- And so I start
crawling to the grass, because I'm like, I just need
to get to the cold grass. But I can't move my legs, so I'm like, dragging my
entire body with my elbows. And I finally get to the grass, and I roll over and just look, and the girl's completely gone. Hi, my name's laturtle69, and this is the time I
bled from my nipple holes high on ketamine. This is a cautionary tale. Don't do what I did. So I was flying to Australia. I didn't really have
any money at the time, a whole lot of money, so I decided to take the
cheapest flight possible, and I had a 36 hour
layover in Hawaii. So I went on my Instagram
and I made a story that said, "Hey, if you're in Honolulu,
do you wanna hang out?" So this girl responded
and she's like, "Yeah, you know, take an
Uber and meet me here." So I met her at some like,
bar club and she's like, "Do you like to party?" And I'm like, "Yeah. I've been to rehab like, four times at this
point in my life." "Have you ever done ketamine?' And I'm like, "No." So I snort it, she snorts it. I'm not feeling anything,
like, a couple minutes, I'm just kinda like,
standing there and I'm like, "Hey, like, can I
like, get some more?" And she's like, "Are you sure?" I'm like, "Yeah." I end up snorting another line, and it's the middle of the
day so we go for a walk, and there's this pathway where all these people
are rollerblading. And so we're just
talking and everything, and all of a sudden I
started to feel the sun. Like, I could feel
the heat in my eyes, and I'm trying to
talk, but I can't focus because my legs are starting
to turn into wet noodle Jell-O. I realize that I'm on my
knees, just on my knees, and I can't move my knees,
they're like, locked. So next thing I know, I'm
in the middle of this path with these people like,
rollerblading and biking, and I'm laying face
down on the path, and this girl's just
standing next to me. All I can think about is
how hot my eyeballs are. So I look over and I see a
couple feet away from me, there's the grass off this path, and I'm like, if only I can
just crawl over to the grass. And mind you, again, there's all these people
rollerblading by me, just like, seeing this guy
face down on the ground and nobody's stopping. And so I start crawling to
the grass because I'm like, I just need to get
to the cold grass. But I can't move my legs, so I'm like, dragging my
entire body with my elbows. And I finally get to the grass, and I roll over and just look, and the girl's completely gone. And I look down and my
entire shirt is just ripped. I can see like,
one of my nipples, and I have like,
rips on my pants 'cause I was just
dragging my body, and I'm bleeding,
and I have scrapes all down my thighs, and
my knees, and my nipples. I looked at the time
and it said 12:14. I think the beach was probably, I don't know, maybe
like, 100 feet away. All I wanted to do was
to get to the ocean. The next thing I
know, I wake up, and I'm completely
just sunburned and red. I don't know how long
I'd been there for. And I look at my watch
and it's still 12:15 PM. Time isn't moving. I don't really know
what's going on. I look over, this guy who
I'm assuming was homeless, he's got like, a water bottle, and he's just sitting
next to a tree, and he's got like,
all of his stuff and a dog and everything. So he kinda looks over at me, probably thinking the
same thing about me that I'm thinking about him. Like, oh, look at that guy. And I'm like, again,
I'm covered in blood and my shirt's all ripped. And I don't even know at
this point where my suitcase- I had my suitcase with me at
the restaurant when we left. I make my way over to him
and I ask if I can have some, and he says, "It's vodka,"
in the water bottle, and I'm like, "That's fine." I kept looking at my
watch and it said 12:15. I was like, freaking out,
having a panic attack because I'm like, oh, time
stopped, like, I'm dead. This must be the afterlife. Like, am I now a dead
person walking around and I will never be
able to communicate with anybody else for
the rest of my life? And the funny thing is
I was so outta my mind that I forgot that
this watch battery died like, nine years ago, and
it's still dead right now. It says 12:15. I don't know how I ended up
getting back to the airport or how I even got to Australia. So long story short, I went back to rehab three
more times since then. And now I have
seven months sober, and I don't do ketamine anymore.
