Have You Ever Been Arrested?

Once I was nicked for riding a bicycle without lights after dark.

I've never been arrested, no.

I've never had like, ACTUAL trouble though. Oh dear.

The Fuzz haven't *dared* bother me again to this day.

Am worried that I will be soon, after a 'drug deal gone wrong'. I was driven about by taxi to further and further towns, with the driver assuring me each time, don't worry they have rooms at the next town (this was Aldershot which he claimed to be a mile away from Frimley (in fact 5 I now have been told). Then each Travelodge where I planned to stay and enjoy LEGAl substances in my posseession was mysteriously full. At last I started walking and was soon confronted by a bunch of squaddies who I think had been forewarned. Ended up with me being made to eat 4 gs of god-knows-what-kind-of-hallucinagen and trying to escape Aldershot between midnight & midday. God I was so thirsty, I managed to get a baker to sell me some drinks - milk, coke, and one of those "just water" brands (with an added just something else in it. this was cranberry). Drank the 3 down in almost one gigantic gulp. I won't say how it ended, but it would make me sound even more like a nut. Just one point: all this started going on before any drugs were taken. Never buying shit IRL again!

That's aldershot alright

I mean I can't negotiate all the lacunae in your story and its pretty wtf regardless but yeah

So where are you now?

I lost 2 bags, one just a canvas carrier, because some twat in the back of the taxi was dropping loads of his shit in it (to implicate me?), except it included loads of leaf dope (I'm so not a user of this i can't even spell ganja(?). But the worst was everything was covered in powder, so i dumped the bags, scrapped it off the books the were in them, some so badly dusted I had to dump them, including an original addition of a fine C.P. Snow book of essays on a random-ish selection of characters of the period. The remaining bag was so heavy (I walked for about 10 hours) that the 1 Litre bottle of bombay saphire has to go to, though rather than waste it I did offer it to some early worker who looked at me very strange.

So I just dropped it in a public bin. I even almost got rid of my kindle as the dust had got everywhere over that, though I hope I've cleaned it all off now.

It seems they were some kind of vigilantes, and it was followed up with me being followed around by the same half dozen guys in nearby New Town. Anyway, I'll stop before it starts sounding any more conspiratorial...

Was one of 2 or 3 worst nights of my life, and it just came out of nowhere, and I still can't properly process it now.

Jesus

Maybe I'm being naive & I guess its twattish to say so now anyway but I think calling the police might have been a good idea

(to clarify, I had my own legal stuff - ethylphenidate - some trancs for afterwards. But then once in the taxi (Rushmore Taxis allegedly (do I have to say that if I'm doing the alleging?)) The driver got out a blunt (I believe they're called) and asked if I was into it or offered on, I can't recall. I said no. dope and hallucinogens and dissociatives are my idea of a nightmare, I just like the stuff that makes you glow with warm and happy thoughts, (though preferably not addicted as well), or really lose your inhibitions and get intensely enjoyably off on music or other things that are similarly or even more pleasurable. (I'd been spontaneously concocting cocktails, with partial success, for 2 hours so it probably came out far more garbled than that. Then it occurred Ascot - one stop on the train - might be an enjoyable end to the evening, but was lazy and opted for taxi instead. and then the nightmare began....

the thing that most concerns me is: round my way what people call 'street meph' is nothing like the original stuff - it's identical however to something called M1M that can still be purchased legally on the net and although feeling like a poor man's meph, it had been sold for years with a couple of court cases unable to establish that it was in any way illegal (check out Bluelight for the details). I'd estimate on no basis but a hunch tha 90% is stockpile M1M. There are significant differences I won't bore you with from texture to effect.

Now I haven't done illegals basically since I was a teenager (I did mephedrone but stopped when it was banned). I did get so fuck-faced once or twice that c seemed a good idea, but it never turned out to be (maybe taken that 6 times in my life, not cos couldn't get hold of it, cos couldn't stand it - also couldn't get hold of it anyway)

And now the ruination of my life (likely to be sacked etc) because who would believe by saying oh yeh that street meph, it's not that great but it's adequate' would undertstand or even give a second's consideration to the fact that I was referring to M1M a legal substitute. Since been a teen I've never been done once by the police for drugs (or for anything for that matter). Anyone know how much this could count for in my favour?

"Maybe I'm being naive & I guess its twattish to say so now anyway but I think calling the police might have been a good idea"

With my bags covered in about 3 grams of god-knows what (but I was to soon find out) hideously powerful hallucinogen?

Any advice for someone who's seriously shitting it at this moment.

It's the seeming self-implication that I can't think my way out of.

(I didn't invite or know other guys in back of taxi, it was driver who picked them up)

Any major lacunae I've still left out?

Oh yeh, and I'm battered and bruised, can barely walk, and hsve a bottom lip that means either a punch in the mouth or that something was injected into lower jaw (I don't inject)

What have the police told you so far?

