I call bullshit on all of your stories, so save them for someone gullible who cares.
Well good! Cuz I got a story about that "Special K" stuff.
Yeah, so it's like..Guavaween in Ybor City, and we had all access to this 1 club.
We go upstairs and see this this kid we see..around, and he invites us into the VIP to come do some "Special K" with him.
He's got girls and everything with him.
Yeah, we don't do that; We go out on the balcony and smoke a doober and watch the parade a little while and drink a beer.
By the time we got done with that, and come back in, EMTs are hauling him out the VIP strapped to a gurney and he's foaming at the mouth. Yikes!
That stuff ain't good. No. I hope he lived.
Damn, that the same night the last call was Bacardi 151, that's all they had left, and we hit it, and me and somebody else puked almost immediately. Outside..we both busted outside and puked. 4 others did not.
They held it. I couldn't do it. That stuff was rough.
Giving that girl Ketamine was a bad thing. Grounds for criminal charges and expulsion.