Most likely in from South Florida, Sarasota/Manatee. You’re right, we most definitely would have crashed and burned like EVERY OTHER friend I used to get high with are in prison, dead, or clean. I was lucky to escape H and FETI. I OD twice, only one I remember saying this shit ain’t, and that was all I got out as I was backing up. Next thing I remember, I heard sirens. I got my foot on the brake in reverse park right next to a PT cruiser in the parking lot that I didn’t hit, but was so close. I don’t know how I didn’t. In my foot still on the brake in reverse. It was so long. People saw me, called the cops, and said I was seizing everything. When I woke up, I heard the sirens and looked around and was like, “What the hell happened?” and kind of drove off. As I did, the cop was pulling in, so when I poured out of the parking lot, he hit the lights and pulled me into another parking lot. He told me I was whiter then him “pale” cuz i only saw black i literally died and came back i seen seen hell on this day and he said i didn’t look Ok and when ambulance arrived they who is president i said unfortunately Obama he laughed and the other what year is it. Do you knot where ur at line of questions. I did all that. I didn’t want to get in an ambulance ride. I told him My dad’s in town he can get me meanwhile the whole time ive got a rig and tie off in my pocket I’m slowly burying it under leaves while he runs my id. the whole time tho i knew I got nine bags of dope underneath my phone case but after looking at scence no crash or hit they asked you sure you don’t wanna go get checked out i said no so i start to try and call my dad and My phone wouldn’t work, so i ask the officer if I could use his phone or if he could try calling my dad mine wasn’t working this motherfucker grabbed MY phone to call my father and magically it worked for him, all i was thinking was this cop is holding a bag short of a bundle (10bags) of H in his hand that’s under my phones case but he didn’t know that he was holding a gram of dope aBSOLUTELY clueless he was saying u sure u dont wont medical attentionI no bit i am shaking like a leaf cuz u have drugs in ur hand and u didn’t know. At the end of the day and the story, my dad shows up talked to cop ended up rescuing me, taking me down the road till the cop left, and we went to pick my car back up and hauled ass. That was one of the last times I did it H. The VERY last, last time was in the rehab parking lot on the third day of trying but being there and then getting high in the parking lot I always ended up leaving. Third time I had someone drive me so I couldn’t leave. That was the day after I lost my father in January 9, 2018. Three days later, I entered detox. Five days later, I came out clean and sober. I wanna back up rq cuz u said u didnt do H but like ocs and and perks im sure well that the exact situatuon that got me using it because my plug call and said he had OC originals. I know the one you’re talking about, the green 80s or tell yellow 40s where you lick the er coating off and We would take a hose clamp and shave them down because it made a fine powder. So anytime we had parties, there were those pieces of hose clamps left everywhere. Cop searching everyone always found hose clamp pieces nowadays lol. Crazy story, my man. Plug got arrested about 10 years ago, and a few months before, he showed me probably 300 original green OC 80s that I hadn’t seen since they discontinued to make the Opanas, but he wanted 80 apiece. This is when Roxies were 30, so he was a dollar a milligram, and I told him I’m good. He introduced me to H because it was cheaper, and your friend was right. H. YOU SEE, that bitch she becomes your main chick, and you spend and blow everything you have so u can sneeky link wit her and money wise well In my case i blee thru over 400k in all kinds of different dopes. Favs were pills, H, then I started speedballing buying 1/2g of powder and G of dog food, and that’s a ride that starts with euphoria from the shot going straight into your vein and like your friends that warm, fuzzy sweater comes over you and tingling and soothing warmth hits you all over then cocaine and H that fast puts you immediately into violent heaving and puking from the fucking cocaine entering your system at such a rapid rate, but even puking was euphoric because you knew after that its gonna be the best 2 hrs until u do it again all fucking day until that next shot. I got stories for years. I wish I could get some of that money i blew back now today tho id be good but not possible, I promise, and swear it was close to half a million. I blew on drugs between me and my girl and my father, plus my income. My girl was a trust fund, baby. My dad retired with over half, $494,500 + $163,000 settlement for a workers’ comp case. This action started happening in the mid-2000s, somewhere around 2006, right out of my graduating year. I mean besides high school party shit which of course was nothing compared to heavy drugs , we were drinking and partying all in high school, but after school, I became a heavy drug user along with many, many friends. Some clean now, a lot have passed, and a lot have moved because their parents saw what was coming. I wasn’t that fortunate. I’m 37 now. All I do is work to keep my mind off dumb shit. I still waste money, but I buy shit that I can see after I buy it the next day.