ericafuckyea
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i have an inordinate ammount of freakout stories, was kind of expecting someone to post one. 
all of them involve being strung out on heroin or being way too high on other drugs. drugs + traveling DO NOT MIX.
heres an old one...
was in NYC in 07 when I first started traveling. Basically living in TSP. On the fourth of july I got in a fight with this guy I liked and got really drunk. started raging down ave A, climbed on top of a taxi at 7th and A and refused to get down until three police cruisers pulled up. amazingly didnt get arrested. ended up laying on some matress outside some bar screaming at the sky, two yuppie chicks gave me 40 dollars because they thought I was 'funny.' Continued bombing down the street shouldr checking people and screaming at them, some guy took me out to dinner and bought me macaroni and cheese. ended up meeting two european lesbians who were making some documentary about travelers, they took me to mars bar and bought me shots of jaeger and filmed me until i blacked out. woke up under the 9th street scaffolding with 50 dollars in my pocket, so it ended up being a pretty good night. But I was covered in bruises and my knuckles were skinned to the bone almost, blood all over my arms, no idea how that happened.
another freakout, also in Tompkins afew years later. I was working on my bike and two kids I know were talking shit about my ex Joel, we were dating at the time so I defended him and told them to shut up, etc. When I tried to walk away one of the kids threw a white box of food at me. I still had a wrench in my hand and ran at him, jumping on his back and hitting him in the head with it (bitch move, i deserved this next part.) He flipped me over and slammed me on the ground then basically sat on me and held me down while I tried to wrestle away from him. Some random mexican guy broke us up.
It was extremely common when I was on dope for me to get too high, get hella irritated for no reason, and either blow up at people or ditch them for no fucking reason. I've also spent alot of time running around san francisco screaming at yuppies and sometimes invisible people (yay methamphetamines!)
A recent one. I was in NOLA about a month after halloween. These kids had just ripped me off when i was trying to buy dope from them, it was only ten bucks but I was going through some shit with my dad being sick and was having a generally terrible time in New Orleans. I went to my friends house and he gave me some packets of ramen. I left to go to Hanks to get a beer. There were like fifty traveling kids sitting outside so I became more irritated because I still needed to spange. I went in to check the prices on the cheepest beer there then walked outside to go panhandle at the shell. As I walked out one of the dudes who worked there ran after me, grabbed me, and brought me back inside. I got accused of stealing the packet of ramen in my pocket. Already being very upset, dope sick, and not being the kind of asshole who would steal from Hanks I started crying and telling him over and over to check the camera. He eventually let me leave cuz he knew he was wrong. One of the many kids outside asked me what happened and I flipped my shit, telling him that what happened was "a bunch of dumb ass oogles like you are fucking up this neighborhood and blowing up every spot in the fucking city , pissing off the locals and making it hard on the kids who actually live here." And a bunch of other dumb, accusatory shit. I don't live in Nola, I was just being an asshole.
yeah. now that ive been clean for a little while i realise i was a heinous bitch the whole time i was strung out, which was pretty much the entire time i was traveling. i would go from place to place, basically junk touring. no fun.
all of them involve being strung out on heroin or being way too high on other drugs. drugs + traveling DO NOT MIX.heres an old one...
was in NYC in 07 when I first started traveling. Basically living in TSP. On the fourth of july I got in a fight with this guy I liked and got really drunk. started raging down ave A, climbed on top of a taxi at 7th and A and refused to get down until three police cruisers pulled up. amazingly didnt get arrested. ended up laying on some matress outside some bar screaming at the sky, two yuppie chicks gave me 40 dollars because they thought I was 'funny.' Continued bombing down the street shouldr checking people and screaming at them, some guy took me out to dinner and bought me macaroni and cheese. ended up meeting two european lesbians who were making some documentary about travelers, they took me to mars bar and bought me shots of jaeger and filmed me until i blacked out. woke up under the 9th street scaffolding with 50 dollars in my pocket, so it ended up being a pretty good night. But I was covered in bruises and my knuckles were skinned to the bone almost, blood all over my arms, no idea how that happened.
another freakout, also in Tompkins afew years later. I was working on my bike and two kids I know were talking shit about my ex Joel, we were dating at the time so I defended him and told them to shut up, etc. When I tried to walk away one of the kids threw a white box of food at me. I still had a wrench in my hand and ran at him, jumping on his back and hitting him in the head with it (bitch move, i deserved this next part.) He flipped me over and slammed me on the ground then basically sat on me and held me down while I tried to wrestle away from him. Some random mexican guy broke us up.
It was extremely common when I was on dope for me to get too high, get hella irritated for no reason, and either blow up at people or ditch them for no fucking reason. I've also spent alot of time running around san francisco screaming at yuppies and sometimes invisible people (yay methamphetamines!)
A recent one. I was in NOLA about a month after halloween. These kids had just ripped me off when i was trying to buy dope from them, it was only ten bucks but I was going through some shit with my dad being sick and was having a generally terrible time in New Orleans. I went to my friends house and he gave me some packets of ramen. I left to go to Hanks to get a beer. There were like fifty traveling kids sitting outside so I became more irritated because I still needed to spange. I went in to check the prices on the cheepest beer there then walked outside to go panhandle at the shell. As I walked out one of the dudes who worked there ran after me, grabbed me, and brought me back inside. I got accused of stealing the packet of ramen in my pocket. Already being very upset, dope sick, and not being the kind of asshole who would steal from Hanks I started crying and telling him over and over to check the camera. He eventually let me leave cuz he knew he was wrong. One of the many kids outside asked me what happened and I flipped my shit, telling him that what happened was "a bunch of dumb ass oogles like you are fucking up this neighborhood and blowing up every spot in the fucking city , pissing off the locals and making it hard on the kids who actually live here." And a bunch of other dumb, accusatory shit. I don't live in Nola, I was just being an asshole.
yeah. now that ive been clean for a little while i realise i was a heinous bitch the whole time i was strung out, which was pretty much the entire time i was traveling. i would go from place to place, basically junk touring. no fun.