This happened Sunday night (sorry if I'm starting to bore everybody by now). I'd add some more detail but they're so extreme that to a listener it would be a fine line between thinking it disturbingly interesting or frightening that things like this go on, and thinking: attention-seeking psycho, things like this just don't go on!

I do not at all have a clear sense of what, exactly, happened.

In the U.S. my advice would be "say nothing to anyone without a lawyer," but the UK legal system may work differently.

I spent all Sunday walking round trying to save some precious books but not at the expense of being caught with two bags liberally sprinkled wiht fairy dust. I think I've got rid of all that, apart from some noticeable stains on my old edition of H.G. Wells The Outline of History, which come to think of it should easily be replaceable through amazon, so I should chuck that as well (?) [is this acceptable or not if you don't know what the substance is let alone if it's illegal)

Monday I went to pub at lunch time, and because I'd spent all Monday night getting scratched crawling though thicket I immediately fell asleep at a table in a very empty curently being refurbished pub and was amazingly not woken up by landlady til 8.20. Having got home after what seemed like an incredibly long sleep I asked mum why she wasn't at work yet; her being usually a very early riser.

Tonight I'm expecting the call - at any second now - for an 'chat' or what could turn out to be a far worse interrogation.

I'll leave it at that. Hope my stomach-churning 'guilt' turns out to be more like a hypercondriac's sickness.

(second Monday = Sunday)

One of the worst aspects is, this stuff is really shite anyway, and I had given up on it ages ago when it became clear there was going to be no new legal meph.

Then one night, I'm so cocktail-carefree I blurt out "I wouldn't mind a bit of that" - without specifying precisely what I meant by 'that'. fuck fuck fuck.

Last post I promise: I was monitored/followed by groups of 3 on foot, who would make sarcastic comments whilst blocking the ends of narrow alleys, hence the difficulty of escape. (I recognize with all this rambling I may have ended up making myself sound suspiciously like a paranoid nut-case. Hope some of you give me benefit of doubt - if there's no ILX follow up to what I said above, it can be assumed that he former was the case. It was not, though, and surely they couldn't get away this without superiors at least turning a blind eye?

ok sorry I don't want to give any advice that will get you into trouble, I think I misunderstood what you meant when you said you were "made" to take the stuff. You took it willingly but under the impression it was different shit, is that it?

do you have any reason to think the cops are after you or is it just paranoia?

Hi, I only wanted (on a drunken whim that wasn't even a real desire and had worn off completely by the time we hit the second town) a g of M1M (a/k/a B2) which is a legal high but which the dealers understandably but unfortunately sell under the name 'mephedrone'. (the new B2, not old butylone B2, which IS illegal,) That alone should have told me to steer well clear of it. So I am guilty of being an idiot, admitted 100%, but I could be looking at a minimum 5 years here!

The 'made to take' it was the threatening guys in the back saying we were in danger of being pulled over - just put your 4g wrap in your mouth & chew slowly on it, don't be taking no dabs. This wasn't that easy to do.

So you were drunk, took a taxi to get to a place to stay, ended up having to try multiple places, gave up and started walking, at which point some guys kind of bullied you into taking something? And there was someone else in a taxi at the same time as you at some point, who put drugs into your bag?

None of this really seems coherent at this point, is there somewhere where you can go and get some reasonable food and sleep this off, or are you actually being held/questioning by police?

Pretty much. Taxi was outside Camberley station and known as a reputable business. It was covering my bags in drugs that seemed to the most threatening (to my ongoing freedom) to me.

echo mh's advice/question

Sleep this off. I really don't think the police are going to look for you from what you've said.

Whoever is behind this has already demonstrated their power to prevent me from entering any traveloge or premier in within about a 50 mile radius. They ask for photo ID which I've never been asked for before, and won't accept valid credit card as ID for cash payment, which their online site says they will. Sorry, have to make a run somewhere else now.

I think you should try to find a relative or someone, explain everything to them, and let them decide what you should do. You don't seem to have a great deal of perspective on this and, quite frankly, you sound paranoid. I'm not saying nothing happened but it's possible you are not in imminent danger and are reading too much into the photo id thing.

The police dont start manhunts for one time drug users.

^ilx's Voice Of Reason™

Whoever is behind this has already demonstrated their power

THERE IS NO CONSPIRACY unless you think Travelodge's management telling them to check identification is a conspiracy. It's possible you just seemed drunk and/or incoherent and this is the line they all use to discourage people from staying there if they think there might be trouble.

The police dont start manhunts for one time drug users.

agreed. I don't think the police are after me at this stage. I surmise that whoever has been harassing from afar [I got in-your-face anti-drug lectures from 3 burly guys - that preceded the drug-induced paranoia) has every intention of (as filling my bags with class b's (and a's?)) would imply, doing their very best to ensure that outcome.

I have no idea how to decipher what you're saying c&g it's v incoherent and tbh does sound v paranoid....if sleeping this off is a possibility it's one i advise taking

Who the hell would randomly put drugs in your bag? Are you in an area where you know people? I mean, maybe some dude who was paranoid and _was_ carrying drugs threw a bunch of shit in your bag, but that's not harassing from afar. More than likely some guys saw you talk to a known drug dealer/user in the area and confronted you assuming that you were the same, but that's not from "afar."

