A Journey To Remember

Now, before you read this just know that I KNOW it was an incredibly stupid move so you don't need to point that out in your posts. But, with doing something insanely dumb (such as this) and not getting in any trouble always leads to a great story. I'll try to remember the story as precisely as possible but it happened over 6 months ago, so some details may be a bit fuzzy. Please take the time to read this, I'll try to make it as entertaining as possible.

Alright, let's begin this adventure. My friend planned a trip to his home town of Navarre, Florida for a weekend, and wanted me to go with him. We were both living in Kissimmee, Florida at the time and we had about a 6 hour drive to look forward to. What does every long road trip need? You guessed it; marijuana. On Thursday we gathered all the essentials. We bought about an ounce of some pretty dank weed to prepare us for our mini-vacation. If we needed more mary jane, we'd be able to get it from his old friends in Navarre. We had been discussing this trips for weeks and it was highly anticipated. We were chilling at his apartment all of Thursday and I guess the anxiety caught up with us. We were planning on going to sleep early, around 11 PM, so we could get up early and hit the road. But it was around midnight when my friend got the phone call that would change the course of our mini-vacation.

My friend got off the phone and I eyed him like a hawk waiting for an explanation. He said these words to me, "let's go," and we were off. We went for a little drive to a place that I was familiar with. He stops the car at the destination and told me to wait in the car. About ten minutes later he comes back out and reveals to me that he bought an 8-ball of some flake. Now, I've done blow numerous times up to this point in my life and I immediately got excited. I was not however ready for this shit. This was some yellow shit. The type of blow that makes you binge just by looking at it. He told me we were just going to get wired all night and make the drive in the morning. We got back to his place around 1 AM and began to play in the snow. We each started with one huge rail and as soon as those little snowflakes hit my nose, I knew this was some grade A shit. I've never had a cocaine experience like this one before.

I love discussing absurd and personal things when I'm all yayed up, but this shit took me to a new level. It allowed me to bond with my friend on a level I didn't think was possible. After doing another line within the hour and smoking a blunt, I was in a state of pure bliss. We discussed our fears, childhood experiences, past relationships with friends, current relationships with family members, and I know I sound like a pussy, but it brought me to tears at one point when I was explaining something very personal to him. I never knew cocaine could ever have that effect on me. We were talking for what seemed like thirty minutes, but before we knew it, in between smoking bong load after bong load, it was already 4 AM. We wanted to be on the road by 6 AM, and remember we've only done 2 lines up to this point. We proceeded to do a few more lines in the next 2 hours, and then we got our shit together and started focusing on the trip ahead of us. We were already packed, and we double checked to make sure we had everything. Before we left, we realized we still had 2 G's of this flake left. Trust me, I've done enough blow to know what's good and what's not, and this was some of the best shit I've ever had. So, we decide to bring it with us trying to convince ourselves we could save it for our weekend in beautiful Navarre.

My friend didn't want to drive, so I drove his truck and got on the highway, and we were off to our destination. Now, I would like you to know what we had on us to begin our journey. In the car we had; a little less than ounce of marijuana, 2 grams of cocaine, 10 xanax bars, 15 percs, and 3 bottles of Souther Comfort. If we got pulled over, we were fucked. And I don't mean fucked, I mean, FUCKED. But fuck it, to have a good trip you need to take risks, right? Ha, we were driving for no more than 30 minutes when we decided to pull over and do another line. We said fuck it, we wanted to get rid of the cocaine as fast as we could, and what better way to make a long drive, short. Every rest stop we pasted from that point we did a line. Man, cocaine is a powerful drug. I wish I had the journal we were keeping for this journey as we were both writing down what was going on in our minds but it got lost somehow. We get about half way there and we probably had a little less than a gram of the flake left. We drove for another hour, pulled over one last time, divided that shit into 2 huge lines, and it was up our nose like a vacuum. We have 3 more hours of driving. After driving those 3 hours, I now know what it would feel like to try and bust a nut to fat lesbian porn, it took forever. Come downs for coke are the worst, and the situation we were in didn't help one bit.

