Well Sup Forums, here goes. Probably the second worst night of my life, so far...

Well Sup Forums, here goes. Probably the second worst night of my life, so far. Maybe the worst but I have trouble deciding when I really think about it because they both came down to "I almost fucking died."

Anyway

>Be a 22 year old male
>NEET
>Party a lot
>In a strange limbo where I haven't been employed for a month or two, haven't partied either
>In a group chat with a few friends on FB
>Austistic girl I used to fuck around with and her autistic fiance is looking for acid
>Make a few calls for them
>Drugs found
>Third friend finds his way into hangout
>They pick me up
>We go to the dealer
>Took $40 out of the ATM
>Autistic fiance hands me $60
>Get some acid and 40mg of DMT for myself.
>Dealer hands me the money back
>$5
>I fucked up the math, was supposed to give $10 back to the couple
>Not sure how to tell them
>Decide to tell them later when we're all tripping and it doesn't really matter
>We get back to autistic couples apartment
>The three of us take two
>Third friend takes one
>Place DMT in my wallet
>Watch a few youtube videos
>Feeling alright
>We start watching Wreck-It Ralph
>Don't know about the others, but it's my first time watching it
>Then Ralph enters Hero's Duty
>As soon as the soldiers charged the Cy-bugs we all start freaking out
>Still can't watch that scene without feeling a little uncomfortable
>We turn off wreck-it ralph and try to put on some music instead
>Neither me, or the autistic couple can think of anything
>Third friend takes the wheel
>Good time to mention the third friend has a lot of issues with depression and suicidal thoughts.
>Basically an emo kid without the all black attire and shitty hairdoo
>Puts on some Tool
>CHANGE IT
>Evanescence?
>THIS ISN'T WORKING EITHER
>My Chemical Romance
>NOPE
>Can't remember what else. Just that every song was making things worse.
>Take the keyboard from him
> Eve 6 - Inside Out
>Finally something we can tolerate
>Cont.

Kill yourself

>None of us are sure what to do
>We have about one bowls worth of weed with us
>We were saving it for the come down, but emo friend proposes we smoke it to calm down
>I express I don't think that's a good idea, but I want to because I don't know what else to do
>Fiance doesn't think it's a good idea either, but he wants to because he doesn't know what to do either
>Emo friend agrees this is probably not a good idea, but he doesn't know what else to do
>We're standing in a circle around this bowl for what felt like 30 minutes repeating how none of us think we should, but we all want to
>Except none of us are realizing we're repeating the same conversation
>Finally notice the loop
>Notice it happen again
>Holy fuck I can't take this anymore
>Sparkup.jpg
>We pass it around a couple of times
>Me and emo friend finally calm down a bit
>Fiance just gets quiet
>Autistic girl is now complaining about how badly she wants to take a bath or a shower
>Wait, why can't sh-
>There is no running water
>No food either
>All of us are too afraid to leave
>Can't use the bathroom or eat
>Realizing how badly I fucked up
>Freaking out again
>The most experienced with this drug amungst the group
>Autistic couple keeps asking me what to do because they're still freaking out
>Haven't the heart to explain to them that there's nothing we can do, this trip was fucked from the start
>Start staring at the tiles in the kitchen
>Calms me down quite a bit
>Not saying anything now
>Emo friend has plugged in his headphones joins me in simply phazing out
>Fiance finally announces he's calling his cousin to come over
>Okay, there's a sober person on their way. I guess I can try to calm them down in the meantime.
>Girl keeps complaining she can't take a shower
>Keep reminding her she needs to just relax and wait for the sober person.
>We just gotta wait it out
>Just gotta wait.
>We just gotta-
>mfw we're in another loop where she's complaining and I just keep repeating that we need to wait.

