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Anonymous #1
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Blackouts
#18895373 - 09/26/13 06:40 PM (10 years, 4 months ago) |
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Do you experience them when your drinking? Whats your worst story?
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Anonymous #2
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I was drinking rum at like 9 in the morning, my wife went to work and I decided I was going to walk the dogs, go to the store get some beer, then walk to my wives work and get a sub sandwich. I never got to the liquor store, I sat down in a city owned empty lot and passed out. Woke up with the cops nudging me with their feet, missing a dog, the other was pretty badly bleeding from her side and right front leg, and I had a broken nose, and two black eyes, one swollen shut. The cop took me to the hospital which I remember about 2 minutes of, and finally came to a they were putting me in the tank. The other dog had ran a little less than a mile home and got in the backyard. I'm still not sure what happened, I think some people jumped me because the back of my head hurt so I couldn't have just fell on my face and that was it, but then again I still had the $12 I had on me. 10 AA meetings in a month, and it was struck from my record. The dogs are fine now. I still feel bad for what happened to her. I'm not sure if it was a fight between my two dogs or if another was involved.
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Anonymous #3
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I often have blackouts when I drink.
Several times I've blacked out and made it 20km back home via subway, trains, and busses. all while blacked out, I've done this a few times.
I've gotten into fights and not remembered, but normally I black out and just head home, and have managed to make it home from pretty far away. It is almost amazing.
One time though I got drunk at a party with my gf at this super rich kids place, I pissed in their closet, then almost got into a fight with some football guys hired as bouncers, then smashed some cars and took off. I woke up in a random garage with my phone between my buttcheeks covered in shit. Whoevers house it was had beer in a fridge in the garage and I stole it and drank it. then i left the garage and tried to go into the house thinking i knew the person, except i went to the neighbours and tried to get in, when i realized it was the wrong house i tried getting in the right house.
except then i realized i didnt know the person either, and i had broken into a garage to sleep.
When I was a hardcore, 40oz of vodka a day alcoholic, id black out everynight, I didnt remember going to bed for months at a time.
Also, while going through old files today actually, I found an ER report, supposedly i was in the ER in 2009 for alcohol poisoning.... First I've heard of this, would really like to know what happened.
I also tend to fuck chicks while im blacked out, that doesnt work out well.
MDMA also used to cause me to blackout/passout.
Don't be like me.
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Anonymous #4
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Usually if I drink, and there is more alcohol to consume, I drink until I blackout. My worst story? Waking up in jail... multiple times. Usually nothing too outrageous, drunk in public, disorderly conduct. Nothing to get me put on a sexual predator list or anything. Banged a couple of uggos, but not anything to get my spirits too down.
The absolutely worst thing that has ever happened to me was tearing my UCL and RCL in my right elbow. I had been browned out for a few hours (in and out of memory), and the last thing that I remember was going to open a door when somebody got thrown into it from the other side. The combination of me twisting the knob open, plus brining my elbow back meant that my elbow was destroyed. I don't remember anything after getting thrown into the wall from the door hitting me. Apparently I was screaming for over an hour about the pain. Woke up in the morning, and I thought I just had a little morning stiffness (hehe) in my elbow. I tried to extend it and started screaming in pain. Apparently after I got back the night before I tried to make ice by filling up bowls and putting them in my freezer, and forgot to turn the water off and flooded my house.
Ooops.
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Anonymous #3
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Oh shit, I just remembered I used to start cooking drunk and pass out with the stuff still going, good thing I had a room mate to turn it off, he was fucking pissed when he came home in the morning with shit burning. after i did it a few times he moved out. and i learned to stop cooking while that drunk.
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Anonymous #1
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I've done pretty much exactly what you did, expect I got caught for it. Woke up in jail (for the first time ever) thinking it'd just be a drunk in public charge, found out I walked into two separate peoples houses, smashed up a few cars and stole a bunch of shit from others. Ruined my fucking life. I didnt learn though, and although nothing Ive done since has been anywhere close to that bad its still caused a few broken friendships. I hate alcohol.
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Anonymous #3
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Anonymous said: I've done pretty much exactly what you did, expect I got caught for it. Woke up in jail (for the first time ever) thinking it'd just be a drunk in public charge, found out I walked into two separate peoples houses, smashed up a few cars and stole a bunch of shit from others. Ruined my fucking life. I didnt learn though, and although nothing Ive done since has been anywhere close to that bad its still caused a few broken friendships. I hate alcohol.
The weird part was why my phone was covered in shit.
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Anonymous #4
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Anonymous said: Oh shit, I just remembered I used to start cooking drunk and pass out with the stuff still going, good thing I had a room mate to turn it off, he was fucking pissed when he came home in the morning with shit burning. after i did it a few times he moved out. and i learned to stop cooking while that drunk.

