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Who wants to know what fucked up shit happened to me?
Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 12:28 am
by wsas3
WHO?!?!?!?

EDIT: For people who don't want to read the word throw up of mine go to the second page of the thread to read the condensed version.

Re: Who wants to know what fucked up shit happened to me?
Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 12:37 am
by nieh
me!

Re: Who wants to know what fucked up shit happened to me?
Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 12:45 am
by wsas3
Alright this may spark many tl;dr's amongst everyone so be prepared ya'll!
Re: Who wants to know what fucked up shit happened to me?
Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 12:53 am
by D.o.S.
my interest has already waned.
Re: Who wants to know what fucked up shit happened to me?
Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 1:09 am
by wsas3
So I'm 17 going into my senior year of high school and an associate of mine has been pestering me to hang out. He would say I'm his friend but I choose friends wisely and all he does is brag about all the drugs he does and he's just a generally ignorant guy. Finally I cave in and tell him I'll chill with him, and he's like 'aw cool man come on over anytime.' So I head over at around 7:30 or so, it's only about a 10 minute walk. I'm mainly excited because he can smoke cigs in his house because his mom does so I'm pretty happy about that. I walk in and light a cig, we walk to his room, and his friend is in there shooting heroine. This threw me off, so I just smirk and I'm like "uuhhhh" And this kid who I went to see, Rob, says "Nah man it's good you want some?" Of course I say no, I've had my time with drugs (had some pretty bad experiences with other heavy shit) so I refuse. He sits down and starts smoking weed, not that I have beef with that at all, but I'm just saying. I sit down and chain smoke like crazy, anxious about the situation I'm in. His house is a junky haven ,no joke. No fuckin furniture, just shit (literally and figuratively) strewn across the floors. Then these two other kids, boyfriend and girrlfriend innocent albeit stupid kids who did nothing but smoke some weed at my school come by the house. I don't like them a whole lot but it's not my house so ya know, they're there. They run up the steps and start screaming at the top of their lungs that they got ten caps. When I actually see them I'm thinking "holy fucking shit" They're wasted off their asses and they drove the car over here. They throw the H on the bed and the four of them just start preparing needles and shit like hound dogs. This is starting to freak me out and his mom burst into the room and starts screaming about what she heard the kids say and im thinking "damn straight, how could they do this shit in his moms house?" and then she screams that those caps were for her and she start beating the shit out of this kid. at this point im thinking this is some nightmare. he takes the beating for a bit but then starts wailing on her, just punches her over and over, his own mother. and he starts screaming" ITS MY CONNECT SO ITS MY HEROINE BITCH." And im sitting there smoking and drinking a beer, not knowing what to fucking do. She cries and leaves the house, walking down the street for god knows what reason. Then they prepare it, boil the spoon and sucking it up and whatnot ( i was trying not to look) and they all shoot up and are smacked off their asses, even more so now. then i look at the girl for a moment, and somehow she snaps out of her drug induced semi-coma and lifts a needle and hold it to my neck saying. "YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN US/ SHOOT UP SOME H, NOW!! OR I'LL KILL YOU." ANd I just stare at her for a good 20 seconds until her boyfriend yanks her arm and smacks her hard across the face and says "sorry bro, she's just high haha" shrugging it off like nothing. I murmur "It's cool" out of sheer horror and she puts her hand down his pants and says "I want to fuck." Then they actually start fucking, straight up, not even covers over them. With me and two other guys in there. I'm about to laugh/ cry when the kid I was there for says "let's go get some cigs" because they were heckling me for some and trust me, being the only kid in high school who really need cigs and always has them on hand, you learn pretty quickly not to give them away like candy. They roll out of bed, mid-fuck, and say yeah. Now I'm terrified becuase I have to get in a car with a driver who's high as fuck. So we start driving down the road and this guy doses off while he's fucking driving and everyone goes apeshit and he drifts this shit like crazy and smashes into another car. By then I was nearly shitting myself so I say "I think i'm gonna be sick and I get out the car and stick my finger down my throat to throw up. ( I know its stupid, but i was scared as fuck and it was the only thing i could think of.) Then they ask if they should take me home (i dont think they even realize/care that they crashed the car into another car) and I say nah I get car sickness so I think I'll walk. The girlfriend tries to kiss me buy I shove her off and then she laughs and walks off. And that's it. I walked home and played resident evil 4 to sooth my pains.
Re: Who wants to know what fucked up shit happened to me?
Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 1:09 am
by wsas3
Good luck getting through that hombres
Re: Who wants to know what fucked up shit happened to me?
Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 1:17 am
by Mudfuzz
Do to the lack of paragraphs in the wall of text before him mudfuzz was unable to keep interest and gave up in horror....
Re: Who wants to know what fucked up shit happened to me?
Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 1:17 am
by psychedelicrelic
damn. thats bananas, son.
Re: Who wants to know what fucked up shit happened to me?
Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 1:17 am
by Fuzzy Picklez
wut
Re: Who wants to know what fucked up shit happened to me?
Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 1:18 am
by Joe Gress
Drugs are bad with shitty people around m'kay?
And good choice going home and walking away. Don't like that kinda crowd? Find some new friends man.
I would have reported them all.
Re: Who wants to know what fucked up shit happened to me?
Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 1:19 am
by wsas3
Mudfuzz wrote:Do to the lack of paragraphs in the wall of text before him mudfuzz was unable to keep interest and gave up in horror....
sorry im just too lazy to write it decently

Re: Who wants to know what fucked up shit happened to me?
Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 1:21 am
by wsas3
Joe Gress wrote:Drugs are bad with shitty people around m'kay?
And good choice going home and walking away. Don't like that kinda crowd? Find some new friends man.
I would have reported them all.
Yeah I know. I have a few good friends though, but I'm a pretty well liked guy so I have to go see people i'm not entirely cool with every now and then

Re: Who wants to know what fucked up shit happened to me?
Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 1:23 am
by Joe Gress
wsas3 wrote:Yeah I know. I have a few good friends though, but I'm a pretty well liked guy so I have to go see people i'm not entirely cool with every now and then

Some people sadly aren't worth it man. I found this the hard way. Keep the good ones and try (but don't get dragged down yourself) to help the others. Otherwise darwin will get em.
Re: Who wants to know what fucked up shit happened to me?
Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 1:33 am
by wsas3
Joe Gress wrote:wsas3 wrote:Yeah I know. I have a few good friends though, but I'm a pretty well liked guy so I have to go see people i'm not entirely cool with every now and then

Some people sadly aren't worth it man. I found this the hard way. Keep the good ones and try (but don't get dragged down yourself) to help the others. Otherwise darwin will get em.
Yeah I don't think I'll be seeing this guy anytime soon
Re: Who wants to know what fucked up shit happened to me?
Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 1:35 am
by dubkitty
as a general rule, when you walk in to a house and someone's shooting drugs it's a good idea to leave. nothing good is likely to happen from that point on. the creepy thing is, that story is actually pretty low on the list of possible worst-case scenarios. fuckin' hell. it's about half a miracle you aren't in prison right now...if you get popped with a bunch of people with drugs and they lie, you could take the fall for the shit, and you know what that means. helloooooooooooo, Rikers. and it's not like these folks were exactly subtle or anything. count your blessings carefully.