Okay. To introduce the night, I had posted in pandoras box on the legitimacy of drinking on clonazepan (http://forum.grasscity.com/pandoras-box/342890-clonazepan-amounts-alcohol.html). This story incorporates a follow-up to this thread, exploring the idea. The story is long, but if youve just toked up and can read quickly, I don't think it will waste your time. Well, It was looking fairly grim on the party side. some friends of mine had a concert for school thats kind of ajoke, so they wanted to get fucked up and had a bottle of wine. by this time i had already been popping some clonazepan, the number i cant remember. we toked some bowls and i drank 1/4 of the wine and was left with one nugget of dank and a few more kpins. (which i had also taken a shit load of on friday, so some was probably still running in my system already.) so the drinking hits me fairly hard coz of the pills. but, i was for the most part just buzzing, i could act fine in front of my parents while i chilled at home trying to find something to do. then some of my boys show up at my crib a few hours later, ones got a bottle but has to go home so doesnt want to pass it around, but i manage to milk 4 shots from him. then he and everybody leaves but one dude, ill name him O. O tells me theres this place we can go party at, and im pretty fucked up from the wine, liqour, vapors and clonazepan, and im thinking "i want to get really drunk", not even realizing one was already coming on. but, we can get picked up by one of the girls who lived at the apartment, B. i show up, slap hands wit guests and saw some dudes i had partied with plenty of times and had good chills. it was seeming like it was going to be a good night. eventually we get in on a game of BP, and i'm very fucked up, and O was very bad. we lose badly and quickly, so you figure i had another 2 or 3 beers. this is when the night starts getting hard to remember. i was stumbling around being very drunk, falling over and into things and walls, but breaking nothing. so, i was sitting on the couch and this dude D comes up behind me and slaps me a few times. then comes and sits down next to me smiling. this mother fucker is instigating shit on me. and this dude is fresh out of jail cause when he was drunk he shot a gun in public. so, of course, i start talking shit coz i aint about to sit here and get slapped. then he stands up asking if we should take it outside, i stand up instantly, though my coordination and balance were beyond uncontrolled, i was ready for something to go down. we talked more shit, then his fucking girlfriend runs inbetween us and gets pissed at something i said and punches me in the nose. i am not going to hit a girl under any circumstances. i didnt know what to do. first thing that came to mind was, i'm leaving. im not gonna hang around and keep partying with a dude i almost fought and his girl who hit me. i get my shoes on, stumble down the stairs and run into a wall, go down the staircase into a hallway and am followed by O. he tries talking some sense to me, telling me that i'm at fault, the pills im fucking with of late have been fucking with me and i need to get off of them, that ive been belligerant and deserved to be punched in the face. i had blood all over my hands from wiping what dripped from my nose. and believe me, this girl didnt do me any damage. i wrestle and would get nose bleeds very frequently, its not like she whooped my ass. but saying i had a problem with the pills kind of hit me on a personal note. then the two girls who own the apartment come down, the girl apologizes and said she just gets angry. at this point, i just felt like shit and wanted to get high. but, i had no buds left, because i guess i matched with this dude Steve earlier after a round of BP (i hardly remember) but i was pretty chill wit the dude, thogh i think i got bud jacked from me, but no matter, thats petty shit. i would have left, but had no car. im a good 40 minutes from home, so i can't walk. after realizing this, i called a friend who ive received ridiculous calls from and gone great lengths to help, so i hoped for a returned favor. no answer, it was 330 AM. so, i go back inside. im thinking fuck everybody here. i go in a room, had a trashbag and puked in there and in the bathroom. i was probably a nightmare for these people, but for what they did to me while i was blacking out is beyond party gags or something forgivable. i have a trashbag and am puking and denny and this one faggot named chuck, are fucking with me, putting shaving cream in my hair and shit. then O tells me im making a fool made of myself, theyre fucking with me, so he moves me sayin theres a room i can go in and should just go to sleep and that nobody else would go in. so i sleep on the floor in a room where they have their pets' cages. i wake up. my FRESH AS FUCK brewers flat brim that i JUST bought at the mall less than a week ago has glittler glue on it, inside and out and is absolutely ruined. my pants were wet and stained with blood i wiped on them (they wer brown cords, wasnt that noticable). so i go in the room where O and B, one of the girls' whose apartment it was, were both in bed. we start talking and make sense of the night which i can only remember bits and