Well this isn't my most insane, but it's kinda crazy and funny.
It was the summer of 2006, and I was riding with a bunch of my friends to hit up this party in the South Bay. Only strange part was that the people throwing it were being really anal about drugs getting in their party and were making people take off their shoes and doing some pretty thorough body searches. I'll leave it to your imagination as to how I snuck my shit in. Once inside, we ran into about 10 different people our group already knew and were able to acquire more stuff despite the staff's best efforts. I took about 3 different drugs that night and was having the time of my life. Once the party was over we gave another acquaintance there a lift back to his place in SF and he let us chill for a bit.
Well the guy also happens to have access to some really good coke. They're passing a plate around the living room, watching The Pink Panther. I'm pretty cracked out and it's already 7 in the morning, but I wasn't going to turn down free coke. I do a few small lines this time, cuz I know his shit is purer than what I'm used too, but even that gets me good. I blank out momentarily on everything, I couldn't even remember whose house we were in. I look back at one of my friends, and she looks back at me concerned. I simply turn to her and say, "Hey, what's your name again?" Suddenly everybody in the living room turns to look at me, and the guy with the coke asks me, "Didn't she come here with you?" I try to explain to him that I know who she is, but I'm so gacked out atm I just can't remember her name. One of my other friends chimes in and says "Zharen, put the plate down buddy." And everyone laughs. From then on it becomes this running gag. Anytime I get too fucked up for my own good they say, "Zharen, put down the plate!" And so it was for the next 3 to 4 years.
As much as I do miss those times, I'm kinda glad I slowed down a lot. >.>
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