>Cousin arrives
>He's actually just what we needed
>Super cool guy
>Puts on a relaxing YouTube playlist
>He sits down on the couch next to me
>Asks me what's up
>Give him my side of the story
>He asks where the couple went
>Realize they went into their room
>Explain they're either fucking or fighting
>Pulls out a blunt and we start smoking
>Emo friend emerges from the kitchen and joins us
>Finally everything is calm
>Just listening to some sublime and smoking a blunt
>Couple comes back into the room
>Cousin puts on 'Fugget About It'
>Don't care for it
>Let girl and her fiance take the couch while I lay on the floor
>Mesmerized by paint lines on the ceiling doing some cool shit
>An unkown passage of time happens
>Everyone has been talking
>Notice the cousin point to me and ask, "So what's his deal?"
>Too phased out to really pay attention to what anyone says after that
>Notice the cousin nod his head and say "I see, I see..."
>There's something weird about the way he said that
>He was being happy and chill
>That wasn't happy and chill
>That was... different.
>Feeling uncomfortable
>Ask the cousin if he can take me home
>He asks if I have any money
>Remember all I have is the $5 I need to give back
>Can't offer that
>Offer him the DMT
>He's not interested
>Offer gas if I can stop at an ATM
>Suddenly he's uninterested
>Now the group is on the topic of people owing money
>Fuck, the show is even talking about people not paying their debts
>Someone mentions going to Walmart
>At least two of them are going
>I just want to step out of the apartment at this point
>As I'm putting my coat on, nobody is going anymore
>Starting to get really uncomfortable
>Whatever
>Lay back down
>They're talking about people owing money again. Can't handle this shit anymore.
>"THERE'S $5 IN MY WALLET. I DON'T KNOW WHERE IT CAME FROM. I DON'T THINK IT'S MINE. PLEASE TAKE IT."
>Open wallet
>Cont.

...

>There is no money in my wallet
>Fiance asks if I gave him the $10 back
>Scream that I don't know, just that there was a $5 bill in my wallet I'm sure wasn't mine
>Everyone's acting suspicious
>Too high to explain myself or make sense of the situation
>At first I think everyone is looking at me angrily from the corner of my eye, only to smile when I look at them
>Try to excuse it as an hallucination
>They start asking if there's something I want to tell them
>Realize something strange is going on here
>Emo friend points into my wallet and asks what's with the sticky note with the scribbles on it
>Explain it's the first drawing my niece ever gave me
>Asks why I can't just pay with that
>"Because! It's-
>That's when it hit me
>...worth more than $5."
>Oh god
>The fiance knows I slept with his girl while they were engaged
>It was almost a year ago at this point
>Look at the fiance
>He's looking at me, agitated
>Oh fuck. He knows.
>At this point everyone is asking me if there's something I want to talk about
>Internal monologue
>"Okay user... They're either trying to get you to talk about why you're freaking out, or they know you fucked the girl... Just remain calm."
>Tell them it's nothing
>Try to go back to laying down and phasing out
>They won't let me
>Keep trying to get me to talk about what's on my mind
>Try to excuse myself to step outside for a smoke
>Emo friend is getting between me and my coat
>Too afraid to ask why he's doing
>Excuse myself to the bathroom
>Emo friend follows me
>Stop
>Emo friend stops
>Remember blood comes off of tile easily
>If they're going to kill me, that's where
>Turn around and ask Emo friend what he's doing
>He just says "I thought you wanted to use the bathroom."
>Really fucking panicking now
>Start begging them to let me sober up
>Please god just let me sober up
>Not like this, please.
>They all still look agitated, ask me what I'm talking about
>Ask girl if I can talk to her alone for a sec
>Need to ask four times, but she agrees

just stop doing drugs you stupid loser

Nigger you need to get better at telling stories. It's taking you fucking forever to tell this story and there are a SHITLOAD of unnecessary details. Nobody gives a fuck what you think of Wreck it Ralph, Ebert.

continue this is a decent read

I'm actually enjoy enjoying it quite a bit but I'm in on acid too at this and that moment

Continue please. Ik that awkward feeling acid will make you feel around weird people so it's relatable.

