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Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas is a trip...
XD
Oh, and in response to those last responses:
I will be a little honest here, I use to sell weed big-time, so I was always hooked up. It was probably family ties, but who knows what it could of been, there was just large amounts of it everywhere and I never really liked how it smelled or anything until I smoked weed for the first time at a party
Then, finally, those warehouses full of weed and those 15 pound bales ceiling high finally meant something to me.
I started to smoke, but, then slowly I started to party more. When I would throw parties, though, I would just get a wal-mart bag full of weed and spread it out on the table and everyone would just roll up joints of some dank sticky-icky shit and smoke all night. Weed gets me so crazy(everyone gets a different trip) that it's more like an upper for me. The more I smoke, the more I feel like I'm flying on that psychosis plane higher and higher and it won't let me go to sleep or eat or anything.
After a while though, people started wanting weed, instead of just partying with it. So, that's when I became a dealer.
Upon becoming a dealer, the social stress and anxiety put a lot of pressure on me(and also moving 400-500 pounds of weed and maybe 3-4 wetbacks from city to city really fucked up my emotional state), so I would smoke all day, everyday, just receiving calls like any business. I had an office(dope house), networks(cellphone), associates(close friends), clients(addicts), brokers, suppliers, employees(hustlers), and competition.
It went on like this for about almost 3 years before I started noticing the cops on my tail. I was slowly realizing how BIG I had become.. the entire town I lived in knew me for what I dealed, when I dealed it. All towns and cities in a 200 mile radius around me know me as a hook-up and still occasionally call me(but I am not big time anymore, I am just some random guy now) a "kingpin." There were NARC officers planning 90 miles away to raid my house according to my friend who works with the law. I started feeling the pressure of the cops, and I was getting stopped everytime I left my house.
But, long story short, during all the paranoia and anxiety, it led me to smoke a lot of weed. A LOT, no exaggeration. When I would go and beat up someone at their house in front of their parents or throw a beer bottle at a cop car or just start some illegal shit up, I'd run like a mother fucker back to my 'safehouse' and just smoke joint after joint, in a small room, getting intoxicated with the smoke, almost everyday, for about 3 years. I would have people come and go, I was literally a drive-tru, and in order to even talk to people I needed a joint in my mouth. Eventually, I started realizing that I was smoking excessively(this one time I ran out of weed and I freaked out, about a year in), so I would start counting how much of my supply I would smoke. At first it was around 5 to 10 joints, I NEEDED at least 2 joints to get me 'buzzed', 5 joints to get me 'high', 10 joints to get me 'stoned.' It was almost like beer. Then, it started to worsen, growing from 10 joints to 30. Smoking 30 a day sounds extreme, but back then, it was business baby. After a while, I would lose track of how many joints I smoked(because I too stoned to find and count all the roaches) so I started a tally of them on a notepad. A year in the dope game, I was 17, I would have to smoke 10 joints to get high, 2 years in, on my 18th birthday, I smoked 121 joints from 10 p.m. at night to 6 a.m. in the morning. That's when I realized I had incredible tolerance and that now, in order to feel 'anything' from weed, I needed to smoke huge blunts, cones, doobies, huge bongs, and pounds and pounds of weed and mountains of paper.
It became the norm. My fingers always smelled of weed, like permanently(they still do actually, even though I haven't smoked for 2 months), I was always stoned, my eyes wouldn't even get red anymore and I could sit in a room for 12 hours smoking joint after joint after joint, which was basically 'my office', without getting red eyes and still be able to function normally and go to school and have a social life and whatnot. It started to become insane, 120-150 joints a day everyday. No kidding, I have the tally marks on my walls and everything. We'd have to go buy hemp paper packets by the dozens, we'd finish those 50 leaves in a few hours or so. An OZ of the dankiest shit you could find would get me a bit buzzed, I'd need at least a QP of some california medical shit to get 'wasted.' All I ever dealt was sticky-icky chronic, and after a while I became needy and addicted. It started getting obsessive, I was always thinking about weed. I stopped selling so I could smoke it myself, and slowly I stopped the business. I started getting less weed, and then I started to notice that I was getting these weird chest pains, so I started to just smoke all by myself, 70 joints hand-rolled in a day, from 11 a.m. to 5 p.m. Then, I started to feel the chest pain even more, so slowly, it went from 100 to 70 to 20 to maybe 2 joints now, 3 years later.