pieces of. i guess one kid left because he thought what people were doing at the party was fucked up (assuming thats a reference to everyone fucking with me after all the alcohol was raging through me with the clonazepan). dennys girl tells me that two of dennys friends showed up and did all the shit to me. obvious lie, but i figured i could maybe clean the hat, and beyond that no harm done. i get a ride home from the same girl who picked me up. then, i get a txt from O saying, "yo, this chick says that she feels real sorry about everything and that she wants to buy you a new hat, cause chuck shaved your eyebrow." i go check the mirror before i showered. they shaved off the lower, fuller part of my eyebrow, so the inside half is full with the top of it bieng outlined. so i call my boy A, ask for a smoke up and tell him he needs to let me over, this being the dude who i tried calling at 330. so i gave him the skinny. after telling him all that, hes pissed too. we call chuck and say hes fucked and he hangs up. we start talking mad shit. let it be known, this kid is a notorious douchebag who thinks hes the shit and fucks with people at every party and thinks its funny. well he fucked with the wrong people this time and took it too far. last time this kid pulled something, there was a kid who was blackout drunk and had to later be taken to the hospital for alcohol poisoning, and chuck shoved a swisher up his ass, and paid the kid to fuck him up when he confronted him about it. so, he is a bitch. he is inferior to me. then heather, dennys girl, calls and leaves a msg saying we have last night all wrong. i call her back and she asks what im pissed about. i respond with who the fuck shaves someones eyebrow off and ruins someones hat? the conversation escalades, i get heated, i call her a bitch, start screaming "i dont want to talk to you put chuck on the phone," she claims she aint with him so i hang up coz bitch dont matter to me. i want chuck. i know hes still hiding out at their apartment, coz i got a txt from O who talked to B, and chuck was afraid to go home coz he thought me and A were gonna woop his ass coz he thinks he can get away with fucking with me when im blacked out. so the shit talking ensued texting on A's phone coz mine is at O's house and wasnt brought to the party, nor do i have it tonight. so then they txtd something along the lines of "i hope yah boy brushed his teeth coz he drank piss." i dont remember this or know of when they wouldve, especially wit O on my watch, but he went outside for a while when chuck and heather were inside. either way, anything to do with piss, is fucked up, tho i dont think i drank it unless i was passed out fucked up and they gave me and said it was juice or something, but i think id remember it. as i said, my pants were wet, so i think theyre bullshitting and MAYBE if anything pissed ON me. so my hat is fucked. my hair was fucked. i had so much bullshit in it from their bathroom, i had to take a brush in the shower and pull some of my hair out. my liver is probably aching a little. somehow i was involved with someone else's piss, the specifics of which i dont know. thank god heather has a pussy or i'd punch her in the face for popping me in the nose. dennys talking shit, but hes fresh out of jail, he aint gonna get mixed into any assault charges i'm sure. the other girl, B, is chill and didnt do anything and hates that type of shit. so that leaves chuck, the bitch. the last bit of information on this story that i am sure of is that i am heated, i aint scared, and i got four of my boys who are on some ride or die shit. given, i was fucked up, and i kind of brought some of the shit on myself showing up there fucked up and drinking even more on a large, unknown amnt of pills, only knowing maybe a quarter of the people. but i dont give a fuck, i am going to beat the shit out of this kid and teach him a lesson, get him held down to shave both his eyebrows off and possibly hair, and either incapacitate him or hold him down to piss on him or piss in a bottle and pour it on him after his ass gets stomped. this kid is getting jumped and fucked up coz i aint havin that. all i can think back to is the morning when everything seemed fine cause everybody was lying to me. i went and looked to see if chuck was awake, and when he opened his eyes and saw me he gave me an uneasy look, and now thinking back, it was like i had heard he did all the shit to me. if i had known it was him i wouldve stomped on his head while he was on the floor and taken his flat brim brewers hat that was right behind him. god damn hearing about all the shit that happened to me after long after i left. after i want to walk away with his flatbrim on after i fuck him up, coz hes always wearing one. and ima jack some doe so i can get another hat like the one i had, if B doesnt pay for it, coz idk how serious that was when she told that to O. hope i gave some of y'all a good read. ill be checking back updating as shit escalades. so. a definite lesson learned in choose who you party with wisely and DO NOT MIX KPINS WITH ALCOHOL, it is just as bad as mixing xanax or any other pill with alcohol, though you shouldnt need to have heard my story to know that it is a baddd combination.