>autistic and does drugs
What an idiot

>be me
>45 year old NEET
>live in shithole of ghetto
>thanks to modern technology I never have to leave house
>living off stocks left from my deceased parents
>also get $2870/mo disability check
>hobby is working on computers
>turns out niggers will pay a lot of money for me to "make dat shit be workin"
>stopped letting them in after my whole katana set went missing
>bought guns, have security cameras, and alarms now
>always order everything online
>get food delivered every day
>favorite food is orange tendies from China Wok
>one day black man delivers Chinese tendies
>REEEEEEEEEEEE
>fucking niggers

have a story to tell about the last time i did acid whilst we wait for OP

>be me, done acid many times before and usually do dosages of 300ug to 450ug
>i've done 450 a few times before but this night was different
>drop with my friend whos house i was staying at for the night and we head down to dominoes
>his parents are at the movies due to get back sometime during the night
>we ride the giant drop at the end of the street and continue the 10 min walk to get our food
>all is well we have done this many a times before
>we make it back and dont really feel hungry but i eat anyway and trip out on the texture of the pizza
>one of our friends had an acid freakout before, like lost consciousness freakout, so we were suss on eachother and wanted to be super careful
> go into his room and decide on a movie to watch
>this is the end with james franco
>get to the scene where jonah hill is being raped by the devil and i start to feel a little spooked
>i text my mum to pick me up at 3:30 tomorrow but we already discussed it in the car ride over to my mates house so it looked suss
>start getting nervous and shaking so i'm fucking up my messages and typing wierd shit due to autocorrect
>friend takes my phone and tells my mum my friend got it and was messing around
>we turn the movie off becuase i was feeling a little anxious
>rest my head on the pillow and go to sleep
>wake up in hospital

cont.

>"We need to tell him." First five things out of my mouth
>No elaboration is needed. She already knows what I'm saying.
>She tells me he WILL kill me if I say anything
>Tell her I think he already knows
>She reassures me he's an idiot and I'm just tripping
>Forget how, but we eventually change the subject
>She lays down on the bed
>I lay down on the floor, scared fiance will walk in and assume
>We chat for a bit
>Realize my phone's about to die
>She offers to go grab a charger for me
>Admit I'm afraid they'll come in and murder me when she leaves the room
>She takes a second to calm me down
>Finally let her leave
>Clutching pocket knife, not sure what to expect
>She comes back, gives me a bottled water and a charger that isn't mine
>%1
>We get back on the topic of when me and her fucked
>She talks about how she has conflicting feelings on everything
>Loves her fiance, but at times felt like she was in more of a relationship with me
>Feeling bad at this point
>Conversation takes a turn
>She admits that she sometimes is mad at me
>Points out the horrendous apartment and asks me what could have possibly made her feel worthless enough to live in this place
>She's looking mad now
>Not sure what to say
>She shakes her head and says she's stepping out to the other room for a second
>Stop her
>Admit that now I think she's in on it, and she's about to go out there and give them the go ahead
>Like this was her final goodbye or some shit like that
>She dismisses me
>She walks through the door and starts to close it
>Don't know what to do
>Catch the door as it's closing and follow her through
>Sit down on the floor close to the door out of the apartment
>Girl is now quiet and motionless
>The guys look at her as if they're expecting something
>She looks to me
>Shrug
>She walks back into her room and I follow
>Ask what the fuck that was
>She doesn't know what to say
>Tries to tell me to wait inside
>Fuck this
>I'm now trying to call my grandma at 3am to pick me up I'm so afraid

what actually happened

>lay my head down on pillow in friends queen size bed
>that's all i consciously remember doing