Nobody dumps drugs into someone's bag to incriminate him if they don't even know him, they do it because they're trying to get rid of something in a hurry.

dude I believe you that a bunch of guys were trying to fuck with you but I don't think it's a far-reaching conspiracy or anything. You have had a traumatic experience and you should go home and get your head straight.

otm

I forgot to mention that the guys is the back were cousins of the driver, whatever significance that may have.

i have no idea whats going on in this thread

No significance at all. Dude, best thing you can do is find a trusted family member and stay with them.

I am starting to get the incoherent, sequential time-adverse posting style of intoxicated britishes and I think it's probably proof I should spend less time on ilx.

tbf this is only a little more crazy than that salad recipe you posted.

but seriously man, get some rest.

Compare G&T, you have not actually been arrested or questioned by agents of the law, right?

mh I resent that

yeah. sounds like your brain still needs to recover from all the stress (and what sounds like a bad trip). just take it easy for a few days.

it's ok, I've never thought of you as both incoherent and british in the same post, wins

Regardless of whether the cops or whomever is after you, getting some rest is the best advice anyone can give you and the best advice to take.

I also think we should reassure CG&T that from what hes said the cops are most likely not after him

the cops are not after you, sleep this one off for as long as necessary and return to this thread after you've had some good rest.

yeah. get some sleep - drink some water, eat healthy, do any curled-up comfort stuff available to you. This will be ok.

police don't know or care. No conspiracy, no questioning, no caution, no record.

I suspect mh otm - the hotels weren't keen on having you because you were probably visibly in a bit of a state.

This will be ok.

Can't be said enough. And sorry about your books.

there were no cousins, only passing shapes, sleep well friend, to dream about shapes

Regardless of whether the cops or whomever is after you, getting some rest is the best advice anyone can give you and the best advice to take.

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seriously, dude. stay at home; don't take any more intoxicants, not even to calm yourself down or help yourself sleep -- no alcohol, no valium, nothing stronger than tea. take a week off fucking yourself up.

the "legals" as a class are v often bad news - if you are buying them from a pharmacy online you have no more control over the contents than you would buying them from a man in aldershot. (also i hope you are checking your bank statements on the weekly for suspicious activity.)

yeah seriously, I can tell so many horror stories about "legals". If you don't wanna break the law you should make do with booze imo

i got arrested in London when i was 15 years old (i'm a californian). it was an upstart manoeuver; i tried lifting a cassette of Michigan & Smiley from the huge HMV on Oxford Street. Had to go to court the next day in front of a buncha wig-wearers. They aksed me how much money i had with me on my trip. Gave 'em a honest answer. They demanded ~75% of it. Friend i was with helped me out getting through that leg of our trip whilst completely broke. It was kinda scary. sorta

there were no cousins, only passing shapes, sleep well friend, to dream about shapes

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pareidolia on pareidolia.

being arrested is seriously one of my big fears, even though I've never even remotely ran afoul of the law outside of minor traffic infractions.

I'm the type that when the cop approaches when he pulls me over, I'm basically stuttering and nervous when he asks "do y'know why I pulled ya over?"

never been arrested but was definitely 5150'd last summer which involved getting handcuffed by cops, loaded into the back of a squad car and dropped off at county health office

kind of like being arrested, i guess

5150'd last summer

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I've never been arrested. Have been robbed at gunpoint by the police, though.

my arrest story is pretty funny. I was 13 at the San Diego Comic Con and got caught shoplifting some back issues of Legion of Superheroes from the Green Apple Comics kiosk by an undercover security guard. I distinctly remember that I had been prompted to leave the kiosk by a loudspeaker announcement that Moebius had shown up for some signing or appearance or something. The cop took me to a holding room where I stayed for the rest of the day - since this was the days before cellphones I had no way of contacting my parents and my brother (who was also a minor at the time) was out wandering around by himself and I had no way of contacting him either, we had planned to meet up outside the entrance for our parents to pick us up at 5pm. So I sat in this tiny room with the security guard, who called actual cops to come file an arrest report. While we're waiting for the cops to show up, the head of security decided that would be a good time to play "bad cop" and tells me how if I'm caught stealing another dime from anywhere I'll get sent to juvie with REAL criminals and then who knows what will happen to me, etc. I remember he had a Don Johnson-style going on - the blazer with the rolled up sleeves, t-shirt, loafers. Anyway, the cops show up and can't believe they've been called down to file an arrest report over this bullshit (we're talking around maybe $30 worth of merchandise) and they take my name and info and all that and then say they will wait around until they can hand me over to my parents and discuss whether or not the vendor was going to press charges. So 5pm rolls around, the cops perpwalk me to the entrance where my brother and my parents meet us with stunned looks. The cops go get the owner of Green Apple to discuss what to do with me with my parents - my parents plead for leniency and (I will never forget this) the owner says he is adamant about pressing charges to teach me a lesson, and that this is exactly what he would do even if it was his own son. The cops roll their eyes, say they will hand the case over to the cops from my hometown (I was from Upland, about 2 hours away from San Diego), and let me go with my family.

