The Time I got Drugged and Almost Stole a Car
Finally got to swim today about 4 and a half weeks since my bad ankle injury
I mean I would hardly call it a swim but it was a win nonetheless
I never write in the afternoon always opting to write in the morning
I want to be more versatile in my life and flexible
The ADD can make me zone in on anything I find interesting so I noticed it just doesn’t matter when I do interesting shit
What does matter is just doing that activity
I know most of you suffer from ADD
I have a podcast that goes into a lot more detail than this post will
ADD stems into a lot of other shit
Oftentimes making you feel autistic, depressed, anxious, or something called RSD “Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria”
I can not begin to explain the intricacies of how complicated ADD is in this post
There is an entire book about 150 pages called ADHD 2.0
This is the Bible for people with ADD
The main formula for really help ADD is this
When interest meets novelty meets purpose → you’re unstoppable
Now this can be used by those of you without ADHD
When I really get going on a new subject like RSD within ADHD after thinking about it and then just going to the next chapter of the book and it starts talking about RSD
I’m like this is the universe telling me something and I dive in
All of a sudden I’m reading about all the different types of medication for ADD Now it’s like a get engine of energy
I woke up yesterday exhausted after having an intensely creative day the day before where I was up for hours on end
In my past I would have chalked it up as a lost and done anything to feel better from smoking weed to nitrous
Now I just went slow
Wrote a decent piece of writing and ate something light
Looked into RSD the company Real Social Dynamics
And this fucking acronym or whatever you call it kept coming up
I thought I needed to look into Real Social Dynamics but that bored me so much I fell asleep
Then woke up and played some Warzone with my brother for an hour and recorded an hour podcast about ADHD
All of a sudden now I’m reading that book
I’m down a rabbit hole
I can’t stop
I’m getting obsessed and manic
Then I take some notes
Relax a bit and do some more work by the time I look at the clock hours had gone by
It was almost 7 at night and I started all of that around 2
5 hours and I had not eaten, barely had water, tunnel vision
My mom was coming over for some Japanese food so I snapped out of it
We regaled about the old degen days that I had
She’s the opposite of a degen so she finds it fascinating
We went over the time I was drugged running around downtown Houston thinking the cops were after me
I had tried to steal a car in valet at this hotel
Keep in mind I was drugged by the meth heads at this what I called “Super VIP” section
They cost like 5 grand just to sit there
Of course my ass I just walk in like I own the joint
My “buddy” was to my left sitting outside the section a bit
I said you want to join?
He shook his head
He knew something was up and he was a drug dealer and massive cokehead
Don’t want to speak too bad because he died about two and a half years ago at only the age of 44
RIP Jeffrey
Anyway, I’m drinking out the champagne bottle
This is normal at clubs and everyone I know has been drugged
Why was I here?
Well everyone to me looks like a drug addict, degen, or gang member at this club even though it was the hotspot in town at the time
So WTF do I know ?
I was fucked up anyway
Next thing I know I’m trying to head uptown to my condo
And I had the Bright Idea to walk
LOL
In Houston walking is like trying to learn how to fly
First of all I went the complete opposite direction
I’m so fucked I don’t even realize until I’m in this guys car in valet
Valet comes over and says “What are you doing?”
I’m like this is my car
He’s like “where’s your key?” He saw the guy get out before me
I pulled out this small black box from the cup holder
It looked like a small modem
Not anything close to a key
I turned slowly and showed him
He said “I’m calling security/the cops”
I flew out the car and started running
I’m chewing on Etizolams similar to xanax in case the cops come and get me
I don’t want drugs on me
Then I’m like wait how am I so aware
Must have been the Red Bull
So I keep running fast jumping through garages, I see lights behind me
I’m running down the stairs
I found a bike and took it
This is some fucking GTA shit
Zoomed down the street heading in the wrong direction
The cops lights finally stopped
I was like I hope I don’t fall
My reflexes were just too good for someone drunk and barred out
I was like wtf is happening?
Now I was scared
So I would scream bloody murder if anyone came nearby
A car stopped eventually but my phone was dead
Those could have been anyone
They were helpful but they called a cab
Not sure no uber
Guess they didnt want to pay and I couldnt tell them my address
I was fucked
I end up going back the way I came
Finally finding a gas station
Shell
Perfect
Went inside said I needed to use a charger bought it and called a uber
My house was plugged in to recent addresses and I was more sober
Got home and blacked out I guess
Prolly took more etizolam
Woke up and went out the next day for Sunday Funday at 2
Telling them what had happened
My friends were like wtf
But they also couldn’t really comprehend it much
My best friend had told me wtf was I doing did I want to get arrested?
He just thought I was a drunken barred out idiot and I was but I only realized I was drugged later that night
The drug still had some effect
I remember seeing shadows at my moms house
I was like oh no
Both my friends in college had hallcinated after being up for days on adderal
These were the shadow people
I ate more etizolam to calm down
I told my mom I had been drugged and was hiding in the shower to avoid the shadows
I said I’m gonna try and sleep
She had even laughed at my drunken thing with the car but then she came too at some point realizing that wasn’t ok
I told her what my friend had said and she was like ya he’s right
None of knew I had been drugged though so that explained how I was up all day and night
I hadn’t done any coke just red bulls so I never thought about it
Then I asked the bottle girls and they said Oh ya I was drugged last week
“What do you want to drink?”
They were so nonchalant like this happens all the time
Well fuck that shit
Now with less bottle service it happens less
Girls get their drinks drugged but its way less at the spots I go to now
But the same vibe is there
The men are predators seeking validation from women
The women are next to homeless and most of them are adopted or come from broken homes
It’s a fucking nightmare
The degens have gotten worse
They go to after hours more
Chasing more danger with the cartel and cocaine out in the open
They have nothing to lose
They all drink and drive
My other buddy just got a DUI
The older guys all have one
It’s so fucking dumb
We all were trying to kill ourselves if you couldn’t tell
Nightlife should be a quick scene 1-3 years max
Honeslty that’s even too much
It’s a battlefield of emotions, ego, no souls, drugs, booze, strippers, hookers, escorts, creeps, low life scumbags who all wear Gucci or think they are somebody
Most are burn outs
Some are retired athletes or shoot models on IG
They have so many followers they just live off the attention and some of them make money from it
Some have been doing it for 30 years
It’s crazy the stories they have
They have no family
No purpose usually
Go out every single weekend
Some go on benders for days or weeks
I know many who have died
I have no idea how I am alive
You don’t need to do a social circle this way
I knew a guy who used my tips to do yoga instead and had 30 girls to himself at a party at the yoga studio
That’s much better but seemed boring to me
Dude probably has a wife by now
I could only do the chaos
It was all I knew
Everything else seemed so dull
Until now,
-BTSC