Precis of article: "My friends suck and can't be trusted with a burnt-out match."

That guy needs to stop putting brake fluid in his engine.

Can't imagine it'd bee too good for date rape. People on K are out until they are not. My husband and I drove a girl home who was to all appearances out cold until she suddenly opened her eyes and screamed that the hub was grinding her car's gears. Dosing someone with K can lead to a punch in the nose, people do get cantankerous.

People who dose others with drugs are pieces of sh*t. It's one thing if you're really into drugs and your buddies have an understanding with you, but the worst thing that can probably happen to you (short of being drugged to death) is expecting things to happen one way and then getting saddled with a 12 hour acid trip.

Ketamine is fun, but I wouldn't want to do it in public in high doses. Haven't done that kind of stuff in a long while.

I would spike any 'friend' who does this to me...with my fist.

This isn't new, it was done to me over 30 years ago. As a kid, a "friend" lit up a bowl and offered it too me. I accepted and noticed that no one else was smoking a little too late. It was laced with a heavy dose of PCP. Immediately, they decided it would be cool to go for a walk through a cemetery at 10 pm. It kicked in exactly at the moment I set foot onto the cemetery soil.

It quite literally broke my mind.

I also was unwittingly dosed with PCP once. I was with friends at Uncle Cliff's amusement park in Albuquerque at the time.

Dose someone with a hallucinogenic?
Prison time.

_{/all for responsible recreational drug use
//that is all}

One minute I was feeling fine, the next I was having a slow-mo car smash in Toontown. My legs buckled underneath me, my vision took on that wibbly, zig-zagging quality that you used to see preceding the corny flashback scenes in Scooby-Doo, and any limb movement seemed like an oddly detached jump-cut movie sequence of grimly exaggerated robotics, all executed in groggy nausea-vision.

...and at that point, the poor dumb bastards would experience the inner me, the thing I keep locked up inside the dungeon of my mind, the monster in the box. It does nothing more than sit in a dark corner of my psyche, reading Hunter S. Thompson, Ayn Rand and Jack Kerouac while pondering how best make use of high explosives manufactured from common household chemicals. It records ever slight, every personal insult, and it never forgets insult ever directed at us. It doesn't feel pity or remorse and it's got a sick, demented and gleeful sort of vengeful/vindictive humor. And oh yes - you just let it free.

you poor bastards. I almost pity you.

Almost.

Send them all to prison! ALL OF THEM! DRUGS ARE EVIL!

CheddarPants: I also was unwittingly dosed with PCP once. I was with friends at Uncle Cliff's amusement park in Albuquerque at the time.

Never in a million years did I expect somebody to mention Cliff's amusement park tonight.

Related note, I used to work for AKAL security and we had to watch that place all night. I slept in the bed of my truck a few times and another time I contemplated turning a ride on and hopping on before my common sense kicked in, just in time. If I had hit the switch and jumped on I would never have gotten off.

Also made $20 in quarters one night underneath the ferris wheel with the egg shaped baskets that spin around and around.

Weaver95: ...and at that point, the poor dumb bastards would experience the inner me, the thing I keep locked up inside the dungeon of my mind, the monster in the box.

I don't know if you've ever done that stuff, but you would never have been able to do anything. Every punch you threw would land on a pillow of air nowhere near where you wanted to go. The sidewalk would break up into a thousand revolving pieces while the sounds came at you from all directions.

Getting high is like all teh cool and teh funnay and stuff!

I find that morally reprehensible. (new window)

latest trend amongst awesome friends is more like it.

Do drugs, get fcucked, get aids, go to prison, die.

Fun!

What in gods name are you drinking that you don't notice K in your drink? It tastes really chemically and harsh, not to mention numbing your mouth.

A friend of mine that's no longer with us (dead at 39) said that he had never been more f*cked up in his life when he did K. He was no rookie, and said that it was way too much. I think I'll pass, and would deliver extreme retribution if I was ever unknowingly dosed.

Do yourself a favor and just shoot yourself in the head with your dad's gun. You know where he keeps it.

You will free yourself from your teenage angst without costing the country half a million dollars in useless programs first.

Do us all a favor, tweaker,

Just die.

GoodCopBadCop: That guy needs to stop putting brake fluid in his engine.

I imagine someone who thinks there is brake fluid in his engine has a higher tendency to hang out with people who spike each other's drinks with ketamine.

I went through a K phase.

That shiat is intense. I have no idea why I did it so much or in such great quantities. Of all the non-psychedelic drugs I've ever done, that stuff farked me up more than anything. I would never do it again.

Ugh.

/pukes.

No hesitation, no delay
You come on just like Special K

/obscure?

K rocks, you pussies.

A co-worker/friend of mine once called in sick because he claimed someone had slipped a molly into his drink the night before. I thought it was just a ridiculous excuse not to go to work, but it turned out he wasn't lying. What I'm wondering is why you'd waste a perfectly good drug by putting it in someone's drink. Unless, of course, you want to rape them.
And speaking of ketamine, my cat got a prescription for that after he broke his leg...

I would have trouble. Deciding to either beat the crap out of, or sue the crap out of a friend who did that to me.

I've never seen any reason to do a drug that is used to knock horses out before they're castrated.

studebaker hoch: Do yourself a favor and just shoot yourself in the head with your dad's gun. You know where he keeps it.

You will free yourself from your teenage angst without costing the country half a million dollars in useless programs first.

Do us all a favor, tweaker,

Just die.

lolwut?