My friend decided he wanted to drive the rest of the way there and so we switched off. Well, he took a wrong turn somewhere in Tallahassee, which resulted in an hour long detour. When you're coming down from some good yak, detours will piss you off more than that scratch you have underneath your ball sack. We were frustrated at this point, not only with each other, but with ourselves. We got back on track, rolled up another blunt, and tried to relax. The worst was yet to come. We're now back to being about 2 hours away from Navarre when one of the worst down falls of rain happened. It had to be some type of metaphor. My friend hates driving in the rain, so I took the wheel again. I can be honest when I say I'm an above average driver so weather conditions, even though they're a bitch, I can handle. But this, this was ridiculous. I was driving, and the rain started falling so hard I couldn't see the roads, I had no idea where I was going, I just kept close behind the car in front of me as I could, following those two little red lights. We needed to pull over, but we couldn't even tell a suitable place to do so. It finally let up a little bit, and I found a spot and pulled over. Talk about a fucking buzz kill. We stayed off the road and actually both us fell asleep for a good hour. We woke up pissed off, and decided to pop a xanax. Probably not the greatest decision, but I think I would have fallen asleep behind the wheel other wise. We get back on the road and the last stretch began. It was probably around 2 PM at this time have you know. We should have been there around 1 PM. We were running a bit late, I guess you could say. After 30 minutes of driving, we sparked another blunt, and my drink from the bar started to kick in. Man xanax can do wonders. It gave me new life. It made me forget all the shit we just went through and it put one thing on my mind, those white sandy beaches in Navarre. This is where the adventure got a bit hazy, and I can't really remember it, but we got to Navarre, finally, around 4:30 PM. We parked in a McDonalds parking lot, got some food, and took a nap. We woke up around 6 PM, and my friend then got a hotel, right on the beach, man was it great.

As soon as I walk in the hotel, I fall face first on to the bed. I was exhausted, and relieved at the same time. Never has a hotel bed felt more comfortable than that one did. I told my friend I was just going to take a nap, wake me up if anything was going to go down. I wake up around 11 PM surrounded by people I had never seen before. Of course, these were all of my friend's old friends, and he introduced me accordingly explaining to them the crazy experience we just went through. There was about 10 people in our room for 2, and we completely baked that thing out. We got drunk, went down to the beach, and chillaxed. All the people there I met, I'll never forget. They were kind, friendly, interesting, and pretty much the same as me, so I got along great with them, as my friend assured me I would in the first place. The rest of weekend was nothing but us getting fucked up off PK's, MJ, and alcohol. If I could go into detail, I would, but it was like a dream. I've never so much fun in my life and not been able to describe it afterwards. Having a hotel on the beach, and these beaches were beautiful, is fucking awesome. We went to the beach, to various creeks, we attended some crazy ass parties, and before we knew it, it was all over. My friend bought a couple of OC 80's off his friend before we made our long journey back to Kissimmee, and we were ready to go. We also had to buy a quarter of some dro, since the ounce was gone within the first day or so. The trip back, I don't even want to discuss. It was horrible. It was such a drag I guess you could say, knowing I was going back to reality. It's that feeling you get after you hook up with a real hot chick drunkily at a party, and then you wake up knowing you'll never see her again.

The best way to explain this trip is, it was a fucking roller coaster. I could have never guessed it was going to go like it turned out. I don't know if I grabbed any of you with this story, but if you took the time to read it, hopefully it brought a smile to your face, that's all I wanted. I know I may it sound like hell at some points but I would do it again in a heart beat. The only parts that sucked was the drive there, and the drive back. Friday night, Saturday, and Sunday are times that were amazingly incredible. I wish you all could experience something such as this. It was definitely something I'll never forget.

Like I said, I don't know who will actually read this, but I hope you do, and give me some feedback on it. It would be greatly appreciated. I have countless stories all fucked up as this, that I'm sure I'll post sometime in the future but until then, I'm out like a fat kid in dodge ball!



*Lights a joint*




P.S. - I'm not proof reading this before I post it, so fuck you grammar police. <3

 

It really was man, trips like this are life changing, even if it's in the smallest ways.

 

Yeah man, it definitely gives me chills.

What other kind of family fun is there?

Haha, that's awesome man, you will have an AWESOME time in Miami, trust me. That's kind of what our tripped turned into, I remember we had a brief discussion about it as well, joking around saying we need to get some laughers, uppers, downers, and some screamers, and mescaline of course. You're going to be taking all that on the plane though? I really wouldn't worry about anything except the Mary Jane, I've taken all types of pills and even acid on a plane before, and even a couple of grams of MJ, but nothing too big.