A few weeks later, I go see my assigned parole officer or whatever at the Upland PD. Guy asks me what I think would be a suitable punishment and of course I say "writing an essay". He agreed (lol) and I had to write 800 words on why stealing is wrong or whatever. I never stole comics again. I think I probably stole candy or other minor shit though.

In my huge meltdown of some years ago I got pulled over after 3am, all morose on the freeway, and arrested for DUI, as documented elsewhere on ilx. Don't do that.

I also didn't think I'd break any bones before age 30 and snuffed that dream at 29.

that was a good essay, shakey

Been arrested 3 times, each time for small amounts of pot. The first time I was 18 or 19, out seeing a friend's band at a Mexican restaurant where they had a regular gig. At setbreak (because yeah, they were a jamband and played two 90 minute sets per night) I took three other people with me to my car to drive around the suburban streets and smoke a bowl. I had driven around my town smoking pot probably a thousand times by this point and had always been able to keep it down low from the eyes of the law.

We pulled back into the parking lot and I got out of my car right as a cop was getting out of his car behind me. He was several inches taller than me (I'm 6'3") and wearing a SWAT baseball cap. I promptly fainted*.

As it turns out, there was a big police mobilization in the neighborhood that night (the cantina basically shared a parking lot with some section 8 housing). On the way back into the parking lot, one of my passengers had really cranked his lighter up while lighting a cigarette for some reason. You know how you can modify lighters so that they shoot out huge flames like a blowtorch? So the cops saw this and thought he was smoking crack.

They searched my vehicle and found my little bowl and maybe a nickel of pot. I somehow convinced the officers that I had picked up my passengers from somewhere else and had smoked the pot myself earlier in the day. I didn't even know two of them, but they were all like 15 or 16 years old and one of them was a friend's little sister. I was totally terrified of getting her busted.

So they hauled me down to the lock-up and on the way there we listened to a block of KISS on the radio. They tried to get me to give up my supplier and I was like, I bought it from some guy named Dave at a party in some town I'd never actually been to. I got released at like 6 in the morning and called up a buddy to take me back to my car and then had to basically go straight to work at Domino's Pizza.

*I had this reaction the second time I got arrested too. No idea why, but I've found it's extremely unhelpful.

Back when i was doing the kind of stuff that could get me arrested i was too young to be arrested, got hauled in to the station a few times but luckily the local garda (lol) batted for me so nothing on record

When I was in my first year of university, just after the christmas holidays had ended and I was back in halls, I was heading to the library to read a few Lorrie Moore stories. Halfway between my flat at the library I got a phone call from my mother. She was in hysterics. Between sobs she repeatedly asked "how could you have done this?" She calmed down. I asked what it was I'd done. The police had been round, she said, they'd stormed down the drive in a gang. I, I was told, was accused of shoplifting - one of those tiny souvenir bottles of Jack Daniels, from a local independent off license. I was told to ring the police officer who'd accused me to arrange when it was I could come home for questioning. I rang the policeman and it was agreed that I would be at his station the day after.

The ticket home cost me nearly a hundred pounds. I got in my dad's car at the other end neither of us mentioned why it was I was there. I got to my house. My mother was still crying. She asked me to be honest. If I'd done it, she said, tell me now. Just so I know. I hadn't done it and protested my innocence before being driven to the police station. I sat in the reception area with my dad waiting to be hauled in. Eventually the officer arrived and escorted me to my legal aid representative. I was given several minutes alone with this man before going in for questioning. My representative told me that it was a saturday and he had better stuff to do than worry about this and that, frankly, if I admitted to it - he had seen the cctv footage of me entering the shop and then leaving, footage I was shown, footage which never showed me taking anything - it would be easier for everyone and we'd be home in an hour and he could go and see his son play rugby. So I had to decide: did I sit in an interview and lie about my 'guilt' or did I protest my innocence and end up in more trouble. I buckled. The interview process terrified me. I felt guilty despite having done nothing wrong. I was told off for veering from the direct facts. I remember, having 'admitted' my crime, being told of my punishment: I was to return the next day to take part in what he called 'restorative justice', where I'd meet the woman I'd 'stolen' from and apologize, explaining my actions. I accepted this. I then had my finger prints and irises scanned. I was then told I could go home. We met the rest of my family for a lunch at my grandparent's house, directly next-door to the police station.

The next day, I put on the smartest shirt I could find and walked down to meet the victim of my crime. It was horrendous. I could only repeat over and over how sorry I was and how that I knew the price of the stolen item wasn't the issue and that I'd taken from a small independent business and that I was stealing directly from her and that I'd never do anything like it again. She, without much fuss, accepted my apology. The police asked if she was happy with the way things had turned out and she was. I then had to hand over a ten pound note to pay for the stolen item and for her wasted time. I was then allowed to leave.

