If my last post was too long, basically I tripped balls.
However when I got to work Saturday I was still kinda tripping. Delivering pies high is easy as shit, but tripping is different.
Lets just say those were some scary pizzas.
Dear god. Describing my trip Friday night is kinda impossible, but I will try in a list format -
Downed 3oz of Delsym
Smoked a Bowl
Sat around for an hour and a half, started hitting 1st plateau (on DXM there are 4 plats, with 1 being kinda like drunk and high, 2 kinda like a shrooms trip, 3 like ketamine and 4 like a LOT of ketamine)
Nothing really happened, hit another bowl with my bro who was also tripping
Shit hits the fan. Weed “kicks in” the dxm, and suddenly the world is crazy. From here on out things get a bit hard to place in order. I remember everything, just not the order in which it happens (time and space have no meaning on DXM)
Me and my bro were at a park having a lightsaber battle on a playground. We went inside and I turned into a cat, and in my dissociated mind I BELIEVED I WAS A CAT so it was up to my friend to go get meds to help me. So he went behind the couch and shook up an experiment (of nothing but hallucinations of course) and gave it to me, saving me from being a Cat.
All of this we had recorded, and soon while we were recording we decided to read each others minds. After several successful attempts, THE PROGRAM CRASHED. We then issued several frantic videos explaining a government cover-up on the affects of DXM.
We got on chat roulette. OH GOD. Talked to a few random people, talked to a 40 year old group from New Zea-land about to partake in a 3 way. Got to see some 40 year old titties. They wanted me to partake. I tried to fly but couldnt get there.
Met a Mexican girl whom me and my bro fell in love with (DXM causes a strange closeness with everyone you come in contact with) Decided we would marry her. Added her on facebook. Decided to leave her to my friend since I have a girlfriend. Plus she lives in Mexico.
Noticed it was 7am and that my vision was still crazy. Went to sleep.
Also this. One of my favorite bands, perhaps because I can associate with their lyrics. That may or may not be a bad thing.
Plus they are just fucking godly.
Alright well I am balls tired, and have work in 30 mins but I just picked up a 3oz bottle of delsym and im ready to trip balls. Also, my best friend (also in the pizza business) just came home from college this weekend with a G of some dank shit.
Tonight, I will either get fucked up high, or trip balls on DXM. Either way, its gonna be a night to remember.
Alright guys, it’s 3 am and I have class in about 7 hours, and then after class I have work. After work, I have getting stoned off my ass. Chances are, I won’t smoke prior to work tomorrow, but I do promise you that tomorrow night I will be high as a kite.
Today I drove around for a while (not during work) while pretty high. Its always so much prettier then sober - the colors of the world seem to be so much more abstract and real at the same time. Its impossible to describe to someone who has never seen it, but it is a thing of beauty.
Tomorrow night I will report my deeds to you all. Until then, may your tokes be glorious and your pizzas tasty.
It was a few weekends ago I decided that I would make this blog.
To answer some very easy preliminary questions, yes these are true stories. Yes, I really am a pizza delivery guy. Yes, I really do all the things I will be blogging about.
For obvious reasons, I have chosen to leave my identity unrevealed, since the purpose of this blog is to state my experiences using drugs and delivering pizzas. If I simply used my name, well I’d be fired and my family would be very disappointed to say the least. Plus, the activities I will be discussing will not necessarily be legal either, so I find that ambiguity may be the best choice for me.
If you really want to know who I am, look no further then the guy delivering your pizza. I am every delivery guy, and they are all me. Not to say every delivery guy is stoned, or even does drugs at all, but I represent not only myself, but a huge group of people.
So why read this? Well I’m not 100% sure. I’m not here to post a bunch of pictures so everyone can LOL at them. I’m here to tell stories. Some will be funny. Some will be sad. Some will be scary. Some you may relate to.
Really, the question you have to ask yourself is, do I care about some stoned dude who drives peoples pizzas to them? If the answer is yes, then read on.
