Blackout stories

[Bendroid]

One time years ago, my friends came over for a night. We had drank a few beers and smoked some herbs and were laughing having a good time when my friend pulled out a bag of about 30 or 40 teddy grahams. They were drizzled in x@n@x and so we each took one or two to kinda chill out. Well, the night went on we played some poker and got into the rest of the beers had the music goin and we hadn't noticed that we were snacking on those damn little bear cookies like they were munchy foods and before we knew it we were laughing a bit too much and rolling around on the floor. Well the last thing I remember was my friend giving me the crumbles at the bottom of the bag and I swallowed all of them...all of us saying I love you bro a million times and then black.

Next morning I wake up in my bed and my roommate is knocking on my bedroom door. She comes in looking furious as hell's inferno and tells me to get up. I come out and ask her what happened. She told me that the cops showed up because my dumbass friends left at 3 in the morning and pulled the fire alarm to my apartment building. Woke everybody up and they all had to evacuate the building. The cops came into my place and asked me if I had a party and all I could say was I think so. And they left me alone. My roommates had to deal with the mess cause I was too wasted. This was what my roomate had told me and I looked at her in shock I didnt even hear the alarm or remember the cop talking to me or anything.

People had warned me about mixing alcohol and Benz but I guess I needed to experience a situation before I believed them at the time. This was years ago but I learned how the blackouts from x@n@x and drinking are no joke. My roommates moved out at the end of the month and I had a huge HOA fee. Luckily the pipe that was left on the floor was hidden quickly by my roommate upon police arrival or I would have had a lot more trouble.

When it comes to me taking a beNzoh, there is a fine line between just taking 1 or 2 and taking 30. Drinking should never be mixed but to each his own. I thought this story could shed some light on how easy it is to get carried sweetly away but have to deal with terrible consequences later. Also wanted to share an experience I remembered from years ago.

Anyone else have a blackout story they want to share? Funny or not so funny?

 

[chilly willy]

This summer, i wqs out with some friends celebrating one of their birthdays. It was a good day and i start dropping everybody off at home. Im riding down a main street in my town at midnight, about to drop off my last friend who lives a block or two from my house. He notices that a coo that we saw at the intersection flipped a bitch and started following me. I was driving perfect, but he kept following me. As soon as i turn onto my friends street, i see the red nd blue lights. I have a dab rig, 2 grams of wax, 6 x@n@x bars in a bag, and my unregistered pistol. My friend told me to put the pills between my seat but i knew that would do me no good, i also knew he wasnt going to take any of the pills. So i swallow all of them in the bag and take a fat swig of my water. At this point, i know that im going to jail.as soon as i drink my water, the cop shines his spot light at us and yells on the intercom, "put your hands outside the window!" He comes up and tells me that hes responding to a shooting and my vehicle fits the description. He tells me to step out and pats me down. He finds the gun and i wasnt going to fight him because i thought to myself, "fuck it, its only 1 year." He puts me in cuffs, does the gunpowder test on my hands and takes pictures of me and my gun to put me on blast on social media(our pd is dirty) and puts me in the back of the car. At this point i was abnormally calm, considering the situation. I said to myself,"im in for one hell of a ride!" It was clear that i wasnt the shooter and on the way to the jail, the officer twlls me that he is charging me with a misdemeanor possession of a loaded gun. Words cant explain how relieved i felt. They take me to the jail, book me, finger print me, write me a ticket and let me go. Lost my gun but at least im free. I walk from the jail back to where i got pulled over, hoping my car didnt get towed. On the way there, i notice that my phone wasnt in my bag of possessions. I get to the spot and luckily my car is thwre with my dabbing rig and my wax. I take a phatazz dab and drive home, slightly annoyed because i cant find my brand new phone. I get home and sleep.

The next morning i wake up to my grandfather yelling and his wife asking him if im ok. Im confused so i throw on some clothes and go into the hallway to see what tje comotion is about. And my grandpa is on the phone with sum1 telling them to come get me. At the time i didnt fully comprehend the fact that my grandpa wanted me out of the house so i went back in my room and got on instagram. My mkm calls and tells me that her friend is gonna pick me up. I pretty much tell her ok whatever, not fully understanding whats going. Her friend pulls up and i hop in then we head to her house. I goto the back yard into this garage where her husband smokes. I say wassup and get to talking about how sick his fab rig is. It was a lil blue silicone one and i asked him if i can take a dab. He pretty much told me no, so i told him that i was gonna walk to my friends house. Im walkin across town hella feelin myself and as soon as i get to my friends house, my mom pulls up. I swear to god i thought she had godly powers lolol. I ask her, "how did u find me?" She replies, "im ur mom, i always know where your at" i had the look on my face like she had revealed a shocking revelation. Then i aks her where my phone is. She tells me that its at the jail, so i yell to my friend across the parking lot if he wants to go to jail with me. And, as expected he pretty much ran from me lol. She tells me that im moving out and into another city. I had to pack all my shit and hit the road 2 days before my graduation. I was dumbfounded to say the least. But the xanax really made it to where i didnt care about shit. We proc3eded out of town where i continued to be fucked up for another day. 

 

[2earls]

@chilly willy that's a helluva story and what a crazy coincidence that the cops just happen to be looking for a shooter and you have a gun. Thank goodness you didn't give them a hard time. I think how you treat them has a lot to do with how they treat you, at least judging from all the scrapes I've gotten out of. Yes sir, I'm sorry sir, you are right sir...that's what they want to hear.