That reminds me... Let me tell you a couple stories.
First: Freshman year of college, placed in on-campus apartments. I've got two roommates that are huge fucking slobs, 300+ lbs a piece and all they did was play WOW together. When we moved in, they claimed they didn't know each other, but me and the kid I shared a room with soon found that to be FALSE. Well, like I said, these two were fucking slobs. They would eat non-stop, and since WOW was so important, they didn't have time to clean. They were so into WOW, that even though we (4 people total) shared a 2 bedroom apartment (2 to each room), we called them the "neighbors" because we saw them so infrequently.
Well, one day I walk out into the kitchen and the "neighbors" had cleaned their room, and the sink was piled high with dishes. There were no bowls, no forks, no spoons, and no cups that were clean. Me and my roommie said fuck it, we just did the dishes a week ago and cleaned the entire kitchen. I go out and drink that night, and brown out hard as fuck. I only say brown out because I remember this: I wanted some chilli super fucking bad. Like really, really fucking bad. But there was no way to clean any dishes because they were stacked so high in the sink. My idea? Pop a can of chilli open and put it right on the electric stove.
Now, if sober, this wouldn't be an issue, but at this time in my life I was drinking probably five 1.75L bottles of liquor a week. I was over a liter deep, plus an unknown amount of keg beer. Of course, I pass out. Next thing I know the fucking fire alarm is going off, from my chilli overflowing and burning on the stove. The entire building was evacuated. Somehow they couldn't figure out where the trigger for the alarm was, and I didn't get caught. Lesson almost learned.
Second: Three years later, different college after being kicked out of one for drinking related offenses. College senior. I should be past this by now, right? Well, my roommate had two cuties up from his hometown for a country music concert that night. No biggie, I go over to some friends who are throwing a party, but it had been a long day so I dip out early and get back to my house around 11:30PM. Lock the doors, turn on the TV, and start vegging out. **Knock, knock, knock** Nah, it must be my imagination. **Knock, knock, knock,** shit there is somebody at the door and I'm hammered.
I go to the door, put my hand up to the window to block out the light and look out into the darkness... It's the two cuties, alone. I'm thinking, "shit, what's going on, it's too early for them to be back." I let them in and they give me the rundown. My roommate got taken to the hospital in an ambulance for alcohol poisoning. Well shit, that sucks, come on in and set up your air mattress, we can all sleep peacefully, right?
Not right. Midnight rolls around and the cuter of the two "It's my birthday! I'm finally 21!"
Shit. Are you serious? You're 21 and your tour leader got taken to the hospital? Well, I guess it's my responsibility to show you a good time around town. I take the girls to the trashiest, cheapest bar in town, and start buying all of us drinks. Shot, shot, shot, shot, shot, shot, shot. I'm suddenly down $100 and absolutely wasted. The last thing I remember is the birthday girl getting up on the bar, and the bartender gave her a bottle of Kinky Liqueur to give out to people. So she works her way down the bar pouring shots into people's mouths and gets to me. My phone, which had a cracked screen, was in my hand. She asks if I want a shot and I say "of course," and she starts pouring towards my mouth and misses. Pink Kinky all over my brand new white background tee-shirt, and all over my phone, seeping into the cracks and destroying it forever.
Fuck. I'm heated. I give her friend the address to our house so they can get back safely and I dip out. Get back to me house and my stomach starts grumbling. It's probably 1:00AM or so, and look in the freezer.
Jackpot. Three Tombstone pizzas that weren't mine. Put them all in the oven at 420*F and go jump on the couch and turn on some cartoons. Wake up, 10:00AM, roommate shaking me awake, yelling at me. Apparently he was released from the hospital and got somebody sober to bring him back to the house around 6:00AM. The pizzas were still in the oven, house filled with smoke, and I accidentally locked his friends out of the house and they slept in their car. The house smelled like burnt pizza for damn near a month.