So, 3 years later, it went from 50-70 joints a day(when I was 17) to 100-150 joints a day(when I was 18) to 70-100 joints a day(when I was 19). Then, when I turned twenty, it slowly started to dawn on me that I have a problem with my chest. Like, there's something wrong, I'm sure of it. Everytime I smoke it would feel like a panic attack, like I was going to die. I would try to smoke and sleep, only to stay up thinking if I was going to die that day(or maybe I was on an insane trip). So, naturally, I cut back to about half a joint a day, but the chest pains remained, no matter if I cut back on the HUGE amounts of weed I use to smoke.
Now, I just smoke maybe one joint and I'm flying off walls and bouncing and laughing and my eyes get all red and crazy, when before I would smoke 150 and barely even smile.
This is the story of a stoner gone wrong.
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Lol
You should consider writing as a major. Because that's some creative shit.
E: I'm serious, I bet Tarantino would direct it too.
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LOL 30 joints in one sesh, 150 joints in a day? Im sure...
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Well it doesnt seem at all impossible to me.
I remember days when me and my friends smoked like 10 joints, and days where I alone smoked close to that.
Course thats nothing compared to fucking 150 joints, but i totally feel your story, everby bit of it, from getting resistant to eventually smoking huge fucking ass blunts to eventually starting to get a feeling like you would die and mature from it.
I think weed just goes terribly wrong when you party hard on a daily basis with it, it has some sort of cost efficiency that you cannot escape from.
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On October 20 2010 07:23 D10 wrote:
Well it doesnt seem at all impossible to me.
The part where he accidentally becomes a drug lord or the part where MJ has the opposite effect on him then it does to everyone else in the world?
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All that can really be said about that rambling is 'cool story, bro'.
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A friend of mine smokes 100g of weed a day, it's an HOLD UP on paper everytime he goes to the tobacco office, weed doesn't have any effect on him anymore.
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Feels good knowing I can hop in here all day any day.
The thought "Am I high right now? can I post in the High Thread?" PFFFF, not even a question.
ALSO. Sativa buds are now FRUIT, indica buds are now VEGETABLES.
Discuss.
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On October 20 2010 07:40 Offhand wrote:Show nested quote +On October 20 2010 07:23 D10 wrote:
Well it doesnt seem at all impossible to me.
The part where he accidentally becomes a drug lord or the part where MJ has the opposite effect on him then it does to everyone else in the world?
to D10, and you too,
yes, it's all real. I typed my life, 3 years of it, into a post about 700 words long I guess.
I actually started to feel pains from smoking weed, like I had reached a 'cap', like, a human can only smoke so much weed before their body starts rejecting it with the craziest reaction ever, chest pains. It made me quit thus far, 2 months in. This is the most I had ever quit since that 3 year weed binge,
Feels great. I guess I was just smoking too much in too little time. I probably had ten thousand pounds of weed in my system....
but, now I can enjoy it since I don't deal weed anymore and now I just party with it. WOO!! =D I also give it out for free now, if I get large quantities of it(I still do, the temptation is there but the chest pains prevent me from smoking that much ever again). I guess I went through a weed phase and it's finally over, now I can put my feet on planet earth again..
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lies lies lies, all lies.
you have no way to prove it, we have no way to disprove it, as a cynic im gonna go ahead an call bullshit on this one.
everyones entitled to their own opinion but as far as i can tell, NOBODY on this forum is going to believe you, shit nobody anywhere would believe you.
"your friend who worked with the law knew about a NARCO raid?......"
"you had warehouses full of weed in ONLY 15lb bales?"
i almost thought id accidentally stumbled onto 4chan when i read half your post, i couldnt read it all coz my bullshit meter was going crazy
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On October 20 2010 23:05 D-Lite wrote:
lies lies lies, all lies.
you have no way to prove it, we have no way to disprove it, as a cynic im gonna go ahead an call bullshit on this one.
everyones entitled to their own opinion but as far as i can tell, NOBODY on this forum is going to believe you, shit nobody anywhere would believe you.
