It was given to me by someone I knew who said where to get molly. I was in my squat in nola. (go figure). this kid bought, and gave me and my homie each a point. fixed everything up, dude man went first, then my friend, went second because I had to be the "doctor". then they were too high, so we had to walk to the french quarter to find someone I knew, and bring them back. neither of them had ever injected molly, so they didnt know what it was like. we came back, I did mine. started getting my rush, and yelled THIS IS NOT FUCKING MOLLY. walked to the window. opened it, tripping balls. and started puking, after about 5 minutes of puking, still bent over the window. I looked up, and everything did a complete 180. the roof of the house next door, was on the ground and vice versa, so I jumped out the window. and asked one of them to get water. the kid we got to give me my hit. bent over out front still puking. I see their feet, I look up, and dude has MY huge jar of pickled okra. I was like, what the fuck. I asked you to grab me water, and you grabbed the okra, you got the fucking okra. we go to walgreens, tripping balls, their food stamp thing was down, so we had to walk to key mart, got some water, and some orange juice, dude was like, when we get to burbon street, im taking a right, and yall can come with if you want. we were like fuck that, and walked to the river, sat there for a while, and chain smoked. and I just ranted about shit, and my homie was two out of it to respond, but kept intently listening and shit. and that bend in the river from the north right there, that all the barges come around and shit. we couldnt tell what was there, until it was right infront of us. adventually the cops came, and kicked us out of the park, so we walked around the french quarter, and kept running into people we knew, and I would keep ranting, about shit that was pissing me off and shit, and he kept listening. my bottle of orange juice is long gone, but im still carrying it around. at one point, I told him, I feel like im going to run into someone I haven't seen in a while. and its gonna be dissapointing. we ran into a bunch dick head kids, I hadn't seen since I was like, 16 from my home town infront of rouses, they were like what the fuck are you up to? how have you been man? I just fucking went off on them, because they were treating me all like, yeah were homies, i haven't seen you a while, how are ya? so I just sat there and talked a bunch of shit. and walked away. then somehow ended up hanging out infront of popeyes for a while. after this, I don't really remember too much.
would I do it again? mabye. if I knew what I was getting, instead of someone giving me something I didnt want to begin with. shit drug dealer whoever that kids friend was.