Fuck. That is key-razy, Dwight.

Someone must have been spreading lies about Dwight Yorke, for without having done anything wrong he was arrested one morning

I'm hoping things got to a good place for Campari G&T.

wandered back to the drawer

Looks like arrest is in process including cops on horse

Landlord is a shit-head who didnt' ask me basis for arrest before allowing them & their dogs in.

that was half post because someone out back sounds like he's about to take my mnoitor out

I have a feeling these are closely connected the Stepford Husbads of New Town, aldersbtm who pose as upstnading citizens while collaborating with army kidnap of civilians and all night torture walks, after ensuring they're filled with 40x normal dose o halluciogen or dissocaiative. Blccking paths so they have to walk all night, dangerously dehydrated by 12 hours time, as officers apparently look on a good job done by squaddie scum. This needs to be exposed

If anything happens t me:

S.Bassett
currently no fixed abode (thats really helful I know)

now they scallin the wall wih their NEW TOWN LADDERS thqt qll the white vqnw follow you aroounf with . Ruhmore taxi is a the heat of this...!!!

investigative journaliss, please get working before I get offed.

wf wow, keep yr head on straight homie

if this isn't a wind-up I implore you to call a doctor or other mental health professional. Please just give it a try. Thank you.

Thing is, my favorite musician (what srrange tems on which to meet) I would, but have before and been humiliated. this i beieve is culmination of long-stnading plan [Ominous sound of hal pipes beign carried up wal

I did suffer delusions, now i beliee only half fa;se and purpsefuly used to their advabtage. thi is like wicker mqn, am about to run into street as first half pipe smashes one of bedroom windows.
Accidental death I fear from these puritaniscal cunts

24 dorking road, bookham, leahtehehad

just got that in before i thoght montor would be smsbed. They'll tell you all about the many delusional calls i made

I wish I'd read the whole of this thread before posting my horribly faux-dirty realism take on being accused of a crime I did not commit.

I hope things work out for you Campari.

shit he's out of the dresser

I am really hoping this is just a bit of idle creative writing.

but none will be dated before i was actually attacked by the New Town Crew He seems angree at that mention i'm making run for ir /shit when i shut windows he went in downstairs, I'm trapped i bedroom with a feebe bol lock.

I can rind police wih no creidit but ;ast to, i did so they siad i'd be arrested for wasting poice tieme, becaeue you thoght you'd been followe back fro New town (had been, when taxi turned up at cc-op cCOURT SUPERMARET neare church lane,the gemin cmaberley guy went over and chatted with all the alderahot drivers, half of whom then followed us back to camberley and now know my mothers and my temporaroy address.

everytime i go to submit post exoectm bullett in head. .......................................7y4t6

especialy the nr of eastern euro assassin types in amongst them.

I'm nwo hearin oc-codinte ehihc may be my hed. my first repor to 999 that got me discredited by gurdin me on to make dlerly-heard of a soot-to-kill order agaist me point me out.

Campari, you should contact either a family member or mental health professional. If you are a fan of aero's music good, listen to him, because no one is after you and I am sure that there are people out there who want to help you. Easier said than done, I know, but the brave thing for you to do now is find someone you can trust and just let them guide you through the process of recovering from these delusions.

and the squaddiescum cunts can see eery word i'm typing

There is nobody after you I promise.

not sure how you're supposed to do this - but is there a moderator that maybe wants to take a look at this thread?

treeship otm.

campari, please call a family member, a friend, or a doctor and it will be ok.

Make a thread on the mod request board. Does anyone by any chance know campari g&t and can check on him? I'm guessing not.

Sorry that was an xpost to brio

probably not the best-advised post to 'go out on' really.

Many years ago, I was arrested and charged with DUI. I blew but was below Florida's blood alcohol limit. Charges dropped. Still spent an awful 13 hours in jail though.

Hey Al Campari G&T is obviously suffering here, maybe put your lil DUI story on hold for a sec.

Campari, I urge you to call a family member or loved one and get some help.

I feel theyre only hodling back now cos top brass must supppot effecitive forcible kidnapping of drunkor drugged citizens for all-night terrorrist triaing camp uk. just hear shout of "get him" inwhat way i wonder

I dont know if there is any value in saying this again but dude, none of this is happening.

Hey Al Campari G&T is obviously suffering here, maybe put your lil DUI story on hold for a sec.

I'm answering the thread question, loathsome toad, so stfu

no credit on phone.
i'm terrified, one of these sharp shooters iN woods behind my house will make it look like an accident, or guy plodding up & DOWN THE staiRs in houe edin o my room is just gonnq blas trru thr door and ten quickly eAsily disappear back to Albania with his life-time earnings

Answer to thread question: yes, three times.

Here's polie dogsand poice helicopters. i need big gulp of gin

Campari G&T, if you're worried about calling 999, how about calling NHS 111 and seeing if they can help you? it's free, like 999, but it's only for the NHS and it sounds like a doctor would be able to help you right now.

