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I have a very low opiate tolerance, so usually I can take a few vicodin and have a damn good time. Well it occured to a few friends of mine that we should do some Oxy which, we could get for free, so that our buddy could finally get something out of the opiate experience.
My buddy has an insane natural tolerance. He can drink all night, and snort codeine and hydrocodone like it's nothin, and feel absolutely nothing from it all.
After drink a few sparks, and a a few beers, we went to pick up the oxy, and smoke out with the middle aged lady who hooked us up.
From the moment we got there my friend whom knew the old bag kept trying to tell me that this woman was a good fuck, and that I should rail the life out of her. "you should fuck her for all the free drugs you could score!"
We all hung out, smoking and bs'n, after 30 minutes or so of chattin we split an 80 into 3rd's and chewed 'em up. Kept drinking and smoking, I noticed after about 45 minutes that my hands had gone completely numb, and I was now sitting on them, trying to get some feeling back.
I started to get light headed, and visually disturbed, the sort of static vision that clouds your sight after a good knock to the head, or a serious wound. For a long while I fought the urge to vomit all over everything, and finally, at the peak of the experience, I went completely blind.
It's hard to say how long it lasted, I could hear the conversation around me, and my friend goin, "man, he is fucked up!"
Shortly after my vision came back I began talking again, semi-coherently. The old woman came over to me and asked me how I was doing. Sat down on my lap, told me I was pretty cute. I was really not liking where this was going. At all.
The buddy with the insane tolerance was still sober, or at least much more sober than I, since he doesn't smoke weed, and hadn't been drinking as much as my other friend and I. He catches on to my discomfort, and tells the lady we got to go, that we need to meet up with some people at the pub. At first my other friend is like, "fuck that, she can come too, we're all old enough", then I told 'em we had to meet up with my pop later and needed to chat him up about some private business. All the while this lady is running her fingers through my hair, talking to another (drunk, female) friend of mine about how bad she needs a good lay. Some debating goes on between my two high friends and the old woman gets up off my lap.
FINALLY, after a few fucking hours of dodging sex with some old lady under extremely disturbing circumstances, we got the fuck out of there.
We spent the rest of the night wandering around town high as fucking hell. When I got up the next day, I was still pretty high, albeit; very happy my penis had remained unmolestered.
A long while before that, I took 4 somas and got drunk as shit with a friend of mine after his girlfriend cheated on him.
I was comatose for a most of the night, his roommate thought I was dead, and refused to move my body off the couch.
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