I know I know......Here Stogi goes again
But bare with me. I'm not trying to post pictures of weed (again), nor am I trying to talk about the last time I got high. Rather,, I would like for this to be a place where we can talk about anything drug related (medicinal or otherwise).
For instance:
Have you guys ever heard of Robotripping? It's possibly the dumbest thing you could. If you down a bottle of Robotussin, you'll overdose on the active ingredient and start to trip.
Sadly, I knew this kid a couple years back and he was all about it. He would tell me the lamest stories about how he Robotripped in his room at his parents house. Long story short, this **** permanently fucked up his head and he went schizo. He literally thought he was Jesus and that cold water was the source of his power. This was in my dorm, so this was ultra fucked up. He never wore shoes or flip-flops and only wore white. He threw out all of his belongings including his computer and anything else that wasn't white. He would do nothing but laugh and talk about his mom (the virgin mary). It was literally crazy.
One day, this crazy fucker came into my room while I was sleeping and without making a sound, pulled up a chair and sat right next to my bed. I woke up to him staring at me, literally inches away from my face. I shrieked in terror. He started laughing and asked me if I was ready. I was thinking "Oh no. Oh no. What is he going to do?" He kept asking me "You ready?! You ready?! You ready?!" I just sat there looking at him, uneasy, just waiting for an excuse to knock him out. Finally he stopped and got to his point, "I'm going to buy you a Wii today!" and he proceeded to whip out a stack of twenties. With a sigh of relief, I muttered "Thank you, God."
I had told him a couple times during his "sober" days, that I really wanted a Wii. He must have remembered.
Later on that day, I found out from one of my friends that this crazy SOB gave away my Wii money to some random broad on the floor above me. When I found out what happened, I obviously went looking for him. I checked his room,, I checked the lounge; nothing. I gave up and decided to go chill in the courtyard.
There he was....dancing in the middle of the lawn......to no music. Everyone was watching, staring, laughing.
That night. He ran away. His parents came the next morning and asked everyone if we knew where he was. No one knew. It was so strange.