Post by Mr Momentum & the Sidesteppers on May 29, 2011 2:16:14 GMT -5
This is a true story that just recently happened to me. I think there is no way I can do it the rightful justice that it deserves, but I will do my best.
It started around 4 PM. Me and my friend Ronnie had been doing lines of the purest coke I've ever done for almost 3 days straight. I had a few hours of sleep in me, but I was quite delusional. I remember him telling me how great acid is with coke. He says the trip never goes too far because the coke evens it out. Then, somehow I ended up taking a
few hits. I didn't want to, but they were almost forced into my mouth. I remember the effects coming on soon. I was talking on the phone to a friend and I finally had to tell him that I could not keep this conversation going. I hung up the phone, turned around and my friend Ronnie was gone. I tried calling him with no answer. Then I started wondering if he had even been there the whole time or had he just dropped me off at my house?
I was alone in my room now. Bumping lines and really starting to feel the acid. It was now about 7PM. I started hearing voices coming from my vent. It was of a ladies voice. I got up on a chair and looked through. I could see my neighbor through the vent. It looked as if she was with someone and they were staring back at me wondering how I could see them. The bumping of lines continued. Then loud knocking at the front door downstairs. My roommate answered it. I heard my friend Ronnie in my closet telling me it's the cops. I looked for Ronnie in my clothes that were hanging up and on top of my rack. I couldn't find him. I heard from downstairs the cops were looking for the person peeking into the neighbor's house from next door. I ran into my room. I went to the closet again to ask Ronnie what was going on. He said there were undercover agents in the closet. I paced back to my desk with the pile of coke and nonchalantly brushed it on the ground. I then casually rubbed the powder into the carpet with my foot. I went back to where I believed Ronnie was in my closet to ask him what undercover cops were doing there. I asked him, "Why were undercover cops in my closet", I whispered to him. I searched around with my hands. I could not find them. I yelled for Ronnie. No answer. I ran out of the room and downstairs. No one was there. I went back up stairs and as I entered my room, a skinny white man with black hair was picking up my computer. I yelled, "Stop! Don't steal my computer!". I looked towards the black guy on my right, who could have been his accomplish, and told him to tell his friend to leave my computer alone. I then grabbed my phone and called 911. As the phone was ringing to the cops, I ran to get my roommate across the hall. I found him. I told him what was going on. He said he would straighten things out. The 911 dispatcher answered and asked what the emergency was. I told her that a couple people were stealing my computer, but I think my roommate has it all taken care of now. She asked for the address and like a fool I told her. She said she was sending 2 squad cars. I told her it was ok now because my roommate was taking care of it. She said the cops were on the way anyway. It did not help that I had just done a huge arm length line of coke. I hung up the phone with her and ran into the bathroom. My pupils were huge. My eyes were just black, no white whatsoever. Just two big black pupils... that's it. My heart was racing which made my pounding chest and t-shirt visible from a block away.
The cops were quick to arrive. They knocked at my door hard. I grabbed a bottle of vodka to play it off that I was just drunk, and answered the door. The cops asked me what was the problem. I said I thought someone was stealing my computer but my roommate had since cleared it up. They asked me if I had been drinking. I smiled and showed them the bottle in my hand. They got my info. It turned out I had two petty warrants that I did not know about. At this point there were no charges against me except the two warrants. If I could just play it cool, not look them in the eye, I could just pay the bonds and get the fuck out. They cuffed me and took me to the squad car. I sat with a woman in the backseat. There was no cage and it seemed to me that they had just put me in a Lincoln or something, but not an actual police car.
It's now 11 PM. I'm tripping balls. I'm whacked out of my mind on cocaine. I'm in the back of some police vehicle being taken to a jail cell, somewhere that I could not even comprehend in my current state.
