Now normally, I am very careful and exact and meticulous when it comes to drug use so I had never in a million years seen this coming. This happened a week or so ago and just thought I'd make a post on blue light to give an account of my story and the dangerous potential of this drug. Well. I had a terrible experience recently that made me respect the drug a lot more than I thought I should. It taught me who my good and bad friends were. Most of this story is recounted by my friends who told me what happened.
So, recently I attained 200mg of pure alprazolam powder which I put into 50ml of 50%ethanol and dissolved it all finally. I took a half ml(supposed to be a bar) and felt alright but not what I thought I would. I knew the powder was of good quality, but not 100% so it wasn't actually a bar's worth of alprazolam. This was a good experience nonetheless and I chilled with friends listening to music and drifted into one of the best slumbers of my life.
So, now familiar with the substance, I try to make it more recreational. I go to a friend of a friends house who I kind of knew. He's big on xanax so I thought we'd have a grand old time. I get there and we start chatting and end up taking a half ml each(half dropped in our noses and half in the mouth). To make a long story short, the next 4 hours were pretty much spent chatting next to a bonfire and SO STUPIDLY just casually dropping drops of xanax into our noses and mouths the ENTIRE TIME. I thought I was completely fine throughout this entire venture, why? Cause I had blacked out after the first 30 minutes. This blackout continued for about 8 hours I'd say, and in my blacked out state I had no thought that taking more drops would just make things exponentially worse. In the middle I even dropped a drop of the ETHANOL SOLUTION into my friend of friend's EYEBALL. We thought it was hilarious. We were just seriously fucked up. I was with 2 other good friends of mine, and one was doing lesser amounts of the alprazolam than me and the friend of friend but still doing some. It was time to go home. I was in the deepest darkest blackout of my life(and my alcohol blackouts are pretty bad) and our friend drove us to a nice Mexican restaurant to eat(I wanted nothing, just to chill out there) and walking to the restaurant I just collapse and rip open my knee with large amounts of blood coming out. I couldn't even walk into the restaurant, my friends helped me in(with many glares from everyone) and cleaned me up. Somehow, I still thought I was pretty sober in my fucked up xannied out mind. It comes time for me to go, because I assured myself I can go to work and just sleep, instead of my friends house(WHY?!?! I don't fuckin know.) my sober friend says no stay here but I insist that I could drive and go. He didn't fight me because he would get shit from his dad if I came in. Although he witnessed me eat shit at the restaurant, he allows me to go. Alone. Blacked out on what I assume to be about 4.5-5 bars of xanax. The rest of the story just comes in fragments, since no one was with me to for a while to tell me what happened. I drive for about 5 minutes and rear end a car. I remember flashes of this and called my parents and they helped me sort it out. Phew. No insurance called. No cops. Thank god. I continue driving, to go home instead because I was so rustled by the experience. The next flash of memory is me on the side of the highway, my front right tire completely exploded. I assume I hit a median. This time a cop shows up, he tells me that he received complaints about a car weaving and swerving, my car. I told him I hadn't gotten any sleep(which was also true) and that I was just trying to get home and must've nodded off. I call my parents again. They know something's up now. They come to me while I'm still talking to the cop. I have no idea what else I said. He tells me he's inclined to do a sobriety test, which I barely pass with some bs that I told him. Thank god I drank no alcohol, I was even scared to take a breathalyzer. 0.00. Phew. My parents somehow get him to not take me into the station, so I go with them as my car is towed. This second accident was at about 8:30. I come to again around 12. There's a family party at my house today(fuck). Everyone said I didn't look right. I said I was just tired. The rest of the day is just a blur but I do remember a flash of me having great sex with my girlfriend, but impossible for me to finish. Then more blur. Apparently I fell asleep on the toilet multiple times when I just went to go pee, this was 18 hours+ after the binge.
Bottom line: be careful... It's so easy to overdose without knowing it, then dosing some more. I was naive enough to think it was no big deal, but it really is. I hate my "good" friend for allowing me to drive just because he didn't want to hear shit from his dad. I could have easily killed myself and many others while driving my car. I'm so fucking surprised I didn't. I'm blessed. I don't know of this story will help anyone or not, or if anyone will even read it, but I just felt the need to post. Feel free to comment on my stupidity or ask questions. Sorry if this is a bad report I'm not the best writer and it's late.