"your friend who worked with the law knew about a NARCO raid?......"
"you had warehouses full of weed in ONLY 15lb bales?"
i almost thought id accidentally stumbled onto 4chan when i read half your post, i couldnt read it all coz my bullshit meter was going crazy
I guess going to the movies with you must be the shittiest thing ever. Shut the fuck up.
Edit: I'm not saying I believe him, but it was a damn good read. fuckface.
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On October 14 2010 15:22 likeaboss wrote:![[image loading]](http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.179789367.jpg)
rofl holy shit that looks so awesome! :D
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Sounds like the most fake story ever but whatever.
I probably had ten thousand pounds of weed in my system....
The rest of the story is probably just as much of a hyperbole, that's 4.5million grams LOL
I guess going to the movies with you must be the shittiest thing ever. Shut the fuck up.
Movies don't try to represent themselves as fact. On an anonymous internet forum we should at least be honest with eachother 
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i can't believe that stoners managed to post 370 pages worth of content..... we are obviously not getting stoned enough. If we were this thread would have 1 page, 3 posts and be marked as ancient.
In all seriousness tho, i thought i'd get a topic started that i always bring up whenever a new person enters my group of stoner friends and has their first smoke with us.....its great to find out what type of person someone is, ask the following question once while they are sober and then once when they are nicely baked.... you would be suprised how often the answer changes!
If you were a dinosaur, what would you be?
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On October 18 2010 14:41 Azerbaijan wrote:
Hi, I'm not high right now (sorry) and I've never smoked weed but I have a question that I'm sure a lot of you could answer. I have severe insomnia and its almost to the point of Fight Club style insomnia but still short of Machinist style. I've been proscribed every sedative hypnotic available and they haven't helped and I'm getting desperate. I've also tried a lot of natural stuff like Kava and some others. I read in a few places that weed helps some people sleep and I'm wondering if someone can confirm this and describe how smoking affects how you sleep and how rested you feel when you wake up.
weed might not help you if you insomnia has an underlying reason. If its just because you have a bad sleeping pattern however, weed should help... but i warn against it, since starting smoking weed can often lead to you forming habits and then not being able to sleep at all when you can't get any... seen that happen to a few friends. Not to mention, you might start just to get to sleep, but it feels so good you probably won't stick to that, if you find these things an acceptable risk... come join us over here in MJ land!
If your insomnia has a deeper underlying reason such as stress (i mean real stress, like a family member dying, being sick, or you are about to get married, move home etc) or because of a mental issue, weed won't always help on its own.... you would need to use it to facilitate you to get into a meditiative state that would relax your mind enough to fall asleep. Weed is actually very good for this, and has been used for this purpose for literally thousands of years.
Here is a simple meditation/relaxation technique (you can use it sober too if you have a disciplined enough mind):
You need a dark room preferably, as the goal is to fall asleep.
Lay down, close your eyes, and focus on one image. The image needs to be something that makes you feel content and peaceful, so not your girlfriend or whatever as you don't want to get horny lol. once you have that image firmly fixed into your mind just slowly breathe in and out letting your muscles relax slowly.
If you do this part right you will have a strange sensation of your muscles being tense while relaxed, i can't think of a better way to describe it. You will know what i mean if you manage it lol. You may also experience the sensation of your arms,legs and head, falling through the ground (or whatever you are laying on) if you get that feeling, you are definately doing it right. this process (from closing your eyes to being relaxed) should take around 5 minutes. Once your body is relaxed slowly let the image you have been fixed on fade from your mind and do not replace it, just let it slowly drift away until your mind is blank.
At this point, if you have managed to relax properly, you should start to slowly drift off to sleep. This process is easily attainable while stoned, not so much while sober but with practice you will find it easy.
