

jamaica-are you from jamaica/queens/ny?

rizzo-noway., are u a jew..jk lol dont be mad

bonner-i had the same experience(yeah i realized im calling you boner...anyway i was blackoued on on xanax ad i also had summer schol, cept my mom calle me on a bus trip and was like why arent u in schhool. i was like mom its asaturday..while it was actually thursday..yep i blacked out for like 6 days...

doodle..same experience cept i was trying to jump out the window to escape then my friend woke up and was like wtf u doing..and i, too was laike..SHIIAT

anarchromaniac-i had a bf who was schizo..so in your support i'd have to say..schzos makes form really interesting people

gankaguru-shadow niggeer?(insert some nig joke about them being..well mad blaack/)

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i had a bf who was schizo..so in your support i'd have to say..schzos makes form really interesting people
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That is the main problem, people think it is "interesting'. Quit the bullshit people, you aren't that special.

conscious cowbady, are you aware of the fact that you did not contribute one meaninngful thing to this thread

[QUOTE=consciouscowboy;10159551]

conscious cowbady, are you aware of the fact that you did not contribute one meaninngful thing to this thread

lol u mak a funni nam

conscious cowbady, are you aware of the fact that you did not contribute one meaninngful thing to this thread

I disagree wholeheartedly. My responses are the only helpful responses that will most likely ever come out of this thread.

"hey dood i see shit and kno stuff other people cant"

"ya me 2, i like see dead people and read minds"

lol leave us psychos alone with our imaginary friends will you

im cool cause i do drugs

Jesus Christ, are you really that pathetic?

this is the trend on bltc, everyone who makes a thread wanting to discuss certain topics will need to brace for the random onslaught of insults that some mpeople obviously with anger/self esteem issues take out
so i will never encourage such immature behavior as to directly respond to such meaninglessness
please just gtfo

this is the trend on bltc, everyone who makes a trend wanting to discuss certain topics will need to brace for the random onslaught of insults that some mpeople obviously with anger/self esteem issues take out
so i will never encourage such immature behavior as to directly respond to such meaninglessness
please just gtfo

So you are admitting that this bullshit about psychosis is a "trend"? Thank you for proving my point. It is a god damn fad. Jump off the bandwagon at any time.

Jump off a bridge at any time.

fixed.

Suddenly, there was a terrible roar all around us, and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, and a voice was screaming, "Holy Jesus. What are these goddamn animals?"

'He'll see them soon enough'.

'He'll see them soon enough'.

"the poor bastard"

hahah, what a great movie.

anyway, when i first started smoking i'd come home after school pretty stoned and my parents wouldn't be home for a couple hours. but i was so paranoid i'd be upstairs not listening to music just in case i wouldn't hear them come in. or i wouldn't open a bag of chips because i might not hear them coming in over the noise of the bag.

once saw my friend being searched my hella cia agents in yellow jackets at night while i was hippie flippin. it turns out he was just rummaging through the back of his car

So you are admitting that this bullshit about psychosis is a "trend"? Thank you for proving my point. It is a god damn fad. Jump off the bandwagon at any time.

Fuck you. i would jump off the fucking schizophrenia "bandwagon" at any fucking time IF I HAD A GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING CHANCE IN HELL, ASSHOLE. YOU FUCKING THINK I CHOSE TO BE SCHIZOPHRENIC?! FUCK NO! YOU THINK I ENJOY HEARING VOICES AND THOUGHTS THAT AREN"T MY OWN?! FUCK no. and FUCK YOU.

p.s. eat shit and die.

Fuck you. i would jump off the fucking schizophrenia "bandwagon" at any fucking time IF I HAD A GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING CHANCE IN HELL, ASSHOLE. YOU FUCKING THINK I CHOSE TO BE SCHIZOPHRENIC?! FUCK NO! YOU THINK I ENJOY HEARING VOICES AND THOUGHTS THAT AREN"T MY OWN?! FUCK no. and FUCK YOU.

p.s. eat shit and die.

He's right- i don't care if this is a battle of egos; i'm sticking to what is actually correct.

