..and the drug talk continues! I'm fine with that!
I got cocky w/ the cut at the methadone clinic so she cut me 77 mgs to zero in a month. Proceeded to get dope sick before zero, Franky says relapse and next thing you know you sold your mopeds and yer pedaling ass. Or, you know on suboxin, off da slime as kobrakai would say before giving a burst mouth. I am grateful to be past sickness and be able to work my bees in the am but I'm looking forward to putting subs behind me too.
Good job, sir! Keep on working, buddy! Them drugs aint got shit on you, give them a burst mouth!
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A candy store. You'd think it would be easy, but the damn colors kept me there for an hour. Difficulty: Normal.
geez, i remember the grocery store being like a stoner trap when i was super young and just started smoking weed. you go to grab a tomato and the next thing you know you're picking them all up to see if you can find any cool hidden patterns on them. if thats what happened to me on weed, i dont even know how id handle acid.
Yes, it was pretty insane. Short summary: I got fucked up and went to the candy store with a fellow tripper and our babysitter (the somewhat sober guy). I underestemated the stimuli; strange "happy" music, too many colors to mentions and my laughing fellow tripper. What made things worse is that I had to function and act sober because there were kids running around. I tried my best to make up my mind, pick some fucking candy, pay for it and get the fuck out. It did not work very well.
The fucking store appeared to be gigantic, until I realized that there were mirrors along the walls, the actual store was only half of what I thought it was. As soon as I understood that, I burst into a crazy laughing mania, as did my fellow tripper. Then it hit me, I had no idea how long I have been there, could have been a minute, could have been six hours! At this point I could not hold the tears (not of joy, but of sadness) back any longer, took my bag of candy and went towards the cashier. I had to get out! With tears running down my skinny cheeks, I payed for my candy and in the most psychotic manner possible, said "Thank you, have a nice day!" to the shocked female clerk and got out.
When we came back home, I realized that I had purchased 2.5 pounds of candy and did not want any of it.