from here on out is what i've been told happened and what i remember doing

>my mum texts me goodnight and my friend wont let me have my phone because i was typing horribly and fucking it up
>like he really doesn't want me to get my phone he is death gripping it
>i'm looping at this point
>start to realise i'm freaking out and dont want to be sitting in the dark alone with my friend for the next 5 hours or something so i call out to his parents
>yelling shit like "drugs, help, sos, hello, please" and stuff like that
>no response from the parents, don't know why they didn't come
>really want my phone from my friend but he isn't giving it to me
>making me really fucking angry the way he's acting so i punch him square in the face
>begin to absolutely lay into him like pushing him against walls and shit
>his dad opens the door and goes "fucks going on in here"
>sees i'm having a VERY one sided scrap with his son
>he tears me off him
>i'm not exactly the most swole guy and in the world and neither is he so we duke it out and i remember him being on top
>remember smashing a bottle over his head
>remember my face being pinned to the ground
>apparently 3 ambulances showed up along with police
>i remember having ludicrous hallucinations and for what felt like days
>remember counting down from 1 million
>get tazed and handcuffed
>paramedics sedate me and put me to sleep
>wake up in the ambulance for a minute or two, nurse in there is actually like one of the hottest chicks i've seen irl
>fall asleep again
>wake up in a hospital
>thought i was dreaming so i was giving the nurses the finger and shit
>"can i have some water?"
>"can you say please?"
>"can you fuck off?"
>you know shit like that
>turn to one nurse, really big burly dude
>"do you want to fight?"
>"no i don't want to fight mate"
>"do you wanna make out instead?"
cont.

>go to sleep and wake up in the morning, nurses name is chad
>hospitals are the most boring things ever i just laid there for like 13 hours doing nothing
>ask if i had a bag with me when i was brought in
>chad gives me my backpack which thank fuck had my phone in it
>ask me what my name is because last night i said it was jojo
>just nod my head and say yeah
>text my mum and tell her i was in the hospital
>ggwp i'm cooked
>apparently my friend and his dad were admitted into the hospital as well for minor lacerations and concussions
>all g he doesn't hate me
>his parents understood, didn't press charges even though i put multiple holes in their walls
>my parent comes and pick me up and we go home
>wrists swolen as fuck from the handcuffs

moral of the story is dont do acid in an uncomfortable environment, especially large amounts. shit like this will happen

you have the worse friends ever

Wtf cont you Lazy fuck

Continue or die cunt

yeah i was a little mad they didn't even try to contact my parents, basically told our other acid friend that we're not doing acid again full stop and haven't spoken to them since.

>Do you want to make out instead
Fucking kek

>At this point, I conclude if I can get someone to come pick me up, they'll have no choice but to let me live to avoid suspicion
>Girl hears to ringing on the phone, asks who I'm calling
>Tell her it's my grandma, because I know out of anyone I could possibly call she will pick me up without question
>Girl is now crawling on top of me trying to take the phone away from me
>Shouting at her to keep away from me
>Call doesn't connect
>Try calling again
>She's still trying to take the phone
>Hold up a fist and shout at her to get off
>She freezes
>Call doesn't connect again
>No idea what to do
>Thinking
>Jacket's between three people I think will kill me
>Not sure where my wallet is
>Phone is almost dead
>However my shoes are in here, for some reason...
>Fuck it. I have only one hope.
>Set phone down
>She crawls off and asks if I'll calm down now
>Quietly stand up and put my shoes on
>Quickly turn around and walk out of the bedroom
>Throw the blanket in front of the door behind me so it won't slow me down
>They all start asking what I'm doing
>Rip open door
>Sprint out into the hallway
>Try to grab my pocket knife
>Fumble and hear it clatter on the floor behind me
>Too scared to look back, keep sprinting through the apartment complex screaming for help at the top of my lungs
>Never ran this fast before
>Never screamed this loud before
>Run down fire exit
>Run out the side door
>It's snowing, something like 30 degrees out
>Gas station shines like a beacon of hope down the street
>Sprinting towards gas station
>Half way there
>Out of shape stoner
>Stop for a second to breath as I realize they're not behind me
>Look around
>Don't see them
>Start hearing them call my name
>Start jogging as fast as I can to the gas station
>Oh god it's so close
>Witnesses. I need witnesses or I'm going to die.
>Lungs are on fire and my legs are jelly but I'm almost there
>Cont.