We were driving fast on the freeway. I could clearly see a child hooked up to the outside of the passenger's door. It looked like he was strapped in somehow, wearing a helmet and just cruising along side of the car. I laughed. I said out loud, "Wow, that's crazy". The lady next to me said, "What's crazy?". I said nothing, I was just thinking out loud I told her. I thought at this point for sure I was busted.
We finally arrived at the station after what seemed like a full day of driving, not to mention that some little kid was strapped to the side of the car and I was the only one that knew about it. They brought me in, processed me and and walked me to my cell. The whole time I made sure to keep my t- shirt loose and to not look at any of the police officers directly in the face. I knew once they saw my black eye balls or thumping chest from the cocaine, I would be busted for sure. I tried to stay calm. I thought if I could just walk a straight line and keep my head down I would be ok........ but good lord, there was a lot of cops to keep my head down to.
They closed the doors shut on me in my new private cell for one. I laid down with my back to the door. I thought if they were watching me, they wouldn't be able to see my black eyes and thumping t-shirt if I had my back to the door. They finally came in and asked if I was ok. I told them I was just tired and waiting to get out of there. I then laid back down while at the same time trying to ignore the dragons in the wall that were trying to attack me.
After what seemed like another day, they finally let me out of the cell. I paid my two $300 bonds, signed some papers as best as I could and walked out of the station. At any moment I thought, as I was walking out of those heavy front glass doors, the cops would realize what was really going on and make up for their lack of awareness. I thought I would be made an example of. Some punk kid who thinks he can pull off black eyes and coke chest in a police station with the local law enforcement not knowing any better.
It was now 1 AM. I was peeking on the acid, and it was completely draining me. Sweat was pouring out of me. The coke I had been snorting before the cops picked me up was still running strong (amazing I thought). Bad events turned worse, as I was now in the middle of nowhere walking down some dark alley away from a police station.
I walked for what seemed like miles. I finally found a restaurant to call a cab. I didn't dare go inside the restaurant figuring I'd end up back in jail again. I waited outside with a homeless lady. She knew I was tripping balls. I could sense it.
The cab finally shows up. It turns out I was 60 miles from home. After a few exchanges with the cabbie, I was finally home.
I ran up to my room, and started doing more coke.
Ronnie was still in my closet. He told me not to turn on the lights. Since I had left, he had invited friends over. I couldn't find them though. I moved my hands around everywhere in the closet and could not find them. I knew they were there, because I heard them. I could hear the party going on in the closet. I didn't want to make too much eye contact because it was some kind of make out party, and even though it was in my closet, I don't think I was invited.
I sat at my computer. Watching this make out party from the corner of my right eye. Then suddenly I felt someone's hand grab me. It was going up my thigh. Because of how dark it was in my room, I couldn't see who it was. I could feel their hand going further up my thigh. I stood up from my chair, and pulled my desk away from the wall. A couple people, ran back into my closet. It looked like they had messed with my computer somehow. I was sure that there was a group of people trying to steal shit from my computer. They thought that they could distract me with a blowjob or something while the other one steals parts from my computer. I found Ronnie in the closet. I asked him why he would bring people over to steel shit from my computer?
He wasn't answering me now. I yelled at him, asking him why? What the fuck was going on, I screamed.
I unplugged my computer, grabbed my things and ran into the bathroom. I quickly locked the door. I set my computer on the counter, next to my cocaine. I was safe.
I quickly checked the vent to see if my neighbor or others were in there watching me. I could see my neighbors room, but it looked like nobody was home.
I started bumping more lines. I had to settle down. The acid had thrown me for a loop. Was anybody actually in my house?
Where was Ronnie? Why was he not answering my text messages or phone calls?
I had to sit down and think for a moment. Then, I heard pounding on my door. I asked, "Who's there". No answer. I asked again, still nothing. Then the door knob started moving and turning. The more I starred at it, the more it moved and turned. I then heard drill tools. It looked like the door knob was being drilled out from the door. My chest was pounding even more. I thought maybe the cops were back. Maybe it was them on the other side of the door. Or, maybe it was Ronnie's friends trying to steal my computer I had with me. I heard my roomate ask Ronnie what he was doing, and Ronnie said, "I'm just fucking with him". I opened the door and ran out into the hallway. No one was there. The hallway was empty and dark. I ran back into my room.