Thanks for reading if you cared to hahah.
So, recently I attained 200mg of pure alprazolam powder which I put into 50ml of 50%ethanol and dissolved it all finally. I took a half ml(supposed to be a bar) and felt alright but not what I thought I would. I knew the powder was of good quality, but not 100% so it wasn't actually a bar's worth of alprazolam. This was a good experience nonetheless and I chilled with friends listening to music and drifted into one of the best slumbers of my life.
So, now familiar with the substance, I try to make it more recreational. I go to a friend of a friends house who I kind of knew. He's big on xanax so I thought we'd have a grand old time. I get there and we start chatting and end up taking a half ml each(half dropped in our noses and half in the mouth). To make a long story short, the next 4 hours were pretty much spent chatting next to a bonfire and SO STUPIDLY just casually dropping drops of xanax into our noses and mouths the ENTIRE TIME. I thought I was completely fine throughout this entire venture, why? Cause I had blacked out after the first 30 minutes. This blackout continued for about 8 hours I'd say, and in my blacked out state I had no thought that taking more drops would just make things exponentially worse. In the middle I even dropped a drop of the ETHANOL SOLUTION into my friend of friend's EYEBALL. We thought it was hilarious. We were just seriously fucked up. I was with 2 other good friends of mine, and one was doing lesser amounts of the alprazolam than me and the friend of friend but still doing some. It was time to go home. I was in the deepest darkest blackout of my life(and my alcohol blackouts are pretty bad) and our friend drove us to a nice Mexican restaurant to eat(I wanted nothing, just to chill out there) and walking to the restaurant I just collapse and rip open my knee with large amounts of blood coming out. I couldn't even walk into the restaurant, my friends helped me in(with many glares from everyone) and cleaned me up. Somehow, I still thought I was pretty sober in my fucked up xannied out mind. It comes time for me to go, because I assured myself I can go to work and just sleep, instead of my friends house(WHY?!?! I don't fuckin know.) my sober friend says no stay here but I insist that I could drive and go. He didn't fight me because he would get shit from his dad if I came in. Although he witnessed me eat shit at the restaurant, he allows me to go. Alone. Blacked out on what I assume to be about 4.5-5 bars of xanax. The rest of the story just comes in fragments, since no one was with me to for a while to tell me what happened. I drive for about 5 minutes and rear end a car. I remember flashes of this and called my parents and they helped me sort it out. Phew. No insurance called. No cops. Thank god. I continue driving, to go home instead because I was so rustled by the experience. The next flash of memory is me on the side of the highway, my front right tire completely exploded. I assume I hit a median. This time a cop shows up, he tells me that he received complaints about a car weaving and swerving, my car. I told him I hadn't gotten any sleep(which was also true) and that I was just trying to get home and must've nodded off. I call my parents again. They know something's up now. They come to me while I'm still talking to the cop. I have no idea what else I said. He tells me he's inclined to do a sobriety test, which I barely pass with some bs that I told him. Thank god I drank no alcohol, I was even scared to take a breathalyzer. 0.00. Phew. My parents somehow get him to not take me into the station, so I go with them as my car is towed. This second accident was at about 8:30. I come to again around 12. There's a family party at my house today(fuck). Everyone said I didn't look right. I said I was just tired. The rest of the day is just a blur but I do remember a flash of me having great sex with my girlfriend, but impossible for me to finish. Then more blur. Apparently I fell asleep on the toilet multiple times when I just went to go pee, this was 18 hours+ after the binge.
Bottom line: be careful... It's so easy to overdose without knowing it, then dosing some more. I was naive enough to think it was no big deal, but it really is. I hate my "good" friend for allowing me to drive just because he didn't want to hear shit from his dad. I could have easily killed myself and many others while driving my car. I'm so fucking surprised I didn't. I'm blessed. I don't know of this story will help anyone or not, or if anyone will even read it, but I just felt the need to post. Feel free to comment on my stupidity or ask questions. Sorry if this is a bad report I'm not the best writer and it's late.
Thanks for reading if you cared to hahah.
