when me and my roomie in college were high, we used to go into the library and sit in the computer lab. we would just sit there pretending to type...then all of a sudden, start making robot/calculator type noises while typing...stand up then walk away.
once while drunk I took one of my friend's friends (first night I went out drinking with him, through some friends) cell phones (it was his b-day, visiting LA from out of town to party it up). He was completely lit,I took his cell phone and I changed his voicemail greeting to: "Hi, this is Eric, one of Dave's friends....Dave got arrested last night and is currently in custody at the Downtown LAPD station". I didn't even remember doing that shit until like two days later when my buddy told me about it....I guess he had a SHITLOAD of freaked out family and friends...I listened to some of the messages and most of them were his friends saying "man...you screwed up man..." shit like that. it was quite funny, he got a kick out of it actually.
I tore a stop sign out of the ground at the U of O. Some cops found me and made me put it back in the ground, as I had carried it down to the local McMenamins and left it outside.....
I don't drink or do drugs but I have a lot of pretty good stories about my family when they are either drunk or high. Like my cousin, one day he got high and when out with some friends and ended up stealing a car, being the smart guy he is he got a little tired and he fell a sleep in the back of that stolen car. Eventually some cops came by, ran the tags and noticed the car was stolen, so they took out their flash nights and looked inside the car, where they found my cousin sleeping like a baby in the back seat.
A high story is once me and my buddies were ripped, and we decided to vandalize some shit. We each had about 10 grams on us, so we where puffing some blunts as we walked. We took down signs, rang door bells, spray painted Joanie Loves ChaChi every where. All of a sudden, as I pass the blunt over, I see a bright light and it was 2 cop cruisers. I was under-cover and the other wasn't. They get out, take their GUNS out and ask us to put our weed on the floor and get down on our knees. Well, I said, fuck that to my boys, and we started running. Now, this is B N S, (Bathurst and Steeles) and I've lived there all my life, and so have my boys. We knew that place inside out. So we dip in 3 different directions and just ran as fast as possible. They dropped their stash, I didn't. I dip in to the town-House area my grandma lives in and I'm cutting through backyards and shit. I end up at another friends house and I bang on his back door. He opens it up, and I hid inside. The cops ran right past his house, and couldn't find me. My boys went to a local park, and chilled for about 20 minutes. Soon, I called them and told them to meet me at my boys house and within 10 minutes, they made it. It was fucking insane. I was trippin' balls and as soon as they got there, we hit up another blunt. Fucking sweet night.
I did that too before a haloween party in college. Tore up a stop sign out of the ground....it was the most fucked up I've ever been. Had 2 bottles of Mad Dog 20/20 and some weed before. I was doing wrestling moves on the dance floor like The People's Elbow and shit....i ended up sprawled on the bathroom floor covered in my own vomit. My roomate had the paramedics called on him.
Walking (many times) across the train trestle over the Willamette between Lake Oswego and Milwaukie to visit my girlfriend. Some rather harrowing experiences, to say the least!
I tried to jump on a moving train while high...I did it, but I jumped off quick cause I didn't want to die.
I'm more of a mellow drunk/stoner type. I don't go out and raise hell, I just stay in and go 'weeeeeeee!!!'.
i'm pretty mellow when i'm stoned. i like to trip out though...just go around and freak people out by doing crazy stoner stuff.