I couldn't find the people in the closet, or Ronnie, but I heard them.
I ran back into the bathroom. I searched around to make sure that no one was in there. I looked in the bath tub. That's when I saw people from next door looking at me. They had somehow set it up so they could see in through the tile, but I was not supposed to see them. The only way I figured that this was possible was because of how huge my pupils where. I waved to them. They were amazed I could see them. It was unbelievable. They were having some kind of orgy next store. There was like seven huge breasted, naked girls waving for me to come over. I thought, it would be stupid to pass this up.
I made sure to first do more coke, then I hid my computer under the sink, then I carefully opened the door as not to make a noise.
I walked down the hallway, then out the door. I had to walk around back as so that no one would see me. It was dark out. It was now about 3AM.
I walked past a beautiful young girl in front of the house with the orgy going on. She was completely naked and laying down on my friend Jacob's motorcycle. I waved to her. She then started pissing. It went high up into the air. It was actually quite a sight, even without all the acid in my system.
I walked up to their back door. There was some homeless people laying out there on the patio. I asked them if they were here for the orgy, they did not reply. I could tell for some reason that they were mute. They understood what I was saying but could not respond back.
I went up to the door. It was dark, there were no lights on anywhere. I normally would have walked away, but I did not want to miss the incredible show going on inside, so I knocked on the door.
No one was coming to the door. The homeless people were looking at me extremely confused. I pleaded with them to them to tell me where the party was. They would not answer me.
I went back home, passing the girl on the motorcycle who was now asleep. I ran up stairs and into the bathroom. My computer was still under the sink, and the people were still in my bath tub partying through the tiles. They kept waiving me over, but there was nothing I could do.
I went and set up my computer. Pretty soon a hand was going up my thigh again. I thought I would just let it happen.
I pictured a very attractive girl, ready to give me head. But then, as the hand went farther up my thigh, I pictured some guy doing it. I quickly stood up and pulled my desk out. The people went back into my closet. I chased after them. I yelled for Ronnie. I demanded that everybody come out now and explain what was going on. I checked my computer. It was messed with again. They were trying to hustle me with a blowjob or some other kind of perversion. I decided that the only way I could catch these people in my closet was to just wait it out. I grabbed my coke, went on my bed and just started doing lines for the next two hours till 6 AM. All the while starring at any kind of movement that was happening in front of me.
Something was going on. The cords of my computer were moving. It looked like someone was stationed in my desk. I didn't want to go over and look, because they might go back into my closet again. So I waited.
The cords kept moving. Lights were now moving in and around my computer. Was the guy in my desk pirating some kind of signal I thought?
I couldn't wait any longer. I ran across the hall to my roomates door. I knocked, but couldn't wait for him to open it, so I took the liberty.
I went into his room to find him asleep. He quickly woke up to the sound of my voice and tone. I explained to him what was going on. He was not happy being woken at 6AM, but just the same he got out of bed and walked over to my room. The first thing he did was turn on the lights. No one was there. He then pulled my desk away from the wall. No one was there. He then pulled all the clothes out of my closet. No one was there.
I told him about the bath tub and the party going on next door. He said no one lived next door and it had been vacant for over 3 months now.
Just then, Ronnie called my cellphone. He said that he had been with his girlfriend all night about fifty miles away and didn't have a clue about anything I was talking about. He said that he didn't have or give me any acid. He also said that he just talked to a friend of ours. He said that I had asked him to come up to my room and take a look at my computer, but I freaked out for some reason and he left.
Then my mom called. I talked to her for a while and I told her what happened. Well she got scared, she said you're moving with your aunt and uncle in Belair. I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said "Fresh" and there were dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought, naw, forget it, yo holmes to Bel-Air. I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and said to the cabbie "Yo holmes smell ya later." Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.
