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Continuing the topic of banned substances (drugs), I remembered another story. It didnāt happen to me, but I was slightly involvedājust a tiny bit. From my side, there was nothing criminal, hahaha. In the Dominican Republic, drugs are one of the most serious offenses under the law, and they come with long prison sentences. And Dominican prisons are the last place youād want to end up (actually, any prison is a bad place to beāunless maybe itās in Finland or Sweden))), Iāll explain more about that later. But one guy did manage to end up there. I didnāt know him well, but our social circles occasionally overlapped.
Considering the level of corruption thereāwhich is completely out in the open, and where police often straight-up offer you to pay a bribeāitās actually hard to end up in prison for something like that if you have at least some money. But this guy made a big mistake. Probably, being in that laid-back atmosphere for a long time, combined with frequent marijuana use, made him overly careless. The point is, he didnāt leave the illegal stuff at home when he was going somewhere, and they found it in his pockets right at the airport. Theoretically, he mightāve still been able to pay someone off even there, but it would have cost much moreāand as far as I know, he didnāt have any money at all... 0 reply
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The brownie was really good and there were no signs of trouble. Everyone was having fun, and so was I, for a while. But my fun had nothing to do with the drug cake. Then it turned out that my body reacts very badly to marijuana/hashish or whatever it's called. While everyone else was experiencing positive and pleasant effects, I suddenly felt terrible. I don't know exactly what happened, but it had something to do with my blood pressure - dropped or jumped, I'm not sure. My vision went black, I almost lost my peripheral vision, my head started to hurt like crazy, there was a strong pressure in my ears, and worst of all, my legs almost gave out. I leaned against the wall, but I couldn't get up, so I just slid to the floor.
Meanwhile, everyone else was getting what they wanted and finding what was happening to me funny. There was no point in hoping for their help. Maybe I would have called an ambulance, but I didn't know how, I didn't know where my phone was, and I might have gotten into trouble with the police (because the Dominican Republic has very harsh penalties for drug crimes). I crawled back to my room and lay down on my bed. I felt terrible - my pulse was pounding in my ears so loudly I could barely hear anything, my vision was almost gone, my body wasn't responding to me, and my head was killing me.
It seemed to last forever... but eventually it passed. Somehow I came to my senses - I think it only took a couple of hours. No one was home, the room was a mess, and everyone had gone somewhere, leaving the door open... 1 reply
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This time, everyone gathered at my house. There were about ten people, maybe more. I used to throw parties because I had a huge grill and the host was a great guy who never got mad or complained about the parties. Even when I drunkenly tried to chip ice off the freezer with a knife and ended up breaking the fridgeš
, the guy just replaced it and didnāt even charge me even though I offered to buy a new one.
Anyway, the Colombian brownie was delivered right to our house, as if weād ordered a pizza. It was a pretty big cake or muffin, I donāt even know what to call it. It was cut into pieces beforehand so we wouldnāt overdo it, and we were warned that the cake was āreally badā and that eating more than two slices was strictly not recommended. I donāt know how much it cost; someone in our group paid for it and didnāt ask anyone for money. Everyone had fun and ate one piece. I also ate only one piece, honestly, just one. I was careful, but it didn't save me... 0 reply
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I'll continue where I left off on Friday - about my unsuccessful attempts to "get acquainted" with weed/marijuana. I tried it before, even before my trip to the Dominican Republic, but probably due to inexperience (although I still don't have any, hahaha))) we were probably sold parsley or some other random herb, so there was no effect at all.
But this time it was the real thing - although the effect for me was worse than no effect at all. We gathered at a friend's house to watch a movie, and at some point someone offered to smoke. No one objected - neither did I. Pretty quickly they assembled a setup from a bucket of water, a plastic bottle and foil, then we went out to the balcony and got to work.
I knew what kind of device it was, but I had never used one before. When it was my turn, I took a drag without hesitation and... it felt like I burned my throat. I don't know exactly what happened, but it was very painful - I started coughing like crazy and almost threw up, which made it even more painful.
That's how we watched the movie - everyone happy and cheerful, and I was suffering and coughing. Of course, there was no pleasant effect, only pain and suffering, hahaha))) 2 replies
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I still don't understand how I got home - I didn't have any money with me. Johnny took me back to the hotel, because scooters are prohibited on the hotel grounds. And it was about 15 km from the Hard Rock Hotel to my house. The main thing is, I don't understand why I went home at all - I could have stayed at the hotel for another day, but for some reason I took my heavy backpack with gear and, drunk without money, at night, somehow (nobody knows how, not just me) got home... I'm an idiot, ha-ha-ha))) Luckily, all the gear was intact, and I myself was fine - I didn't even have a hangover. That's how this beauty contest among prostitutes ended for me))) A week later I got paid for the work, and no one asked for photos, so I didn't even process them - I just converted them to JPEG and dumped them on my hard drive, where they lay untouched until I started writing this story. But overall it was fun. 0 reply
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Right now, it seems to me that saying "Everything's on me!" to four tipsy people was a pretty reckless move, hahaha. The girls we worked with immediately ordered an $800 bottle of wine. I clearly remember it was very dry, and I didnāt like it. Honestly, everything after that is a blurāthere was the restaurant, then we wandered around the hotel... Good thing we didnāt make it to the ocean or even the poolsāat least we had that much common sense.
I also remember ordering a bottle of some expensive whiskey and taking it with me, but apparently I lost it somewhere during those drunken adventuresā¦ although most likely, I just forgot it at the restaurant. I donāt think Iāve ever drunk that much in my life.
Iāve got some strange photos on my phone too. It seems I had time to admire some of the exhibits at the Hard Rock Hotel, like Elton Johnās piano, clothing from other famous musiciansā¦ but I have no idea what I was really doing the whole time. I also donāt remember how I got homeānot to my room, but actually homeā¦ 0 reply
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After that, my memory of the story is pretty blurry and fragmented... something about how they lived in a small apartment with two other immigrant families. I remember that as a kid he got into trouble with the police a few times for stealing, and overall, life wasnāt easy. But eventually, he made it ā though I honestly canāt remember how, because by that point my "tasting" of elite whiskies had gone way beyond the bounds of decency, and I was picking the oldest and rarest ones... well, hey, fortune favors the bold, right? Hahahah)))
The only thing that bothers me is that I canāt remember how our acquaintance became a millionaire ā like, not even a vague memory of that very interesting part. But the fact is, he was rich and could afford to lose $150K in cards and treat strangers at the bar for thousands ā and the bar wasnāt even the end of it... just donāt go imagining anything inappropriate, everything stayed within the limits of decency!) 1 reply
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As I said, I donāt remember all the details, but for people who enjoy reading, it wonāt be hard to imagine the whole picture. His entire family spent many years creating the illusion that they were loyal to the party and to this "country" so that they would eventually be allowed to go on tour abroad. They returned from their tours without issue, so that they would be permitted to go again, and to increasingly more civilized countriesāones that werenāt allies of the Red Hole and wouldnāt send them back.
Meanwhile, the Red Dump did everything it could to show off, especially to the United Statesāālook, our rockets are bigger, our athletes are stronger, and our artists are better too.ā Thatās why they occasionally arranged international tours, which some people took advantage of.
But leaving the country wasnāt enoughāthere were always escorts, and threats were often made against the families who stayed behind. Thatās why the risk was enormous! 0 reply
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