I had a fourth of July party last year, took 14 shots and a few double hits of L. A way smaller friend did the same and he temporary went crazy from the alcohol, we had tripped way harder before with no issue. He kept warning everyone to keep it down or the cops would come (we were inside on two+ acres of land) and I kept getting him to chill out, only to see him return to his paranoid state. My girl started throwing up from the alchy and I moved her upstairs (where she continued to barf lol). By the time I came downstairs I heard "3909 Southall Lane" and he was on the phone. Immediately, I was like wtf?
I took the phone from him and hung up the call with 911. I was pretty pissed since I was drunk. I told him to stay in the bathroom and to not come out. He kept coming out lol. I told him I'd knock him the fuck out if he kept coming out of the bathroom. He kept coming out so I started strangling him trying to get it through his head that police were coming and he couldn't come out of the bathroom, and then a flashlight shines through the window and I let go and just like fuck!
We go outside and I sit on my porch so he couldn't trample through the door. The guy who called the cops was flopping around on the grass, like a fish, and screamed LSD! at one point. lmao, I was just like wtf dude?
They illegally enter my house, the cops reasoning was that the hookah was a bong and the ash on the table next to the hookah was coke, grey coke. What's funnier is the cops walk upstairs and did not see my foot and a half bong on the top shelf next to the stairs, rofl. They did take notice of my full metal airsoft gun and told me I had an ATF violation for having a suppressor (wonder what they thought when they saw a suppressed m4 in this 18 year old's house).
My girl's dad inevitably came and thought I was a piece of shit since I was in the back of a cop car but then he completely forgave me the next day, what a cool fella.
Then I sorta told the cop arresting me how he works for a corrupt government as a tool to enslave humanity - something along those lines. Probably coulda said it nicer, but I was drunk.
lol, looking back, I did not handle it the proper way, but the way it happened was completely worth going to jail for a night, it was a learning experience and totally funny in retrospective. I have drank once since then, I'm gonna keep it to a once-twice a year thing tops.
Alcohol is poison.
Sadly, I had a worse experience on alcohol than this where I convinced myself I couldn't do anything and tried to give myself cancer by smoking 8 stogs in a row. I was having a bad trip, bad sip? Definitely scared the shit out of my girl, things changed after that, oh well.
Yeah, I'll stick to the herb and an occasional psychedely.