Honestly: is it worth dismissing a severe mental illness as a popular fad simply for the purpose of an online flaming sesh?
Especially an assumption as ludicrous as to claim schizophrenia is non existent- i can't believe you :(

Anyway; i believe it truly is something you have to experience yourself-
When i was kicked out of high school and sitting in my room convinced that both my mother was pregnant and she was trying to drug my food, i sure as hell wasn't doing it for "popularity." I rarely had the chance to/would've wanted to socialise in the first place- i never felt the desire.

In all honesty i had it due to the fact that my drug use had exacerbated an underlying mental illness inherited from my dear uncle, but that's beside the point. Schizophrenia is fucking real, and you only understand it's catastrophic effect on your life- (both the physical and mental) after experiencing it yourself. Drug induced or not. You're lucky if you never have to.

Anyway- sticking to such a ridiculous claim won't retain this sense of pride you assume you have established on this forum. Give it up now and save what's left of it.
OR, simply hope this thread gets buried/doesn't become popular.

jamaica-are you from jamaica/queens/ny?


no... never been to any of those places... and i am white if you were wondering...

He's right- i don't care if this is a battle of egos; i'm sticking to what is actually correct.

Honestly: is it worth dismissing a severe mental illness as a popular fad simply for the purpose of an online flaming sesh?
Especially an assumption as ludicrous as to claim schizophrenia is non existent- i can't believe you :(

Anyway; i believe it truly is something you have to experience yourself-
When i was kicked out of high school and sitting in my room convinced that both my mother was pregnant and she was trying to drug my food, i sure as hell wasn't doing it for "popularity." I rarely had the chance to/would've wanted to socialise in the first place- i never felt the desire.

In all honesty i had it due to the fact that my drug use had exacerbated an underlying mental illness inherited from my dear uncle, but that's beside the point. Schizophrenia is fucking real, and you only understand it's catastrophic effect on your life- (both the physical and mental) after experiencing it yourself. Drug induced or not. You're lucky if you never have to.

Anyway- sticking to such a ridiculous claim won't retain this sense of pride you assume you have established on this forum. Give it up now and save what's left of it.
OR, simply hope this thread gets buried/doesn't become popular.

Keep wearing that badge of insanity. I never said it wasn't real. I just know for a fact that most of the people on here that try to appear schizophrenic are not. Personally I don't think you are either. "Demented" huh? You think that sort of thing is cool, right? Also, you said you had it. Schizophrenia doesn't go away buddy, nice try.

Schizophrenia doesn't go away buddy, nice try.

Well they invented this stuff called "antipsychotics" and would you guess what?... they even prescribe them to people

Fucking dumbass. I have an intense hatred for you.

get it back on topic, i need more!

Well they invented this stuff called "antipsychotics" and would you guess what?... they even prescribe them to people

Fucking dumbass. I have an intense hatred for you.

You are hilarious. Antipsychotics don't make schizophrenia go away, it doesn't cure it magically, it treats the symptoms. LMFAO

You need more stories about "crazy people" so you can use them as your own when you are trying to sound schizophrenic and mysterious infront of your friends? Oh ok.

Fuck you. i would jump off the fucking schizophrenia "bandwagon" at any fucking time IF I HAD A GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING CHANCE IN HELL, ASSHOLE. YOU FUCKING THINK I CHOSE TO BE SCHIZOPHRENIC?! FUCK NO! YOU THINK I ENJOY HEARING VOICES AND THOUGHTS THAT AREN"T MY OWN?! FUCK no. and FUCK YOU.

p.s. eat shit and die.

all voices and thoughts are not yr own

we're all schizophrenic

some of us have just done lots of psychedelics :)

we're all schizophrenic

Truest statement in this thread

+1

Started out on a warm summer night with my friends R and Z. We decided to go by a nearby park and take shrooms. R and I took 5 grams (we had tripped at this park before) and Z took 3.5.

For the first couple hours everything was great and then... A voice came out of no were, "Please leave the park, you are out past curfew the police are being called". I felt trapped but I was still in control, the shrooms had not completely taken hold yet. R began to panic and freak, I tried to calm him down but there was nothing I could do. Z had taken off long ago... the shrooms had turned him into some kind of mad anamal incapable of speech or human ideas. R and I proceeded to walk through the orange groves back to my place were we would be safe, when the trip intensified times a thousand.