If at any point you tense up, a stray image enters your mind or you are disturbed, just fix your mind back on your image and start to relax again. I can fall asleep in the middle of the day when i'm not tired using this technique, it usually take about 10-15 minutes to drop off to sleep, at which point you will likely start to dream about whatever your image was, which will mean you won't wake up again because your mind will be in a place it finds comfortable.
I am not all new-age hippy or anything, i actually studied physics at Uni, but this stuff works and there is a science to it. Its all mind over matter.
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On October 20 2010 23:33 Rotodyne wrote:Sounds like the most fake story ever but whatever. The rest of the story is probably just as much of a hyperbole, that's 4.5million grams LOL Show nested quote +I guess going to the movies with you must be the shittiest thing ever. Shut the fuck up. Movies don't try to represent themselves as fact. On an anonymous internet forum we should at least be honest with eachother
Ignorance is bliss when it comes to stories I enjoy, especially in a thread like this.
I'll add a funny story too.
I woke up around 3PM after a good night of smoking, bought Haze Icelator Hash with a friend and we were very pleased about it to say the least. Anyways I had the munchies like a mother fucker so I went down to the kitchen to fix me a delicious sandwich when my Mom walks in. She asks me if I lost anything last night which took me by surprise since I didn't lose anything but I could recognize the grin on her face, she found something she could annoy me with. I replied by saying "Nope, unless you found my keys" which I lost a couple of days earlier. She grabbed something out of her back that shocked me for a good 10 seconds, it was a bag with 19 joints. Supposedly she found them outside and considering her suspicion I smoked weed it was an easy 1+1 for her.
Lucky for me they weren't mine but you could understand my interest in her findings. After her being a bitch and fucking with me with her inside jokes and humor we decided to open one up, I suspected it to be pretty bad weed since the bag smelled like horrible shag. Sadly enough I was right and there was only a bit of green sprinkles in every joint making it not even worth to smoke so I gave them back to my mom telling her to throw away that shit.
I suspect the bag being from a dealer or freshly bought newbie that got ripped of and threw em away after opening the first one himself. 19 out of 20 would make sense and there was a party in my town near my house that could explain where it came from.
Also if anyone remembers this picture/post. Found the matching one but slightly grinded up and ready for rolling into a nice large cone.
+ Show Spoiler +
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On October 20 2010 23:33 Rotodyne wrote:Sounds like the most fake story ever but whatever. The rest of the story is probably just as much of a hyperbole, that's 4.5million grams LOL Show nested quote +I guess going to the movies with you must be the shittiest thing ever. Shut the fuck up. Movies don't try to represent themselves as fact. On an anonymous internet forum we should at least be honest with eachother
and You're saying that in the "high thread"? ? Really? come onnn :D
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On October 20 2010 07:40 Offhand wrote:Show nested quote +On October 20 2010 07:23 D10 wrote:
Well it doesnt seem at all impossible to me.
The part where he accidentally becomes a drug lord or the part where MJ has the opposite effect on him then it does to everyone else in the world?
I dont know about your life experience, but mine has nothing to contest his story.
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Hit a vape around 8 times last night. Purest high I ever experienced.
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On October 20 2010 15:12 Sexualinguistic wrote:Show nested quote +On October 20 2010 07:40 Offhand wrote:On October 20 2010 07:23 D10 wrote:
Well it doesnt seem at all impossible to me.
The part where he accidentally becomes a drug lord or the part where MJ has the opposite effect on him then it does to everyone else in the world? to D10, and you too, yes, it's all real. I typed my life, 3 years of it, into a post about 700 words long I guess. I actually started to feel pains from smoking weed, like I had reached a 'cap', like, a human can only smoke so much weed before their body starts rejecting it with the craziest reaction ever, chest pains. It made me quit thus far, 2 months in. This is the most I had ever quit since that 3 year weed binge, Feels great. I guess I was just smoking too much in too little time. I probably had ten thousand pounds of weed in my system.... but, now I can enjoy it since I don't deal weed anymore and now I just party with it. WOO!! =D I also give it out for free now, if I get large quantities of it(I still do, the temptation is there but the chest pains prevent me from smoking that much ever again). I guess I went through a weed phase and it's finally over, now I can put my feet on planet earth again..
Is this your backyard then?
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