Sorry. Character limit. Didn't realize it was so important.

Hurry up

user, you're surrounded by those who love you, we just want you to be able to finish this before the thread dies.

Bumping to keep it alive

Sitting here at my security job on night shift and this is the only thing keeping me going. Legit locked into this thread right now OP. I'm curious as hell if they were actually attempting to kill him now or if OP was losing his shit and they were genuinely trying to calm him.

Andre is that you my friend?

Anyone want to hear a story about how I did acid with my girlfriend of the time, had sex with her, had a heart attack while having sex with her, then went to my high school graduation while still rolling? Other fun details in that too. It would also be my first green text so don't expect something amazing.

Yo, Andre, what up?

Nah fam. Sorry. Give Andre my regards though, this job is the strangest shit I've ever done.

I'm pretty sure you just told it.

waiting for long ass post so here is my worst

>only did acid once or twice before, not bad prefer shrooms
>havent done it in a year or two
>friends convince me to start with two hits
>trip was doing fine until everything started teleporting around
>everything I looked at would shift positions rapidly
>try to put my hands on things to make them stop shifting
>hands started shifting
>feel pain from my shifting hands
>everywhere I look at my body I see it shift and feel pain
>spend the rest of the trip trying not to look at my body and wishing it would end
>never did acid for years after that

Hey Andre what's good?

It's Aaron your buddy in WV

Rob from MI, my guy.

Ah, I thought for a second you might be him he works nights for G4S up in Michigan and I know he browses.

Andre you going to Camillas after this?

>Run into Sheetz
>Fast food place slash gas station for those of you unfamiliar
>Wheezing as loudly as I can that I need help
>Collapse onto the wet tile floor
>Some old overweight lady is giving me a weird look, clearly trying to ignore me
>Stand up and look across the counter to a Sheetz employee asking what's wrong
>Don't know what else to tell him, fuck it.
>"I'M ON A BUNCH OF DRUGS AND I THINK MY FRIENDS ARE GOING TO KILL ME."
>Some 17 year old halfican, he has no idea how to handle the situation
>Manager comes out and tries to talk to me
>[insert insane drug induced paranoid ramble here]
>Manager tries to ask me to leave
>Beg her not to make me go back out there
>She asks if I want her to call the cops
>YES. CALL THE COPS. PLEASE!!!
>Manager walks into the back
>Wait around for a second
>I'm all alone
>Don't see any employees or customers
>Oh god what if they show up?
>Walk into the 'Employees only.' area
>Halfrican teenager tells me I can't be back here
>Ask where the manager is and keep walking
>Manager emerges on the phone, talking to the 911 operator
>Tells me I can't be back there
>Ask her if she can hide me
>"Sir, I can't hide you, and you can't come back here, I'm sorry."
>Beg her to at least not leave me alone
>She nods and keeps talking to the 911 operator
>Standing at the yellow line that says employees only
>Halfrican is standing from a safe distance
>QT 3.14 walks up from the back to observe the commotion
>Notice her nametag says 'Abbe'
>Ask Abbe if she has any idea what's going on
>She shakes her head and gives me a shrug
>Abbe's soft eyes provide me the briefest moment of calm
>Stare at Abbe because it's the only thing keeping me sane as I listen to the manager describe me, our location and my hysteria to the 911 operator
>Manager tells me cops are on their way
>Thank her and back away so customers can get their shit uninterrupted

Sorry about the wait guys. Didn't expect it go on for so long. Line/character limit is killing me.

>Sheetz

PA user?

Bump 5 interest

Keep it coming nigga

Interested bump

Nice, i just started myself, working for a smaller security firm thing. Kinda my second day or so on the job and I've seen some weird shit already.

