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pretty much...

 

i don't know, i've never been one to care about the hate on here... it doesn't bother me if some anonymous cat wants to talk shit. when it comes to real shit, it may be sparse to find, but it's around. like i've said before, i as well as the people who know me "in real life" know i'm not a punk or any of that.

 

it's cool to see which folks in here actually have insight into the shit that affects some of us. there is definitely some good folks around here... it's appreciated. this thread has definitely helped me... that hypes me.

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i do still drink occasionally but mainly just a few glasses of wine, for some reason drinking wine doesnt give me the urge to go crazy, but recently I have been really craving beers and spirits, I know why it is because my marriage is shite and Im thinking of leaving but dont want to.

 

I think I should probably stop smoking weed as well, but why take away the things that are fun for me, I can control my drinking because Im not giving in to the urges.

 

Props to you guys though, keep it up and stay positive, now to try and take my own advice.

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idk if any of you saw my moving thread... i was blowin a lot of roxies right up until i left (well pks in general, dillys, opanas). got off the plane in paris a good 12 hours after my last dose, felt fine and it's really weirddd because, as soon as i got off, i totally stopped having the obsessive thoughts of using (granted, it's basically impossible for me to use here anyway). even with pot, normally as soon as i have a bag i smoke it, and now for the past week there's been a a gram just sitting on my table.

 

anyway, idk where i was going with that

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I actually notice similar things after traveling to different timezones. It refreshes my sleep patterns and substance abuse habits to less extreme levels. That being said, I normally end up right back were I started if not worse after a few weeks to a month. Best of luck to you.

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THE STORY NEEDS TO BE TOLD SO SOME OF US CAN LEARN FROM IT.

I'VE TOLD MINE BEFORE AND HOPED FOR THE SAME BY POSTING MY IGNORANCE IN HERE.

Will do well it went like this i drank at my buddies house than went to pick up my girl as i was driving back with her i was speeding and didnt see the 2 cars in front of me so i tried to swerve and flipped the car over 10 times on the side of the road. Luckily both of us lived through it and didnt recieve any critical injuries. Now the pigs wont let me see her till tuesday. I havent seen her in a week and its breaking me down :( All i have been thinking about is her every fucken minute its driving me crazy i cant help it . ill never forgive myself ever. I hope everyone who is reading this will learn from it and wont drink and drive its not worth it period.

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yea man, there have been two times i've almost killed my self and a former lady friend while nodding out. one time it was on a relatively busy rural road, i literally just nodded out, and then next thing i heard was a huge crashing sound and a horn beeping. it could have been a lot worse, and thank god it was just the side view mirror. the first time i jumped a curb, it wasn't that bad but it could have been if there was a pole or a person.....

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THE STORY NEEDS TO BE TOLD SO SOME OF US CAN LEARN FROM IT.

I'VE TOLD MINE BEFORE AND HOPED FOR THE SAME BY POSTING MY IGNORANCE IN HERE.

 

The chain of events that I saw and remember doing:

I turn into my neighborhood faster than I was supposed to.

I had to countersteer.

I see an officer standing next to my door.

 

Seeing those events unfold felt like it took five seconds (probably the same time it took you to read those four lines). Between each line was black. Here's my story:

 

 

My friends and I were drinking at the bar a few years ago. Shots and Long Island Iced Tea galore. My night's getting blurry while we're still at the bar. I turn into my neighborhood faster than I was supposed to. Even though my windows were up, I can hear the tires working hard to keep the car glued to the road while I was turning. It helped that my car is AWD. The distance from where I turned to my house is roughly a quarter mile. I mash on the gas pedal going down the straight road. I hear the engine getting louder, but all I can see was the color black. Then I saw (and felt) the car sliding left (as if I took a hard right) so I tried to countersteer by turning the steering wheel counterclockwise somewhere between 180° and 360°.

 

All of a sudden, I was in a dream state staring into total darkness. It felt like I didn't have a spine so I was "looking" down at my floor mats into said darkness. While in this pitch black, dreamy, calm state, I felt my arms weren't moving around frantically, my body slightly swaying left and right, and hear tires squealing followed by a loud crash with the sound of glass shattering. I'm sure my eyes were closed, but my mind was telling me they were open and that I was just staring into absolute darkness.

 

I opened my eyes and looked outside the driver-side window and see dirt everywhere. I noticed there were strobing lights that were reflecting off the white walls a couple feet back. I turn my head to look forward and realized that white wall is part of a house. The police officer approaches my door and tells me to get out. He asks if I want to blow. I refused. He asked if I would perform a field sobriety test. I agreed to it. After the field sobriety test, he puts me in handcuffs. They felt very cold against my wrists. As I was being escorted to the squad car, I can see in the corner of my eyes were civilians and their kids. I sat on the rear driver-side of the cop car. I looked out the window and see my car.

 

The following morning, I went to the shop where my car was towed to. From the look of it, I t-boned a tree at the driver-side (B-pillar). The impact was enough to break my OEM spoiler and pop one of the two screws out leaving my (rear) license plate hanging. I slammed against the palm tree so hard I managed to "cut" it from the ground like a lumberjack. I recall seeing a large pile of dirt at the scene of the accident. It turned out to be the root of the tree so I guess I uprooted it too. Instead of taking a left to get to my house, I took a right. I saw the tire marks on the ground.

 

I spoke to my friends and they said they all offered to drive my car and take me home but I declined. They said I looked and acted fine to drive so they thought nothing of it. There was a witness who claimed she saw the entire accident unravel. She lived next door to the house I would have drove in to if it weren't for the tree. She also happened to be a member of MADD.

 

I am thankful no one was hurt or killed from this and that I was the only person in the car. Looking back, the moment I turned into my neighborhood until I heard the crash felt like five seconds. The moment I was trying to countersteer felt less than half a second. Me in the "blind" state (looking down at the floor mat until I heard the crash) felt like a full second.

 

It sounds cheesy but what I see in action/thriller movies depicting a car chase ending in an accident, I experienced in real life. You know, those brief moments where everything is black for a split second.

 

It was extremely difficult confronting my parents about this, but I had to.

 

Although I heard my tires screeching and my body slowly swaying left and right, my mind and body felt very calm and relaxed--soothing, if you will. It was as if I was in a peaceful state of mind. Zen, I suppose. It was definitely a strange feeling.

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I'm still on my moderation kick. The other day I had three tall Coors Lights and got fairly buzzed, so my tolerance is way down these days.

 

I had a pretty bad experience dealing with other people's alcoholism this summer, which really put things in perspective. Now if I could only quit smoking...

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It wasn't like that, they were reinforcing my decision to NOT drink to excess.

 

I think I'm coming around to where my dad is at with booze- he can have one or two and be fine with that, and he used to drink a lot.

 

I've been figuring a lot of things out lately...I'm not sure if it's connected to drinking less but it's been interesting. Not necessarily easy or pleasant, but long overdue.

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