A person who would do this type of thing would never be a friend of mine. I would seriously hurt the person responsible, male or female.

jaylectricity: Weaver95: ...and at that point, the poor dumb bastards would experience the inner me, the thing I keep locked up inside the dungeon of my mind, the monster in the box.

I don't know if you've ever done that stuff, but you would never have been able to do anything. Every punch you threw would land on a pillow of air nowhere near where you wanted to go. The sidewalk would break up into a thousand revolving pieces while the sounds came at you from all directions.

good description. I got ahold of that for a good price and did a bunch with my friend in his backyard. It was such a weird feeling. I started to walk across the grass and before I knew it, my face was at grass level. I didn't realize I fell. I laughed at how peculiar it was to just fall on the ground then got up and went inside and we snorted some more drugs. We did a lot of drugs that night.

simpsonfan: I would have trouble. Deciding to either beat the crap out of, or sue the crap out of a friend who did that to me.

What's wrong with doing both?

Better than melamine, I guess.

safety-math: A co-worker/friend of mine once called in sick because he claimed someone had slipped a molly into his drink the night before. I thought it was just a ridiculous excuse not to go to work, but it turned out he wasn't lying. What I'm wondering is why you'd waste a perfectly good drug by putting it in someone's drink. Unless, of course, you want to rape them.
And speaking of ketamine, I broke my cats leg to get a prescription for that

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jaylectricity: Weaver95: ...and at that point, the poor dumb bastards would experience the inner me, the thing I keep locked up inside the dungeon of my mind, the monster in the box.

I don't know if you've ever done that stuff, but you would never have been able to do anything. Every punch you threw would land on a pillow of air nowhere near where you wanted to go. The sidewalk would break up into a thousand revolving pieces while the sounds came at you from all directions.

lemme put it this way - the one and only time I ever drank to the point of loss of control (thanks to someone spiking my drinks with tequila and other things), I apparently was able to hotwire a vehicle and drive off into the night, reported laughing maniacally as I did so. I woke up the next morning next to a hot blonde chick and no idea how to even start the damn motorcycle that i'd somehow aquired and was most certainly NOT registered in my name.

let's not let the critter out to play. apparently my alternate personality really IS tyler durden.

Getting high = getting compromised.

You're about 75% of the way to getting raped by just being in a room full of people who want you and they know you're high.

Don't go there.

Like aids? Like big dicks? Like getting held down and taken?

NO YOU DO NOT.

Don't go there.

Respect yourself. Don't do dope.

St_Francis_P: Precis of article: "My friends suck and can't be trusted with a burnt-out match."

Yeah, except those aren't friends. If you can't get drunk around them, they're just not.

$15 for sex is not normal.

But on K it is.

clifton: I would spike any 'friend' who does this to me...with my fist.

THIS

At what point did "let's get farked up on horse tranqs" become a good idea? At low doses, it's inferior to other recs, and at higher, well, you're in your very banging Jessica Rabbit.

I guess you could dose right, but for some reason I don't see junkies sitting around going "2 mgs x 75 kgs, so 150..."

wrenchboy: safety-math: A co-worker/friend of mine once called in sick because he claimed someone had slipped a molly into his drink the night before. I thought it was just a ridiculous excuse not to go to work, but it turned out he wasn't lying. What I'm wondering is why you'd waste a perfectly good drug by putting it in someone's drink. Unless, of course, you want to rape them.
And speaking of ketamine, I broke my cats leg to get a prescription for that

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Ha. I was actually really surprised none of my roommates took it.

Someone post the PLIF cartoon for "Drug Addiction - it's the gift that keeps on giving"

Unavailable for comment.

/Hotlinked like a punk.

2wheeljunkie: A friend of mine that's no longer with us (dead at 39) said that he had never been more f*cked up in his life when he did K. He was no rookie, and said that it was way too much. I think I'll pass, and would deliver extreme retribution if I was ever unknowingly dosed.

It's intense, but as long as you're at home, it's not really dangerous.

OgreMagi: A person who would do this type of thing would never be a friend of mine. I would seriously hurt the person responsible, male or female.

If any of my female friends decided to drug me and then take turns raping me, I think I would eventually forgive them.

studebaker hoch:
Like aids? Like big dicks? Like getting held down and taken?

Tuesday night?

Weaver95: let's not let the critter out to play. apparently my alternate personality really IS tyler durden.

Hell no! Let that guy run free man!

/I don't know why but I completely believe your story.
//even the hot blond part

for FREE???

These guys sympathize.

Children of Bodom (new window)

Weaver95: let's not let the critter out to play. apparently my alternate personality really IS tyler durden.

Ahhhhh ... so YOU'RE ElAuttin's roommate!

Weaver95: ...and at that point, the poor dumb bastards would experience the inner me, the thing I keep locked up inside the dungeon of my mind, the monster in the box. It does nothing more than sit in a dark corner of my psyche, reading Hunter S. Thompson, Ayn Rand and Jack Kerouac while pondering how best make use of high explosives manufactured from common household chemicals. It records ever slight, every personal insult, and it never forgets insult ever directed at us. It doesn't feel pity or remorse and it's got a sick, demented and gleeful sort of vengeful/vindictive humor. And oh yes - you just let it free.

you poor bastards. I almost pity you.

Almost.

Every time I read the stuff you write, I swear to God that you are reading my mind some how.

/Stop it
get out of my head

Angry Parakeet: Ahhhhh ... so YOU'RE ElAuttin's roommate!

hahahaha