Lights everywhere, waves and flashes, beams, aztec symbols inside my eyelids.... rushes of fear, paranoia, and euphoria all at once. It hit R and I at the same exact time. We could no longer tell if the lights were the beams from flashlights or hallucinations. We ran as fast as we could completely blinded by the trip, demons lurked in every shadow.

We reached an open field, I had never seen this field in my life... we were lost and the trip still grew stronger. Crop circles began appearing in the field, I tried to focus on our surroundings..... I could see my house from here and... there were cop cars with their lights on in front of my house. R saw to and we ran.

Why were the cops at my house? Did they find my stash? Did Z finally work himself out of his trip and call the cops on us? Was I hallucinating this whole thing? I did not know. I managed to open my cellphone (which I was deathly afraid of) and call my friend C who had us meat him on the nearest main road. We smoked a bowl with him and that helped a lot... then... after a couple of hours waiting in his car... the trip ended.

I went home and decided I had to face the music... the cops were no longer there. I climbed through my window, got in bed, and went to sleep.

I realized the next day that, the whole thing, was nothing but a hallucination that both me and R and mysteriously shared. There was no intercom saying the cops were being called (I realized then I was the only one who heard it and R convinced I heard it, also heard it), no cops with flashlights in the orange groves, no cops at my house. None of it happened. We ran from nothing the whole night.

C thought it was hilarious.

Z had taken off long ago... the shrooms had turned him into some kind of mad anamal incapable of speech or human ideas.

LMAO very well put.

LMAO very well put.

As soon as he started to trip he got on all fours and rolled around in the dirt and ripped up bushes and started to act crazy. he couldn't even stand up or form complete sentences.

We didn't know wtf was wrong w/ him. He still isn't quite the same even today and refuses to talk about what happened :D

It was a couple years ago, and I was a freshmen in high school. I had just gotten my hands on my friends full script of 20mg or 30mg adderall for $20 (sweet deal, right? I calculated that each pill cost me a little under 50 cents).

I was on 240mg+ of amphetamine that day at school. Needless to say, I was JUST A BIT paranoid. I could hear the APs radios all around me at lunch, so I decided to go into the bathroom and stay there until the coast was clear.

I can't explain what happened next, but it is definately the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me on a drug. I have never had an auditory hallucination since then.

I thought I was going to get caught, so I locked myself in the bathroom and tried to change my appearance as much as I could. I heard non-existant people having conversations with each other about how fucked I was. I flushed all the pills I had down the toilet, and I thought a man in an orange suit came and tested the water in the toilets around me for the presence of amphetamines. I heard people come into the stalls next to me and open bottles of soda and pour them into the toilet so it seemed like they were taking a piss, and so they could spy on me. I even heard an angry mob of parents outside that was furiated that I would take drugs at a school that their children went to. After 4 hours of complete hallucinations and extreme paranoia, I promised to never touch another drug as long as I lived, and stepped out of the bathroom into what I thought were 2 cops (one male one female, I heard them talk about their college days and how they used to be stoners), my mom, a few APs, and an angry mob.

Nobody was out there.

So I walked to my next class, and that was that.

I didn't keep my promise.

^ post certainly made my night

I don't even care if thats true or not.. Nice post!

Psychosis and Paranoia are not a fun little game. Piss off...

it is afterwards when you can look back and rofl

it is afterwards when you can look back and rofl

Yeah which was the point of this thread in the 1st place.

arrow2brain yeah i always get the same paranoisa too, of people criticizing my drugn use and angry cops n parents etc and they would be as realizitic as they come..and even now it's a HUGE reason to keept me away from coke...sigh
lmao@ people pouring soda haha..for some reason our warped reasoning all made sense to us at the time..

I don't even care if thats true or not.. Nice post!

Unfortunately, it was.

And actually I lied about never having an auditory hallucination since then, because a few weeks later I heard the same 'angry mob' outside my gym class while on a shit load of methylphenidate.

Ooo! Ooo! I remember another crazy hallucination-plus-paranoia-on-uppers-story. It was freshmen year again (I was dumb :(), and I was on a massive dose of adderall or ritalin (I can't remember which) in gym class. We were playing some gay version of soccer where you use your hands and feet, and I SUCKED BALLS at it. I thought I would be so much better because of the uppers, but I took too much and my body wouldn't work the way it should. It was pretty obvious that I was on something because of my choppy movement and perfuse sweating, and I could hear alot of the people around me saying I was on acid. I thought I heard a drug dog outside in the halls, so I asked the teacher if I could put my ipod back into my backpack. I went to my backpack and put my pipe and weed behind some bookshelf in the same area (because my gym shorts didn't have pockets) and went back into the gym.