 

[chilly willy]

@2earls yeah, the people who were shooting that night really screwed me over. My gun was beautiful! D.a. hasnt filed charges yet. But to think that if i didnt swallow the tabs, i would probably be in jail or prison right now. Crazy...

 

[chilly willy]

Brunch. I fucked up pretty hard this time. I got a Pac from my dude, and realized that there were about 50 bars that I've never seen b4. I had to see if they were the real deal, so I popped 1. I was starting to feel less stressed as I rapped sum lyrics in my head, as well as countin. I was bout to go meet up with my homie, with my other homie beside me, who I gave 1 to as well so he can see wassup. We were helping loud as fuck as we cruised thru the city. Then we were pulling up to an intersection, when I stopped a lil  too l8 and rear ended them. I got out the car and asked "is everything good?" He took a good look at the rear of his car and looked at me. He said, "everything's good." "Good lookin out" I said as i dapped him up. That's when I realized I was too barred out to get to my destination. So I stopped in the middle of the street nd looked at my homie nd said, "take the wheel bro!" So we quickly got out and switch positions. I was feeling coo about the whole thing, I usually let none of my friends drive my shit. Then we pull up to a stop sign and he fuckin rear ends this old lady. I said "wtf bro!!" He's like, "bruh it looked more far away than it was." We both get out the car, blocking traffic mind you. We both say "is everything good?" She looks and smiles, then says, "everything's alright" I said"thank you, ma'am. Then we get to our destination to meet my other homie. He gets in and says he needs sumthin from my spot. So I told them to wait there while I go get what I need. Everything was cool as fuck. Riding solo, bumping loud ass music. I gethome, get what i need, then hit the road. Evrything was swell. I was boutta smoke a blunt nd enjoy my crucial azz buzz. Then i blink for a second and i fucking hit the curb hard as fuck and smack 2 poles and uprooted a tree.then i hit the gas tryna getthe fuck out of there. But i wasnt moving. So i grab my hat, that got knocked off my head and onto the passenger seat by the airbags, put it on my head and got out to look at the scene. A dude pulls up and says, " are you alright?" I told him i was good. He asked if i wanted him to call the ambulance nd i declined and walked towards this dude that was tryna talk to me. He said "are u drunk?" I said nah bruh. The he says," pills?" And for sum reason i thought he was tryna buy sum pills so i said, "yeah bruh i got sum opiods" then he noticed that hella people were on their phones and he said,"fuck, nigga. Im on probation, i need to get the fuck out of here." Then he dips. I continue to walk around the scene, not knowing what to do. Then i get spooked by sum1 who walked up behind me. I turn around and its a fuckin cop! He asks if im alright nd i tell him nah i fucked up my shit. He was more worried about injuries but i merely got 2 scratches on my hand. He asks if ive been drinking, i tell him nah. He asks if ive been smoking, i say, "nah bruh i was about to go smoke tho." He calls a tow for me and the tow driver tried to charge me 250 to tow a few blocks. I was like, "fuuuuuck, 250? Fuuuuck." Somehow we agreed that i could pay him. 60 and everything will be str8. I get the fuck out of there and the driver told me to sell my engine piece by piece to get the most money. That was a stupid azz setback. Luckily i had been saving for a while so i was a le to buy a new whip within a few days. Now i have to rebuild my bankaccounts. Buying a car is such a fuckin hassle. Thats the leaxt of my worries tho. I couldve died, i couldve killed sum1 and went in for manslaughter, at the very least i couldve got a dui. Which is a blessing that i didnt. The next morning i get everything of value out of my car and realize their is a bag of xanniez in the center console. If they searched my shit, i wouldve went to jail. Dont use and drive!!

 

[Nitetrain]

Thanksgiving break during high school. My friends parents are leaving town. Partytime. 15-20 rattle-trap cars & motorcycles parked in the street, lawn, side yard....you remember!?  Music  cranked up shakin the walls loose, kegs,  bottles, hash oil in foil, baggies full of  weed, multi-colored who knows what's it pills, little hits of acid laying around. A firetruck screams down the street. My friend  Paul asked "What's that?" "Just a firetruck going down the road.", I tell him. "Cool", he mumbled back.

The thought never crossed my mind to announce it's okay no worries.

Becky, I'll call her that because that's here name....was tripping, among other things, and thought the cops were coming to bust us...of course. She decided to save us and get, " ridda everything!" She's not even Catholic. Acid. Whatcha gonna do?

Now, understand none of us knew what tripping Becky was up to. Someone  yelled,  "'The fu*king bags of weed are gone". So  out of the bathroom comes Jack saying there's a bunch of baggies swirling in the toilet and a half sunken bong. Buzz kill. Everyone scrambles looking for their shit and from the 3rd floor we hear half-laughing half-crying. So a train of people kinda slide up the stairwell single file and we find Tripping Becking staring in the mirror kinda whimper- giggling saying, "I don't look like myself"!!!

Do not EVER get a new hair cut and different glasses the day you drop acid!  

Beside her was a giant garbage bag full of most everthing that could possibly incriminate us if the Cops HAD shown up. Fortunately she was too obsessed with her new look to flush the rest of  the goodies she'd collected.

This is not MY blackout story but when Becky woke up on the pool table she didn't remember ANYTHING!  Maybe it's best! I love Becky, she's still a good friend....I still haven't told her ALL of it.