^ yes

also DO NOT drink any gin

would you be able to brush off

1. drug-induced delusions of imminent army with guns. that turned out to be plain delusions

2. delusio ns that got me sectioned after calling 999 appeaedlyvporing definite high-ranking(officer - here's where the sh0t rings out against my skull)

3. half the 'delusions' turned out to be nothing of the kind. Watched and applauded at the night's shows end y the officers & squddies got their quivalent or Merit bAdgeRS.

LOADS OD POLOICE CARS VANS, ETC TURNING INTO OUR HOUSE NOW
vicious dog sounds from ouside.

Modern cops equivalent to stonewall, and with basically same ssadistic bigotd mentality,

I'd feel happier if Surrey police had not now suddenly depareeON WHAT BASIS AND ON WHOSE AUHORIRTY NOTHING woulesd apoil

ed

is it possible for someone to call 111 on his behalf?

Campari is there anyone in the house with you?

Is this where you're at now?

24 dorking road, bookham, Leatherhead KT23

Yes,that's my address djp,, m landlotd has j s ferecutoroyloese a little safer.. eceot or he
admittre[ersecutory delusions/

Did you say earlier that you were at your mother's house? If you are and you know that she is going to come home this evening, maybe you should wait for her. It seems like right now you feel safe in your room, but it seems like you shouldn't stay on your own for too long.

If you've been sectioned before and can remember the name of one of the mental health nurses assigned to you, that might also be useful.

hey campari, hope yr feeling a bit calmer about your situation. do you want us to get someone to give you a ring? it might help to chat with someone.

srsly, you can tell me to buzz off if you want but it would be no bother

Hey Campari if you are still hanging out on this thread, it would be awes if you could check in quick and let us know how you are doing

this will be last night i stqy in the bates motel. Whether I survive this night is onther question, what with neigbor and his police dog clawing a the bit downstairs, all on basis of no evidence. Vigilate cops

i can't find me phone; meanwhile calls are coming in dowstairs grassing me up for ilx posts surveyed through gap in window (?)/ Yes, please call help now = 24 dorking road gu254lx or kt234lx/ It's now all a question of whether police can get here i time to stop a beating. IMO.

Their tale will be another episode of paranoia. Who'd right, who's lying about paranoia to disguise real reason for it?

Did you say your mum was going to be around?

Who actually got forced tc consume 40x recommeded dose of a stim/hallucinogen - a potential fatal dose, and tben followed round aldershot for 12 hours - in most frightening hallucinatory paramid state imaginahlr, constntly being obsdructed at the last minute, til those who thwarted most the dehydrated kidnapped, were seemingly rewarded most highly by the top braa,who seem up to their necks in this challenge for the troops', torture for rhe selected citizen
chess pieces (for people mostly too dumb to even play chess).

All i want is assurance the dogs downstairs will be kept on leash.. in time

attacking my pc now it seems, sp maybe will nn longer post aftr this

it would be great if you didnt do that actually, its probably better that youve got people here aware of your situation for the moment

has anyone called 111? I'm not in the UK so I am of no help.

We don't know if this is a wind-up or serious, but we have to assume the latter, and you are posting things that worry us.

If you are serious, you need to do these things:

1. You can't get the help you need from the Internet. Posting here will not get you the help you need and you should not post personal details.

2. You need to dial the national drugs helpline from a phone and ask them for help. It is 0800 77 66 00. It is free, confidential and anonymous and staffed by people who know what they're talking about.

3. If you can't phone, you can email family or friends who know you personally, ask them to come for you to take you to A&E.

4. If you can't get in touch with someone you know personally you need to go to A&E yourself. It's 3.5 miles to Epsom. You can call an ambulance for free from a pay phone.

Please take care of yourself.

I am a UK ilxor, if someone tells me what number to ring and what to say I may be able to help if no-one else has?

If it's possible for us to ring on his behalf?

NHS direct on 0845 4647 would be able to give advice and/or an out of hours number for local mental health services

Samaritans http://www.samaritans.org/ would also be a bit more informal and might be a good bet for initial guidance

Have been dealing w/ shit here else I might have rung them myself, but this is all very much option 5 underneath what Stet has said

also

Campari: the Samaritans have an email address if you don't feel up to phoning any of the resources that Stet has suggested - j✧@samarit✧✧✧.o✧✧ - they might be able to help with your problems somewhat better than we are able.

honestly there is no need at this point for any calls to be made, so please don't do so

fuckbags, it's jo at samaritans dot org

not trying to be overly cryptic there, but im going to be, ill let people know if theres a change in that situation

mods on the case, thanks guys

Campari G&T

Please read the advice Stet just gave you, it's the best thing to do.

If however phoning the NHS scares you, I too can vouch for the Samaritans. Number: 08457 90 90 90

You will stay anonymous
They will listen
They are non-judgemental

It's the best thing to do. You don't need to go through this alone. All the very best to you.

xxxps

Oh, ok, thanks mods

Many thanks, all, for the generous support.