Bump. Most non stale thing on Sup Forums RN

Should've typed this out before and proofread that shit OP

Nice story keep going

Care to green text it user?

>Cops show up
>Paranoia strikes again
>Remember thinking the fiance or the cousin might be involved with the mafia at some point
>Suddenly afraid some dirty cops are about to drag me off to an alleyway to an incredibly cliched death
>Remember I'm too exhausted to run
>Remember I can't tell if I'm being paranoid or if I'm right anymore
>Either I die tired or go to jail after getting beaten up by the cops
>Decide to remain in place, probably for the best
>Cops ask me what's going on
>Literally said to them, "Either you're going to drag me off to a really cliche death, or you're gonna cuff me and throw me in a cell so I can sober up."
>Cops ask me to back up and explain what the fuck I'm talking about
>Admit I'm on LSD and cannabis
>Talk about the autistic couple, emo friend, and the cousin
>Talk about thinking they were going to kill me
>Cops question why I thought they were going to kill me
>Talk about the realization that I was only really friends with the girl I slept with while she was engaged
>Admit I think the cops might be in on it, but I don't see a point in running or resisting now
>Cops give me a "You poor bastard." kind of look
>Cops explain they can't arrest me unless I appear to be a danger to myself or others
>Seeing as all I'm doing is rambling about my paranoia in the middle of a Sheetz. I'm not exactly dangerous
>Cop has an idea "...Unless. You think, you're a danger to yourself, sir?"
>Hold up my wrists "YES. I'M A DANGER TO MYSELF, PLEASE CUFF ME!"
>They cuff me
>Ask me my name and info
>Consider giving them fake info
>Decide against it, tell them my Name, Social, and Number
>Cop is asking other random questions
>Yes, no, I was across the street, I don't remember.
>Cop asks if I dropped anything on the way over
>Remember the knife that is considered a deadly weapon under OH knife laws
>And the wallet with 40mg of DMT in it
>Cont.

Almost done, guys. At the most two posts to go. Probably just one.

OH, actually

Totally. Tried greentexting it in another thread on its own but it died. Will regale you all with my story of my first two days while you all wait for OP.

>First day started, nothing really happens
>White guy, 22.
>On the Easy Side of Detroit at an old folks home
>Second guard comes at 7am to relieve my shift.
>Two hours after i leave, he goes for a bathroom break
>Two strange cars pull up, nothing leading to this beforehand, no crash, no nothing
>two men get out of their car and get into a huge argument and fist fight.
>two men decided to fight outside of an old folks home for no reason
>Cops never showed up despite the receptionist calling

Isn't that strangest thing to happen to me. Pic somewhat related, it's a huge fence to a park across the street. According to the employees here, it's constantly bombarded by drunk drivers.

I have another story, so cont just in case OP never shows.

bump. GFs ass for motivation to continue

What county in OH?

I forgot that Ohio had some as well. I'm stuck in the town Sheetz started. We have 10 or so within 4 miles and they keep adding more.

How in the fuck can you not love Tool while on acid?

Moar

Lol, and this is when I knew that I would never connect with these people.

i was thinking the same exact thing

I've been waiting for their new album to drop for over a decade now and I can still drop L and trip out to their shit.
I can hear so much more in their music when I'm tripping

I for some reason shat on my buddie's parents' bed when we were doing acid at their place and they discovered it the next morning. It's been 11 years and his father still looks like he is gonna murder me at any moment when we meet.

moar when he posts moar.

This thread is good. don't let it die.

The funny thing is I'm sure your a normal, upstanding citizen too.
But when on acid, we all are reminded how human we are.

You might as well post it seeing as it's taking him a while

Some of my fondest memories are of eating a shitload of acid and sitting in a dark room listening to Tool.

Well here's the second part. Anything to keep this thread from dying.