I saw a cop walk into the gym with what I thought was my backpack, so I flipped shit and hid behind the stadium stands (I don't know if he was a figment of my imagination or he was real, but it wasn't really my backpack that he had I found out). Some people came into the gym and brought in a huge box with a bed sheet over it and sat next to it. As I came closer to it, I heard growling and saw the most evil red eyes pertruding from a part of the box where it wasn't covered by the sheet. The only logical explanation at the time was that it was a drug dog in a cage, and they were WATCHING ME. Everybody seemed to be looking at me (they probably were, I looked freaked the fuck out), and I kept seeing cops come in and whisper to the people next to the caged dog and then look at me.

After class, I went to get my backpack (it was unmoved), and went behind the bookshelf where I hid my weed and pipe and they were GONE. :( I also found out that the 'drug dog in a cage' was actually just just some sort of table with a sheet on it where some officials would sit for a basketball game that was happening after class.

And THAT, my friends, is why I hate uppers.

arrow2brain yeah i always get the same paranoisa too, of people criticizing my drugn use and angry cops n parents etc and they would be as realizitic as they come..

Yeah, these things seemed completely 100% real and logical at the time.. All your senses would team up and convince you that you're about to get fucked... except for smells. Never had an olfactory hallucination.

that sucks you lost your pipe

I know. But at least I made some janitor very happy! Its a widely-believed myth that our janitors had weed growing on the top of the school because every time you go outside you'd get a nice whiff of dank.. it was actually just some similiar smelling plant they had growing everywhere. It made it easy to chief pretty much anywhere.

I know. But at least I made some janitor very happy! Its a widely-believed myth that our janitors had weed growing on the top of the school because every time you go outside you'd get a nice whiff of dank.. it was actually just some similiar smelling plant they had growing everywhere. It made it easy to chief pretty much anywhere.

What brain dead infant would believe that janitors grow weed ontop of a school?

What brain dead infant would believe that janitors grow weed ontop of a school?

Everybody know's they grow it in the storage rooms under the school.

Everybody know's they grow it in the storage rooms under the school.

You are slipping, where is the ":)"

haha arrow2brain you are what this thread is all about!!

yeah due to paranoia ive hiden o many drugs in UNTHINAKBLE places that ive lost mad shit

after i moved out..my friedn said a bag of dope fell out the toilet paper..haha

and i used to see red dots in trees and think it was the pos taping us.....or shadows in trees

Lol, a couple of weeks ago i was patrolling my house on a bunch of aderal sure that someone was in there. I had a samurai sword and i was looking behind doors and under beds. And then the friend that was chilling with me left and i thought that he had been kidnapped.
I was cal ling everyone i knew and i was trying to get a rescue team to save him.

What brain dead infant would believe that janitors grow weed ontop of a school?

I agree. It was a really lame joke that people kept thinking up, thinking that they were original.

Not a story about me but a friend of mine was in the Dominican and when he blacks out drunk, there is no convincing him that people aren't trying to kill him. He just goes into rage animalistic paranoid ownage.

Basically, he was pulled into the hospital for being really drunk and that's when shit hit the fan. They were all yelling at him in a language he didn't know and he had no idea what they were doing, and him being in another country probly disoriented him more. They eventually got him into a bed where he grabbed a crutch and smashed this doctor in the face with it breaking the docs glasses. He then proceeded to strangle his mother thinking SHE was trying to kill him as well. I don't remember how they calmed him down or got him under control but now he's a recovered alcoholic and has a nice relationship with his mom. As long as she doesn't see him near alcohol.

OH! and for me, it's incomprehensible why a carbon monoxide detector goes off when you're on mushrooms. Or at least it's next to impossible to figure out whether or not you should hold reset and trust that you're not dying from CO, or if you should get out of the house. It takes some time sitting there in the possibly deadly room to figure out what you should do. So long, that I probly would have been dead had it been a real emergency and not a shroomed out, kicked the thing halfway out of the power outlet and pissed it off.