It started around 4 PM. Me and my friend Ronnie had been doing lines of the purest coke I've ever done for almost 3 days straight. I had a few hours of sleep in me, but I was quite delusional. I remember him telling me how great acid is with coke. He says the trip never goes too far because the coke evens it out. Then, somehow I ended up taking a
few hits. I didn't want to, but they were almost forced into my mouth. I remember the effects coming on soon. I was talking on the phone to a friend and I finally had to tell him that I could not keep this conversation going. I hung up the phone, turned around and my friend Ronnie was gone. I tried calling him with no answer. Then I started wondering if he had even been there the whole time or had he just dropped me off at my house?
I was alone in my room now. Bumping lines and really starting to feel the acid. It was now about 7PM. I started hearing voices coming from my vent. It was of a ladies voice. I got up on a chair and looked through. I could see my neighbor through the vent. It looked as if she was with someone and they were staring back at me wondering how I could see them. The bumping of lines continued. Then loud knocking at the front door downstairs. My roommate answered it. I heard my friend Ronnie in my closet telling me it's the cops. I looked for Ronnie in my clothes that were hanging up and on top of my rack. I couldn't find him. I heard from downstairs the cops were looking for the person peeking into the neighbor's house from next door. I ran into my room. I went to the closet again to ask Ronnie what was going on. He said there were undercover agents in the closet. I paced back to my desk with the pile of coke and nonchalantly brushed it on the ground. I then casually rubbed the powder into the carpet with my foot. I went back to where I believed Ronnie was in my closet to ask him what undercover cops were doing there. I asked him, "Why were undercover cops in my closet", I whispered to him. I searched around with my hands. I could not find them. I yelled for Ronnie. No answer. I ran out of the room and downstairs. No one was there. I went back up stairs and as I entered my room, a skinny white man with black hair was picking up my computer. I yelled, "Stop! Don't steal my computer!". I looked towards the black guy on my right, who could have been his accomplish, and told him to tell his friend to leave my computer alone. I then grabbed my phone and called 911. As the phone was ringing to the cops, I ran to get my roommate across the hall. I found him. I told him what was going on. He said he would straighten things out. The 911 dispatcher answered and asked what the emergency was. I told her that a couple people were stealing my computer, but I think my roommate has it all taken care of now. She asked for the address and like a fool I told her. She said she was sending 2 squad cars. I told her it was ok now because my roommate was taking care of it. She said the cops were on the way anyway. It did not help that I had just done a huge arm length line of coke. I hung up the phone with her and ran into the bathroom. My pupils were huge. My eyes were just black, no white whatsoever. Just two big black pupils... that's it. My heart was racing which made my pounding chest and t-shirt visible from a block away.
The cops were quick to arrive. They knocked at my door hard. I grabbed a bottle of vodka to play it off that I was just drunk, and answered the door. The cops asked me what was the problem. I said I thought someone was stealing my computer but my roommate had since cleared it up. They asked me if I had been drinking. I smiled and showed them the bottle in my hand. They got my info. It turned out I had two petty warrants that I did not know about. At this point there were no charges against me except the two warrants. If I could just play it cool, not look them in the eye, I could just pay the bonds and get the fuck out. They cuffed me and took me to the squad car. I sat with a woman in the backseat. There was no cage and it seemed to me that they had just put me in a Lincoln or something, but not an actual police car.
It's now 11 PM. I'm tripping balls. I'm whacked out of my mind on cocaine. I'm in the back of some police vehicle being taken to a jail cell, somewhere that I could not even comprehend in my current state.
We were driving fast on the freeway. I could clearly see a child hooked up to the outside of the passenger's door. It looked like he was strapped in somehow, wearing a helmet and just cruising along side of the car. I laughed. I said out loud, "Wow, that's crazy". The lady next to me said, "What's crazy?". I said nothing, I was just thinking out loud I told her. I thought at this point for sure I was busted.
