Bartard Stories

Come on, I'm sure we all have them. I have too many to count.

I first entered the world of benzos with Clonazalam. I wasn't benzo naive or anything, I had a xanax prescription for panic disorder that I barely ever used, because my health anxiety was so shitty I was scared of taking it and dying or some shit. Then I met my fiance, and tried all the things. He was a STEMcel and a chemist and had 0 regard whatsoever to mixing shit and dosing shit. He'd order a shit ton of different RCs and mix it with those little vodka bottles you get in the gas station? So that.

First really r-slurred one: It was December 2015 or January 2016, it was snowing a lot, he had just lost his job from sleeping on the clock, and some basketball had stolen a huge molly rock he had acquired to sell, so we were depressed and broke, and doing a shit ton of clam sounded like an amazing idea. This is actually a 3 for 1 bartard story, because 3/4 people in that apartment fricked up that month.

That Friday, one of our best drug buddies got a DUI coming back from our place after doing a shit ton of clam. He was waiting for trial on an LSD felony, too, so that was He legit fell asleep in the middle of the road, almost to the highway, at like 3am after having a fight with his foid in our apartment.

Then on Saturday, my fiance hid all his drugs in an adderall+ xanax induced state that the glowies/feds/his mom/idk were after him. We never found that shit, and he had to sell two of his guitars to compensate for the loss.

Finally, about two weeks later, we're doing it alone, it was fluop and we had never done it before. We had the habit of hiding most of it so we wouldn't redose and redose and end up doing bartarded shit (once he was arrested because he was naked, pissing from his mom's art studio roof). Apparently, we found the stash, because we ended up doing the entire thing. He had the genius idea of going outside to fight the landlord (we lived in an upstairs "apartment" in this dude's house) over rent or some shit. According to him and the doctors, while he was gone, I downed two entire bottles of my anticoagulant medication in an attempt to rope. When he came back I was bawling telling him I wanted to rope and see my family. Who's...very much alive. EMS was called, we got evicted because the apartment was illegal and had no fire exit.

He was so fricking faded he only woke up 40hrs+ later, and came into the hospital still kinda faded with a bottle of gatorade laced with powdered clam. I was losing it already from withdrawals, and the docs were being super nasty, as they tend to be with junkies. So I took it and immediately OD'd again, guaranteeing another week in the hospital + a grippy sock vacation. He was trespassed.

Then there's DUIs, he got one once for ramming his car in a dumpster inside a parking lot over and over and over while passed out. I got one after he passed away, still not sure if it was a rope attempt or not, but I remember teleporting to a jail cell and being like ???????? It was 4am on an empty highway (thank frick) when I collided with the median. I don't know how I survived, it was a great car.

I got clean 3 years ago, and haven't had a xanny since. So I guess there's

Anyone else want to share?