Which substance, in your opinion, is the hardest to remember what happened afterwards? Also, what is your best blackout story?

So this was at a Halloween party at my house. I was DJing inside, since I turned my entire downstairs into a dance floor with fog machines and sound controlled lighting. I was in a full sized sock monkey suit, which I had then sewed on two regular size sock monkeys that were hanging off me. I was the sock monkey king! Some people had showed up that I didn't really know. No big deal, as long as they're cool I don't care. So as the night goes on, one of my friends comes inside and says that a weird dude is outside mumbling nonsense, and peeing in the cooler of beer. Fuck that! I go outside and my friend was telling him to put down the vodka bottle that he was trying to open. He put's it down but starts saying, "Ever see a bag of dicks? You want to see my bag of dicks? Yeah, biiiiiig bag of dicks." So at this point I am not appreciative of his presence at my place. I go right up to him and sternly say, "It's time for you to leave." Now I am not one to get into confrontations. I have never started a fight in my life. However, if I am getting involved, I am not fucking around. He has a large full wine bottle in his hand. He just looks at me and mumbles gibberish. I have absolutely no idea what it could have been. I immediately get right in his face and say "If you don't the fuck off my property immediately, I am going to beat the shit out of you!" He gains some composure and utters, "ask nicely." Being a reasonable person, I ask him to please leave now. So he starts walking toward the front gate of my yard. I take the wine bottle from him and follow. He keeps stopping in his tracks, so I push him forward and keep getting him to the front. The moment we reach the front gate, he flips out and attacks me. Now I'm 6' 180lbs, and in good shape. This guy was a skinny little guy, but tall. He was a fucking monster! I mean he would not go down. My friend who was following jumped in and we were both trying as hard as we could to get him down. Nothing worked. I realized he was on something, so I took the full wine bottle that was still in my hand and hit the back of his head hard. I mean really fucking hard, right on the bump on the back of his skull. NOTHING! He's still jumping around like an animal. So I open my grip of his neck to get a better angle, and with all the force I had I smashed the full wine bottle across his face. NOTHING!!! He doesn't even budge! So I grab his throat and throw him onto the ground in the twist motion. I put all my strength and weight into crushing his windpipe and holding him down. My friend is on top of him landing punch after punch on his face. The guys head is bouncing off the concrete sidewalk for fucks sake. He's still going. Only once I completely cut of his air supply does he calm down. At that point everyone is standing over me yelling, "don't kill him." Because at that point, I thought that might be the only way. I let go and not seconds later he jumps up like nothing happened! He is covered in blood barely able to see, but it looks like he was not fazed at all. That's when I grabbed my hand gun and told him that if he did not immediately leave my neighborhood, I was going to kill him. He slowly walked off into the night, never to be seen again.

So I am not sure what he was on, but some sort of dissociative fits the bill. Nobody can handle the hits he took directly to the skull. I mean they were hard hits! Nobody knew who he was. I guess he jumped in the truck of some friends coming over, and everyone thought he was with someone else. Nobody knows. My sock monkey suit was ripped, and my friends hands were bruised and cut from all the punches he landed on this guy's face.

So the PCP guy got a beatdown from a sock monkey and Johnny Depp from Blow. He then disappeared into the night...