>Tonight
>You sit in your car, security light on
>Going pretty smooth so far, noth--
>See drunk driver skid out and do Initial D style meme shit amd drive off
>Other than that, nothing exciting for a few hours
>Do rounds at 3am.
>Rounds done, need to piss.
>Go inside to use bathroom behind locked door (coded so the old folks cant make a break for it)
>Lady with bloody eye patch is attempting to meakly get my attention down the hall.
>Avoid her, lock bathroom.
>look down
>Bloody TP on the ground
>step over, take piss quickly, and start walking out
>shes trying to catch my attention, following me down the hall farther back
>Enter the code, get the fuck out
>decide never to use the bathroom inside again

Told the receptionist and she was freaked the fuck out also. Anyway, gotta make my rounds. Thanks for listening. Hope to not see more.

>Think to myself the fiance concluded he can't kill me, so now he's getting me sent to prison
>Trying not to submit to the delusion too much
>Distinctly remember getting in the face of the cop asking questions and saying-
>"A pocket knife that says 'Military Police' on it, and a wallet that says 'Bad Mother Fucker.' and, yes! The contents of that wallet, ARE mine."
>Get pulled outside
>Told to stand against the cruiser for a pat down
>Secretly thankful they didn't slam me against it, bend me over the hood or any shit like that
>Contents of my pockets-
>Two bic lighters, one Tesla Coil lighter, a pack of American Spirit Dark Greens with five cigarettes left
>No wallet and no knife
>Relieved
>Car door opens
>The let me sit myself in instead of shoving me inside
>Really tired and exhausted
>Lay down in back seat
>First time in the back of a police cruiser. Plastic seats are uncomfy as hell.
>Still can't decide if they're dirty or legit
>Delusion starts to overcome me a bit
>Start screaming some nonsense about how I just want to sober up
>Remember being totally okay with dying, just didn't want to do it while I was this high
>Threw up in the backseat
>Apologize to the cop
>He tells me not to worry about it
>Tells me we're at the city corrections facility
>Car stops and the cop gets out
>I am alone for probably one minute real time, much longer acid time
>Looks like we're in a garage, really doesn't look like a corrections facility
>Lights turn on, door opens. Cop asks me to step out.
>Step out and stand up. Surrounded by a lot of cops.
>Realistically it was maybe 4-6, but it felt like a lot more.
>Get taken down some stairs
>Handcuffs are taken off
>Have to hand over my belt, hair ties, and my shoes
>Cop asks me what I was on while I do so
>"This way.."
>Think I'm about to get some mug shots
>Ask the cops if I'm allowed to fix my hair first
>They let me
>I fix my hair
>They escort me to a cell
>mfw I fixed my hair for no mugshots
>cont.

Cuyahoga

Did you ever notice all that acid and tool made you into a satanist like me?

I was into satanist when i was an edgy teenager. None of that shit matters as an adult.

As promised.

kek what knife laws are you talking about?

That shit doesnt exist in Ohio, the whole blade/ palm size myth is bullshit.

OH shit
I knew it
Tool + LSD = 666

>admitting to cops that you're on drugs
>cops tell you they can't arrest you for that
Be fucking grateful for where you live. In my country you would be jailed instantly.

Drugs are cool when you're a teenager. But as you get older it should be clear that drug users are losers.

Sorry op, you're a paranoid loser and your story fucking sucks.

Update;

After completing my rounds, walked by the window of that very fame hallway to see this woman still pacing. She doesn't look like a senior, odd enough -- like she's in her 30s or around that area.

>tfw maybe she's a mental patient they took in off the street
>tfw she tried cutting her eye open to get someone to open the coded door for her so she could make a break for it.

Yooooooo, what the fuck. What facility do you work at?

Fuck user, your job sounds weird as shit

Some fucked shit I saw on Sup Forums earlier today to bump until OP/security guy post again

Man, given that guy's general appearance, the last picture does not surprise me

Is there an origin on this picture? I kid you not, I look just like this hippo. I thought one of my friends took a pic of me while I was gaming and yelling. No, not posting pic of myself as proof. Just wondering if there's a sauce on it.