We finally arrived at the station after what seemed like a full day of driving, not to mention that some little kid was strapped to the side of the car and I was the only one that knew about it. They brought me in, processed me and and walked me to my cell. The whole time I made sure to keep my t- shirt loose and to not look at any of the police officers directly in the face. I knew once they saw my black eye balls or thumping chest from the cocaine, I would be busted for sure. I tried to stay calm. I thought if I could just walk a straight line and keep my head down I would be ok........ but good lord, there was a lot of cops to keep my head down to.
They closed the doors shut on me in my new private cell for one. I laid down with my back to the door. I thought if they were watching me, they wouldn't be able to see my black eyes and thumping t-shirt if I had my back to the door. They finally came in and asked if I was ok. I told them I was just tired and waiting to get out of there. I then laid back down while at the same time trying to ignore the dragons in the wall that were trying to attack me.
After what seemed like another day, they finally let me out of the cell. I paid my two $300 bonds, signed some papers as best as I could and walked out of the station. At any moment I thought, as I was walking out of those heavy front glass doors, the cops would realize what was really going on and make up for their lack of awareness. I thought I would be made an example of. Some punk kid who thinks he can pull off black eyes and coke chest in a police station with the local law enforcement not knowing any better.
It was now 1 AM. I was peeking on the acid, and it was completely draining me. Sweat was pouring out of me. The coke I had been snorting before the cops picked me up was still running strong (amazing I thought). Bad events turned worse, as I was now in the middle of nowhere walking down some dark alley away from a police station.
I walked for what seemed like miles. I finally found a restaurant to call a cab. I didn't dare go inside the restaurant figuring I'd end up back in jail again. I waited outside with a homeless lady. She knew I was tripping balls. I could sense it.
The cab finally shows up. It turns out I was 60 miles from home. After a few exchanges with the cabbie, I was finally home.
I ran up to my room, and started doing more coke.
Ronnie was still in my closet. He told me not to turn on the lights. Since I had left, he had invited friends over. I couldn't find them though. I moved my hands around everywhere in the closet and could not find them. I knew they were there, because I heard them. I could hear the party going on in the closet. I didn't want to make too much eye contact because it was some kind of make out party, and even though it was in my closet, I don't think I was invited.
I sat at my computer. Watching this make out party from the corner of my right eye. Then suddenly I felt someone's hand grab me. It was going up my thigh. Because of how dark it was in my room, I couldn't see who it was. I could feel their hand going further up my thigh. I stood up from my chair, and pulled my desk away from the wall. A couple people, ran back into my closet. It looked like they had messed with my computer somehow. I was sure that there was a group of people trying to steal shit from my computer. They thought that they could distract me with a blowjob or something while the other one steals parts from my computer. I found Ronnie in the closet. I asked him why he would bring people over to steel shit from my computer?
He wasn't answering me now. I yelled at him, asking him why? What the fuck was going on, I screamed.
I unplugged my computer, grabbed my things and ran into the bathroom. I quickly locked the door. I set my computer on the counter, next to my cocaine. I was safe.
I quickly checked the vent to see if my neighbor or others were in there watching me. I could see my neighbors room, but it looked like nobody was home.
I started bumping more lines. I had to settle down. The acid had thrown me for a loop. Was anybody actually in my house?
Where was Ronnie? Why was he not answering my text messages or phone calls?
I had to sit down and think for a moment. Then, I heard pounding on my door. I asked, "Who's there". No answer. I asked again, still nothing. Then the door knob started moving and turning. The more I starred at it, the more it moved and turned. I then heard drill tools. It looked like the door knob was being drilled out from the door. My chest was pounding even more. I thought maybe the cops were back. Maybe it was them on the other side of the door. Or, maybe it was Ronnie's friends trying to steal my computer I had with me. I heard my roomate ask Ronnie what he was doing, and Ronnie said, "I'm just fucking with him". I opened the door and ran out into the hallway. No one was there. The hallway was empty and dark. I ran back into my room.