Between those events I greatly improved my "passing out while cooking" tendencies (as in I either cooked something completely or just ate some raw hamburger and went to bed), and haven't done anything like that since except for boiling a 5 gallon pot of water because I was going to "boil potatoes" when I fell asleep. thankfully there was still a few gallons left when I woke up a couple hours later. Here's to drunken "cooking."
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Anonymous #5
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Anonymous said: I black out and just head home, and have managed to make it home from pretty far away. It is almost amazing.
This, holy fuck this. God, I don't know what's up when you black out but for me, I seem to maintain utmost composure.
Besides doing the rare crazy shit every once in awhile.
One thing I hate most is not remembering peoples names. I'd meet 30 plus people a night every weekend at college and not know a single one of their names when they said whats up or trying to catch up during the week when I see them on campus. Like person! I have not one single clue who you are but you seem to know me fairly well.
Best balckout story that I thought was the funniest:
Telling a group of chicks the step by step procedure of how to remove the pituitary gland when dissecting a cadavers brain while leaving it intact, which is pretty damn hard if you've ever tried. I had done the experiment 2 weeks prior and the chicks were all new bio majors and I was telling them this process in intricate detail. So the next night, this random super smoking hotty comes up to me and is like hey what's up, that was an amazing recount of the procedure you did on the brain last night. I told her I was blackout drunk and she thought that was even hotter and we fucked for the next couple weeks until I blacked out one night and pissed all in her room, her purses, her shoes, pretty much everything my golden river with the flow of a thousand niles touched.
Left when she started screaming the next morning, never talked or seen her again haha. Damn she was soo fine tho, perfect 10 all around. mmm mmm mmm
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All We Perceive
Sea Cucumber



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I was hammered over in the grateful dead bar near my place when some girl came by and was like I don't want this-- you have it. I looked inside the baggie and what did I find but a a fair amount of coke. So me and some other random guy in the bathroom do it all. I come home, drink more. Meet up with the neighbors, party more. The last thing I remember is waiting at the landing for my neighbors to go to breakfast. They apparently got delayed so I never met up with them. I awoke in the road between two parked cars. Good thing I didn't get run over.
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"plus they atually think jambands are good or sumthing, so they clearly know absolutely nothing about music, clearly lol" -Bassfreak
Edited by All We Perceive (09/28/13 04:17 PM)
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Doctor Sponge
He's off on a tangent



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anonamys 4 those were hilarious stories
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volcomstoner
I'll have just one more xanax



Registered: 07/20/09
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This thread is gold, I'll have to come back and share some of my benzo blackout stories.
And to the guys who metioned being able to find their way back home in a blackout, it's amazing what you can do blacked out, somehow after a night of xanax and meth I managed to find a ride to the airport, catch my flight, and catch my other flight after a layover. First time flying too and I don't remmber any of it, all while forgetting bag of weed in my pocket that I was never busted for.
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infected_2

Registered: 08/09/11
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When I as younger (16-20) I would have blacked out from booze sometimes, pretty much everytime when combined with ecstasy.
Way too many nights I remembered nothing and had to be filled in by friends. I realised it was way too dangerous a situation for me and thoses around me.
I've completely stopped the blackouts though, I'm a lot more sensible these days. I can drink beer under 5% til the cows come home but I'll be very cautious drinking anything over that.
Drink some water and slow down on the booze when you feel it catch up too quick, swith to something weaker. Don't do more than 1 shot in the space of an hour. Let it all settle in first.
Never play silly drinkings games. (as an Irishman I hate them anyway. Having to wait my turn to be instructed to drink x amount.)
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Many many years ago I got drunk on a new year's eve, being super sad about some girl. Mixed 2-3 types of alcohol that evening, then spent the next day vomiting and feeling like a train had obliterated my head. Like I had a hunting knife stuck in my skull.
I then promptly decided that alcohol is completely fucking retarded and stopped drinking it and never had any problems like that ever again. The end
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For truly, I say to you, many prophets and righteous people longed to see what you see, and did not see it, and to hear what you hear, and did not hear it. - Matthew 13:16
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