Sorry fam, can't say.
I'll just tell you it's in a generally pretty rough area.

No clue, just found it on FB one day.

I love how the cunt lubes it up first

Bump to keep thread alive

I don't think that's lube bud

>Left alone in the cell for what felt like an hour. Can't tell because I can't see a clock.
>Screaming some shit into the camera about how killing me won't do anything. His fiance's still gonna screw around on him behind his back.
>Angry the fiance won't fucking face me already
>Throat hurts from all the running and screaming
>Lean over to sink and a press button
>Water flows
>Can't figure out how to get it to stop
>Press another button
>Toilet starts flowing
>Oh god they're both filling up
>Think the cell's about to be filled with water and I'm going to drown
>Curl up in a ball in the corner and wait for the end
>Water runs for what feels like a while
>It stops
>Finally a cop opens the cell door
>Starts asking about my employment status, address, ect
>Look at his ticket pad
>Actually taking my information and shit
>Finally realize the cops are legit
>Feel myself calm down immensely at this realization
>Cop tells me to get some sleep, they'll release me in the morning
>Don't sleep
>Still on acid for the eight hours, waiting to leave
>Get fed jail food for breakfast
>Shit it all out less than an hour later
>Get fed jail food for lunch
>Don't want to deal with anymore shits, thus I don't touch it
>Around noon
>Cop opens the cell
>Tells me some friends are here to get me
>Only a minor misdemeanor
>$230 disorderly conduct ticket, no extra jail time, don't even have to appear before a judge
>Afraid it's the friends from last night
>Nope
>Two friends I don't remember contacting the previous night found me, along with a third who just came along to make sure I was okay
>They already stopped by the apartment and grabbed my things
>Stop by a fourth friends house and watch an episode of We Bare Bears
>Friends feed me Taco Bell before driving me home
>Get home
>Check group chat
>I was removed
>Fiance knows
>Never got any confirmation if he learned before or after nightmare trip
>Haven't spoken to any of the people from the trip since

Fair enough, this is Sup Forums after all.

Oh lawd. Moar

god damn what an amazing story thanks OP

YOU MEAN WE DON'T GET TO FIND OUT WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED?!

op message them and ask now - post results.

Entertaining story. Thanks OP and security dude. Anyone got anymore?

You wordy motherfucker, it took you TWO AND A HALF HOURS.

Ass bump

Security guy here again

Nothing too eventful going on, but a weirdo or two walking around. It's almost 5:30, which usually means people heading to their jobs.

About 10 minutes ago though

>Random stranger walking passed my car
>Clearly talking to himself
>Didn't appear to be drunk or intoxicated, just not all the say there mentally
>Clothes were baggy as fuck, carrying a bag
>Walked across the street
>Stated at my car for like 5 minutes straight
>Walked off into the darkness of the park with the destroyed fence

This is going to be a very fucking weird job.

I second this

I'm enjoying it stfu tell your own stories.

He could have said this instead...
>be me
>drop acid with friends
>we're actually not friends
>I actually fucked one of the dudes girl
>I freak out
>run away
>freak out in gas station
>cops come
>I am jail
>actually I'm am ok
>Taco Bell
Fuck you op

Nice story OP, thanks. I've only dropped acid twice and a lot of this was heaps reminiscent, but I was far less spastic. I'd never wanna trip with people I wasn't close with and not at some strange house. A bunch of first timers sketching out sounds like the worst night.

I for once care what he thinks of wreck it Ralph while fucked on acid.

Except the teenagers are the most vulnerable demographic - bigger risk of developing addiction and/or schizophrenia. Nothing wrong with moderate recreational use in adulthood, if you don't have other ways to entertain yourself with.

That is boring as shit. Fuck off.

Well, seems like this thread is about wrapped up. If none of you fags post something interesting in the next 5 mins I'm going to wank.