First, I assure you this was no wind-up. I ended up spending the night in Epsom General, presumably as the result of one of you kind folk calling 999. I feel very grateful, just for the concern, let alone people actually acting on it.

And the paranoia has been gone over a day now.

I was a bit pissed when the chief nurse confiscated my pyrazolam, given that it had been about the only thing that was of even the slightest help (I've learned that trancs can obliterate anxiety but are very minimalist in their effects when it comes to psychosis.

I suppose it was a bit babyish of me to get so infuriated about losing around 100 pills, when only hours earlier I was trying to create a barricade by positioning my double-mattress in front of my work-desk, behind which there was a gap I could just about fit into (because, no doubt - given how fucking hard it was to drag the fucker into place, surely it must be also impervious to the bullets of the assassin.

I'd say, now, looking back from a moderately sane perspective -

100% of the 'people are out to kill me' stuff was pure delusion. (I hope, gulp..)

There is however, a hell of a lot of truth to the Aldershot business, where it would seem, naive lads are dangerously drugged (I was forced - through intimidation not physical force - to put a 4 gram baggie of what I was evasive about up-thread but will state outright now was straight-out street meph - foul-tasting in a highly-acidic chemical way, filled with sharp crystal shards; all on some spurious grounds having something to do with a possible imminent raid.

It may have taken half an hour to dissolve, but 2 days later it was painful to eat or drink (I've bought a local anaesthetic cream, Anbesol, which stings at first but is then incredibly soothing in a kind of warming wayy as I repeatedly rub it over my red-raw gums (ahem). On the first day out of Aldershot, I could drink milk straight down, but things like red bull mostly just fell straight back out of my mouth. Not sure why.

So, something like 40 times a standard dose in the course of half an hour.. then sweating profusely while being followed round by squaddies as if we were the game to be captured, and unable to find anything to drink for hours - I did have that half-bottle of Bombay sapphire, but naturally it was non-alcoholic drink we were desperate for.

I'd like to leave discussion of Aldershot for another time - it's really a story in its own right. And I haven't thought it through enough yet to have a strong opinion about what exactly the fuck is going on here.

Finally, I think I left out one important detail (or a quick CTL+F didn't do its job). And that was that although the Aldershot incident was a nightmare, it was ritalin, taken a couple of days later (I was diagnosed with narcolepsy 5 years ago, but after a couple of months back then I've only just started having the fits again, and this doubtless related somehow to my starting taking pyrazolam at the same time as the fits began to return (yep, even my life-saving wonder-drug has to have it's downside). Anyway, I'm being referred to sleep specialists at some hospital in London next month, so hopefully some balance can be brought to bare there. And in any case, there's something to be said for dropping into a deep sleep at your desk for 2 hours, and no-one being willing to wake you up because "it's an illness you know".

thanks again sincerely.

to clarify that last paragraph

..it was ritalin (or ethylphenidate, bought online, which is basically ritalin, because that's the main active principle that methylphenidate is enzymatically broken down into anyway - or so I read on Wiki) that brought on the paranoia.

Great to see you're feeling better. It might be worth dropping an anonymous note to the police in Aldershot to let them know what you think happened in case there have been similar incidents in the past or are again in the future.

Also, that bit where I say 'we' were desperate for non-alcoholic drink. I'd actually been alone for ages by that stage. It was either a typo or a subconscious expression of empathy for others in that situation or similar.

Not all good news though - better get on with my packing, as I'm being evicted at 12 noon today. Yes, over this, being the third of 3 separate occasions where I ended up in hospital with paranoia (never of the physically threatening to others kind btw.)

good to see you are out of the worst of this

have you been legally evicted (court process etc) or is your landlord just trying to get you out of there? i don't know a huge amount of housing law but please be aware of your rights anyway

http://england.shelter.org.uk/get_advice/eviction

has some details

Hope yr feeling better. Have you got somewhere to go to? Do the people helping you with your problems know about your eviction or what you're doing next? Doesn't even sound legal to me that you could be evicted without any notice for something like this so I would stay put if I were you tbh. Please please please talk to your mum okay? She my be able to get advice for you. xp

no the 'eviction' doesn't sound legal at all, it's worrying

Stay put Campari, at least until you've discussed this with your case worker and/or your family.

best wishes Campari, hope you can avoid eviction (please do get in touch with someone about this) and that things get better for you

We have no written agreement. After I ended up in hospital with paranoia induced by ritalin (or rather the legal ethylphenidate substitute I bought online), the worst of which was spent on Epsom's Psychiatric ward, we agreed it wasn't working so we informally modified our informal unwritten arrangement from a year to 6 more weeks. He got me to write a note saying that "I will not store or use any drugs in the property other than a) prescribed, b) OTCs, c) Holland & Barrett-type shit.

