Citation: Jack. "Dark Side of the Sunshine State: An Experience with Clonazepam (exp83247)". Erowid.org. Aug 14, 2017. erowid.org/exp/83247
The doses described in this report are potentially life threatening. The amount taken is beyond a heavy dose and could pose serious health risks or result in unwanted, extreme effects. Doses such as this have been known to cause hospitalizations and/or deaths. Sometimes extremely high doses reported are errors rather than actual doses used.]
Intro:It was winter break and, the crew was re-uniting once again. We have all been in college for 2-3 years each, but never failed to revert to our old selves again during our frequent reunions, and no high school drama ever occurs. All of my friends in this group went to the same high school where there was 60 kids in our grade, so it was a close-knit family. All of us in our group (it extends to about 10 in this particular group within the school). We have a very simple philosophy, and that includes being 420-friendly. In fact, no one will turn down a bowl unless they are sick usually. In conclusion, we are group of kids who know how to keep it real; we are nice to people, don't do stupid shit or vandalize, and we love to just chill and make music, and discuss all the great questions of the universe.
The names in the story have been changed to protect the privacy of those involved).
Story: Me and my buddy Bob (we are both 21) decided to hang out one night during winter break a lovely town in southwest Florida. I had acquired a left-for-trash bottle of 60 .5mg Clonazepams and decided to make good use of them. My buddy Bob really likes benzos. We each started out with 8, which equaled 4mgs each. It was 5pm and we left my grandpas to hang out with our buddies Jerry and Terry. On the way though, we stopped by Jamaica Jester's house for some kind bud. Jamaica Jester noticed we were pretty toasted and asked if we were on pills. I probably gave a smile or something. I was examining 3 different types of bud to find the best one and JJ politely asked me to hurry up, which meant he was a little less mellow than his usual self. We smoked a bowl there, and continued our journey to Jerry and Larrys.
At Jerry and Larry's: We were there 10 minutes when I got a call from my dad saying we needed to go to my grandpa's house as grandpa had fallen on the floor and my dad couldn't get there (now I have no logical reason why he couldn't) My phone was dead at this point so my dad had to call Bob's mom to relay the message. So we rushed back over to my Grandpa's (where we started the journey). By now it was 7pm.
At Grandpas: Grandpa was laying on the floor and he has trouble getting up so we lifted him into the bed very high on clonazepam. A note on the effects at this point: I was starting to get angrier and drunker about stuff without the drunk there.
However, I was able to talk to my grandpa like a sober kid and did my duty. So me and Bob were at the house, and decided to take some more Clonazepam (great idea right?). Our minds didn't think rationally about that decision. We took 4 more each, adding another 2mg. This was at about 9pm. Between the hours of 9pm-3am we consumed a bottle of wine (split) I took another 12mg and I'm not even sure about Bob. Bob leaves at 4am
That night: I am asleep on my Grandpa's couch in the living room. My Grandpa can't sleep so I wake up and get him 2 ativans (2mg) and he does fine. From 4am to the morning I'm blacked out on the couch. My dad comes by at 10 and says hi. Apparently I didn't remember and greeted him a second time 30 minutes later which got his concern. Then he got really suspicious in my behavior and started counting my grandpa's ativan pills, which were all accounted for. So I made an excuse that I had been off of my meds for 2 days and that not getting any sleep due to watching papa made me forgetful. My dad drops me off around 2pm at Bobs house. I don't remember much of all what happened, but apparently I was really angry to his parents (I'm never angry), not mad at them but mad about something else. I then slept for a while in his bed (don't remember doing that either). Somehow (I don't know how) I ended back up at Jerry and Larry's. I don't know where Bob was but apparently he left. My other two good buddies Stan and Marty are there, but I am not sure if they met us there or if they picked me up from Bob's. That's pretty fucked up. My mom calls Stan's phone (no idea how she got the number) and says she is coming to pick me up. Apparently I had called her earlier and then would call her again asking if I called before. Bad move, she knew something was up.
While in the car ride home with mom (about 4pm) Bob calls and Mom knows its not Bobs fault (as far as she knows). Apparently she had no idea where I was or what I was doing the past couple days and somewhere in the middle I lost another day that I had no idea about! So in all this jumbo of a story, there was a point in where I did something that made me miss a day. It ends with my moms boyfriend attacking me because he is so pissed that I was putting my mother through this. I didn't fight back, he was just doing pushing and grabbing my arm weird stuff like that. I called the cops but didn't press charges.
In conclusion: This story is only concise because of what I've been able to paste together from post-experience conversations with Bob and trying to map a timeline of the adventure. In reality, I really did lose 3 days of my life. I am uncertain of about 95% of what I did and said, which seems a tad unfair. I guess the lesson is I shouldn't over do it with any benzos!
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