Hey guys, i'm absolutely off my head on some speed/MDMA shi I took tonight (Silly me)). I was such a dumb cunt, I picked the bag up off the floor of the toilets.... Then I just ate it all and fucked me up. Now I tweaking hard as fuck and I've got restless les syndrome, I actually can't stio, while they're constinly cramping.
sorry for the awful typing, I can barely read the works, it's blurry as fuckk. Beginning to hallucinat too so I clearly overdid it
Well, ermm, sober translation:
'Hey guys, I'm absolutely off my head on some speed/MDMA shit I took tonight (Silly me!). I was such a dumb cunt, picked the bag up from the toilet floor, before proceeding to eat it all. Now I am tweaking hard and I have restless leg syndrome, I actually can't sit still, while they're constantly cramping.
Apologies for the awful typing, I can barely read the words, they're blurry as fuck. I'm hallucinating too, so I clearly overdid it.'
Well, last night was the weirdest thing ever. I had my usual bombs of tested MD weighed up and ready to drop inside the club, accompanied with a 120mg bag to dibdab with chums across the course of the evening. We had some pre-drinks, where I drunk 8 bottles of 330ml beer, so I was reasonably drunk. We get inside and I head to the toilets to drop. I search where I'd put it, but don't find the bomb nor the bag. I look to the floor and spot a bag which looked exactly like the one I had, with similar coloured crystals, so I assumed the bomb had fallen out so i'd just drop the 120mg I knew was in the bag. So I went into the toilet and ate it all. I instantly worried a bit when it had a sour aftertaste, certainly not typical of MDMA, but the chemical taste wasn't far off. It was only when I went into the club and found my friend, I told him I'd lost the bomb and dropped the bag, but then picked up the bag and took it, and he just looked at me and said 'You gave me the bag, remember?' of which it was right then it dawned on me. I had given him the bag, whatever was on the floor did not fall out my wallet, it was some random chemical of a random dosage of which someone obviously didn't want, or lost in the toilets. I tell my friend that shit could go wrong, so he needed to stay with me, to which he did. It came on really quickly, like I'm sure I was coming up at like 10 minutes post drop. The comeup was scary shit too, I remember staring at the lights which were kinda morphing and tracing around, and the anxiety was mental I remember thinking I could die tonight. I told my friend he had to stay with me and help me ride it out. I snapped out of the comeup where I got a rush of euphoria and felt like I was on MDMA, but from there I can't remember much. My friend said I was extremely fucked up for like an hour - like I was in a psychosis all jittery with weird body movements and like dancing in slow motion. Apparently from there I disappeared until I refound my mates at 3:45 of which I can begin to remember stuff. During the time I disappeared I have vague memories of raving with randomers, some periods of euphoria/empathy and chewing my face off. I knew I was freaking some people out, but there was nothing I could do about it. I needed someone to give me good vibes and ride it with me, but it just wasn't happening, I was kind of stuck in a twisted MDMA-like experience. The comedown was so gurny too, I couldn't stop moving my mouth, even though I knew it was happening. I had half a pack of chewing gum in my pocket (which I just found today), which I was clearly uncapable of finding when I really needed it (despite it just being in my pocket... that's how you know you're fucked!).
When I sent you guys that message I was getting some crazy closed-eye visuals, like psychedelics patterns you'd see on a youtube video for rolling. My legs were also involuntarily spasming constantly, and tapping themselves, it was fucked up. I kind of enjoyed the psychedelic patterns while trying to sleep though. While trying to sleep, I kept having really vivid conversations with my friends, of which often I actually replied to them outloud, laughed about it, and said they're not even here now, but then did it again like 10 minutes later. Surprisingly though, I managed to sleep straight away, which makes me think that perhaps it was not a speed/MDMA combo but rather an RC chemical with some MDMA-like properties and a whole load of side-effects. Maybe it was even MDA, as it was trippy as fuck and the dose could easily have been 200mg +. Either way, it certainly didn't feel like a strictly MDMA experience, even like a 200mg+ experience, it was far too trippy.
I've never actually tripped either, apart from weed, so I actually dealt with the situation pretty well. I'm still kind of shocked at what happened, like the chances are so miniscal. I had to A) not find my bomb of 150mg of tested MDMA (which my friend later found sitting where i'd put it...) which I planned to take when I headed into the toilet. B) Forgotten that i'd actually just given my mate the bag in the queue before we went in (I blame the alcohol for that, it makes me pretty forgetful). C) Spot a bag on the floor, which was the same colour on the sealing bit at the top, and similar colour and amount of crystals to what we had brought in. D) Conveniently spot this bag immediately after rummaging my wallet, creating a false idea that this bag had in fact fallen out of my wallet while I was looking for the bomb. E) Not question myself (blaming the alcohol for that) to go and tell my mate I'd lost the bomb (of which he would've just found it) and/or told me he had the bag, not me, so I would never have consumed what I found on the floor.
Well, it has provided me an interesting insight into what it can be like to take random chemicals at random dosages perhaps brought from someone at a club. Pretty fucking scary. Luckily, I feel ok today, perhaps because I had the thought to drop a multivitamin and 100mg 5-HTP before trying to sleep. Still, my jaw is sore as fuck, I feel kind of depressed (but only mildly), and I have had some weird auditory hallucinations which kinda freaked me out.