I couldn't find the people in the closet, or Ronnie, but I heard them.
I ran back into the bathroom. I searched around to make sure that no one was in there. I looked in the bath tub. That's when I saw people from next door looking at me. They had somehow set it up so they could see in through the tile, but I was not supposed to see them. The only way I figured that this was possible was because of how huge my pupils where. I waved to them. They were amazed I could see them. It was unbelievable. They were having some kind of orgy next store. There was like seven huge breasted, naked girls waving for me to come over. I thought, it would be stupid to pass this up.
I made sure to first do more coke, then I hid my computer under the sink, then I carefully opened the door as not to make a noise.
I walked down the hallway, then out the door. I had to walk around back as so that no one would see me. It was dark out. It was now about 3AM.
I walked past a beautiful young girl in front of the house with the orgy going on. She was completely naked and laying down on my friend Jacob's motorcycle. I waved to her. She then started pissing. It went high up into the air. It was actually quite a sight, even without all the acid in my system.
I walked up to their back door. There was some homeless people laying out there on the patio. I asked them if they were here for the orgy, they did not reply. I could tell for some reason that they were mute. They understood what I was saying but could not respond back.
I went up to the door. It was dark, there were no lights on anywhere. I normally would have walked away, but I did not want to miss the incredible show going on inside, so I knocked on the door.
No one was coming to the door. The homeless people were looking at me extremely confused. I pleaded with them to them to tell me where the party was. They would not answer me.
I went back home, passing the girl on the motorcycle who was now asleep. I ran up stairs and into the bathroom. My computer was still under the sink, and the people were still in my bath tub partying through the tiles. They kept waiving me over, but there was nothing I could do.
I went and set up my computer. Pretty soon a hand was going up my thigh again. I thought I would just let it happen.
I pictured a very attractive girl, ready to give me head. But then, as the hand went farther up my thigh, I pictured some guy doing it. I quickly stood up and pulled my desk out. The people went back into my closet. I chased after them. I yelled for Ronnie. I demanded that everybody come out now and explain what was going on. I checked my computer. It was messed with again. They were trying to hustle me with a blowjob or some other kind of perversion. I decided that the only way I could catch these people in my closet was to just wait it out. I grabbed my coke, went on my bed and just started doing lines for the next two hours till 6 AM. All the while starring at any kind of movement that was happening in front of me.
Something was going on. The cords of my computer were moving. It looked like someone was stationed in my desk. I didn't want to go over and look, because they might go back into my closet again. So I waited.
The cords kept moving. Lights were now moving in and around my computer. Was the guy in my desk pirating some kind of signal I thought?
I couldn't wait any longer. I ran across the hall to my roomates door. I knocked, but couldn't wait for him to open it, so I took the liberty.
I went into his room to find him asleep. He quickly woke up to the sound of my voice and tone. I explained to him what was going on. He was not happy being woken at 6AM, but just the same he got out of bed and walked over to my room. The first thing he did was turn on the lights. No one was there. He then pulled my desk away from the wall. No one was there. He then pulled all the clothes out of my closet. No one was there.
I told him about the bath tub and the party going on next door. He said no one lived next door and it had been vacant for over 3 months now.
Just then, Ronnie called my cellphone. He said that he had been with his girlfriend all night about fifty miles away and didn't have a clue about anything I was talking about. He said that he didn't have or give me any acid. He also said that he just talked to a friend of ours. He said that I had asked him to come up to my room and take a look at my computer, but I freaked out for some reason and he left.
Then my mom called. I talked to her for a while and I told her what happened. Well she got scared, she said you're moving with your aunt and uncle in Belair. I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said "Fresh" and there were dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought, naw, forget it, yo holmes to Bel-Air. I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and said to the cabbie "Yo holmes smell ya later." Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.
