Halloween 2002, I ate a whole bottle of dremamine (motion sickness pills), I tried to tell a story to my homie, he said "what?" then he told me something and i said "what?",, after about an hour of this I got pissed and left, miseed the turn to go home and was like, whatever. I just kept driving, then I began carrying on conversations with my friends I thought were in the car, just to turn around and see that nobody was there, it was errie... ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere, got out of the car, walked a mile with a gas can in my hand,(with no money mind you) saw no civilization, no wallmart, no gas stations nothing, just houses, so i turned around and went back to my car. Herd a dog barking, it felt familiar, I thought it was my dog, so I began wondering through yards looking for my house (many miles away from home) came upon a house with a breeseway, thought there was a phone inside because it looked like my homeboys house which had a phone inside his breeseway, so i opened the door(3 am) an alarm went off and I just stood there, an old lady came to the window and said "get out of here". Me, an innocent well rounded person asked her "do you think im gonna hurt you?" she must have freaked, her husband came out with a flashlight and was like "get in your car!" I was trippin so i was like allright, sat in my car, then in the rearview mirror I see 2 cop cars rolling up with there lights on. "Get out of the car with you hands in the air" guns drawn and all that. they pat me down and ask "what are you doing out here?" I replied, "I'm lost" they ask me again, I reply "I'm looking for my dog" they ask again, and I say, "I ran out of gas" the're like, "you just gave me 3 answers to the same question, are you on drugs?" I looked em right in the eyes and said "officer I don't do drugs" and they bought it. (luckally trippin I accidently left my weed and everything at my homeboys) so they take me to the station and assume I'm mentally handicapped, my grandma picked me up and took me home. Many more details i could have added, but thats basically what happened. 1 of about 5 out of hundreds,, bad trips that is.
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Halloween 2002, I ate a whole bottle of dremamine (motion sickness pills), I tried to tell a story to my homie, he said "what?" then he told me something and i said "what?",, after about an hour of this I got pissed and left, miseed the turn to go home and was like, whatever. I just kept driving, then I began carrying on conversations with my friends I thought were in the car, just to turn around and see that nobody was there, it was errie... ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere, got out of the car, walked a mile with a gas can in my hand,(with no money mind you) saw no civilization, no wallmart, no gas stations nothing, just houses, so i turned around and went back to my car. Herd a dog barking, it felt familiar, I thought it was my dog, so I began wondering through yards looking for my house (many miles away from home) came upon a house with a breeseway, thought there was a phone inside because it looked like my homeboys house which had a phone inside his breeseway, so i opened the door(3 am) an alarm went off and I just stood there, an old lady came to the window and said "get out of here". Me, an innocent well rounded person asked her "do you think im gonna hurt you?" she must have freaked, her husband came out with a flashlight and was like "get in your car!" I was trippin so i was like allright, sat in my car, then in the rearview mirror I see 2 cop cars rolling up with there lights on. "Get out of the car with you hands in the air" guns drawn and all that. they pat me down and ask "what are you doing out here?" I replied, "I'm lost" they ask me again, I reply "I'm looking for my dog" they ask again, and I say, "I ran out of gas" the're like, "you just gave me 3 answers to the same question, are you on drugs?" I looked em right in the eyes and said "officer I don't do drugs" and they bought it. (luckally trippin I accidently left my weed and everything at my homeboys) so they take me to the station and assume I'm mentally handicapped, my grandma picked me up and took me home. Many more details i could have added, but thats basically what happened. 1 of about 5 out of hundreds,, bad trips that is.