After that worst episode I stayed at my mum's for a fortnight (including a little over the first week of this month's rent period. But after coming off the pyrazolam following that episode, I remembered why I considered it a life-saver in the first place. It took a mere 2 weeks for the horrifying alcoholism to return, so I started buying the pyrazolam again

(I'm sure I've mentioned this, but if not, my doctor of the last year knows all this, and does not disapprove in the slightest, as he saw me in the half year period during which I came within a inch of drinking myself to death, and the most recent half year period, where despite the episodes of paranoia which hopefully will be resolved by sleep specialists soon, advising on alternatives to ritalin, or maybe prescribing sustained release, who knows; this also known of - and no disapproval expressed by doctor, chief psychiatrist for Surrey Heath Mental Health Team, or doctor when I went to Frimley Park A&E worried at why after a 5 year absence they'd returned far worse.

There was one night, before moving back in that I spent £65 staying at a travelodge rather than break my promise, but I knew I couldn't not be an alcoholic at least at this point in my life without those pyrazolam, so I moved back in and on the first night started writing a letter trying to explain that one of the closest drugs structurally to pyrazolam was xanax, one of the most prescribed in the world, and one of the biggest causes of addiction on the planet, whereas pyrazolam has been reported by users to be more effective in reducing, even eliminating, anxiety, but as it is non-euphoric seems far less likely to produce addiction, or if it does, not the life-destroying kind. Mightn't there be a case to regard pyrazolam as contained within the OTCs group of psychoactive but not controlled by law, which you consider accept; these just happen to have been bought over the internet counter.
Anyway, I took too long attempting to explain the reasonableness of my case

So when I first moved out it was just over one week into the month's rent period, which month's rent I paid. If I was a twat I could have withheld 3 weeks rent and stayed at my mum's rent free while I looked for somewhere closer to Camberley as for work reasons I have to move over that way by end of September in any case (didn't know this when rent agreement originally made). Now, we are one week into the following month's rent period, and HE is withholding the remaining 3 weeks rent (£286) that I've already paid him. Also has been refusing to refund the deposit because of 2 splotches of paint spilled on carpet, which I have spent the last hour and a half trying to clean up, with moral support provided by blasting out the Hold Steady ("otherwise you owe me for a new carpet, and that'll be more than £260"). The paint has almost gone.

Then there's a few smudges on the wall, like from dirty fingers that I never even noticed but am sure could be cleaned off in a couple of hours, that he insists will demand a whole new paint job. And finally, his glass-fronted wardrobe doors are all coming off at their hinges. This is simply from a) being opened and closed, b) the awful craftsmanship that makes opening & closing doors in a normal fashion fall off their hinges. He says I must have been swinging from them when off my head on drugs. He hasn't quoted a bill for that 'damage' yet.

Anyway, I took too long attempting to explain the reasonableness of my case; So when I first moved out it was just over one week into the month's rent period

If the above isn't too clear: I moved back in after a fortnight at my mum's which included the first week of this month's rent period. I could have taken advantage and paid one week's rent, then lived rent free for the rest of the month (buying own food, etc, not as a scrounger), but thought that would be a betrayal. So I met him at pub to go over things and whether we should end our 'contract'. That was when he got me to write my little promissory note.

My question to any legal experts out there: what standing does that note have (as justification for non-repayment of pre-paid rent of nearl £300), especially given the ambiguity. (It says "I will not bring non-prescribed drugs into the house.... unless of the following kind) I think it's perfectly reasonable to regard them as belonging in one of the agreed to following kinds. But even if that was explicitly excluded as a possibility, does this note, jotted down while having a couple of Ranmore ales in a beer garden, have any legal status?

Oh yeh, and the took too long bit, just meant his nosey neighbours informed him they'd seen me take a yellow pill through the window, before I had chance to present him with the letter, I was hoping early the next morning. Then I would have said I know I have them on me now, but I assume as the question of their status has turned out to be undecided, because I wish to interpret this ambiguous phrase in this manner.. so long as inform him promptly, I would have thought I had a perfect right to keep them in my possession until the point under debate was no longer moot?

I suspect that the question you should be thinking about is not whether the agreement had legal standing or whether non-prescription pharmaceuticals that are not technically illegal in this country count as "otc", but whether he feels that you have broken his trust.

All the legalistic talk above doesn't mean I'm not now shifting it that he's going to bring his heavies round, and demand the extra money he believes - amazingly - that he is owed, and b) unless I do so, confiscate all medicines that I am in possession of. (all legal)

C Sharp Major, yes, given his understanding of our agreement it would have been a case of me breaking his trust, which is why I was writing the note saying, to paraphrase "look: we can choose to interpret this way, and I think it's a fair interpretation. Or we can agree to end our arrangement. I had no intention of moving back in, having gone back to using pyrazolam, and then attempting to keep it a secret for the remainder of the year. It would have been too unbearably stressful for a start.

I had to move in that night, because I was returning to work the following day after long absence and it's just down the road from the house I rent from him. Ideally in retrospect, I should have informed before re-entering the house. But I couldn't phone because he never ever answers my calls, so the plan was to go along with the stuff in my bag, and be honest about it straight away. But I was finding it all too hard to explain that night, and I ended up writing a verbose 5 page letter that I looked at the next day and deleted. By then it was too late though.