ykm420
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Disclaimer, my BZD tolerance at the time was ridiculous, but nothing prepared me for what happened on this day
I'm not great at writing these things, so bare with me.. My day started excellent, fresh script of Adderall IR, Ativan, and Halcion, my thoughts were already premeditated, BINDER! I had already popped my 1mg Alprazolam before getting my refill, and I was feeling quite ill, waited my 45 minutes, then a smile takes over as I have scripts in hand, along with the fact my MxE, Clonazo, and Flubromazepam would be in the mail before 12P.M. the next day!
As soon as I got home, I went straight for the kitchen, got a rootbeer, and proceeded to pop 2mg Ativan, 120mg Dextroamphetamine IR, and it definitely seemed like a good idea to pop .25mg Triazolam once I peaked, so add that to the resume.
Truth be told, I'm not quite sure what exactly I did for those 14 hours aside likely play games, look at porn, and browse BL while constantly eating more Adderall.. But, that's more than likely what I did, along with killing a couple packs of Newports. Nevertheless, this is just what lead to me checking myself into rehab.
Fastforward through my drug-addled, or should I say drug-addied night, the not so slight comedown is creeping up on me, so I down 12mg Lorazepam, 11 .25 Triazolam, and laid down for about 30 minutes, knowing I had around 5 hours till the mail ran.. That got boring as hell, so I got back up, attempted to play NBA 2K15, said fuck this noise after the first quarter, then did what anyone crashing off amphetamines does.. Get irritated because life is sucking at this point, and I cannot force myself to even watch a movie, show, anything. I took my Pit for a nice walk, then pretty much watched the clock for the remainder. Once the mail ran, goddamn, happiness was upon me.. I had gotten a 100mg sample of Clonazolam, to wit a dabbed half, then started dabbing the Flubromazolam, which was obviously a great idea.. Feeling pretty ripe now, very mellow, all's right with the world again! LETS M-HOLE!
Now, this was around.. 2 hours after dosing all the BZD's, and my dying love for MxE took over. I've been doing this substance for awhile now, and by god (Or Satan!) this shit was unreal, no impurities, purest I've EVER seen, or had the pleasure / displeasure of doing.. I was going to use it intravenously, but alas, no spikes, as I told myself I was done with the hype. So, I weigh out 200mg, pop 10mg D-Amp, cut a Wendy's straw in half, make my line into perfection, and up the nasal cavity it went.. Ahhhh, how I love the way it tastes, why not double down? So, I immediately do the same thing.. Then broceeded to black the fuck out for god knows how long, because I really don't.
To make a terrible story short, I drove my dads car, proceeded to total it out by hitting a pole at your local Wal-Mart, my head went through the windshield (Well, nearly) big ol' bulge, I cracked the entire thing, concussed myself, somehow made it home.. I made calls to people about things they had already seen me for, lots of em, apparently, kept telling my Pitbull to fuck off (My Babyboy, I'd never do such a thing..) kept getting real mad like I was about to swing on my pops, and when he asked if I was going to hit him, I would get VERY calm and tell him I loved him, then do it again minutes later.. I know other things took place, but I really can't recall, as this is second hand information.
However many hours later when I came to, fuck.. I realized what I had done, my stash was raided, my room was a warzone, I had nearly $500 I didn't have before blacking out (Which I gave to my pops) and instantly checked myself into rehab. Rapid BZD detox was NOT fun, but I learned a valuable lesson, had a cool ass roommate, met some great people, and played a lot of spades with my fellow detoxee's.
Anyways, that's my story, hope the read wasn't terrible
!
I'm not great at writing these things, so bare with me.. My day started excellent, fresh script of Adderall IR, Ativan, and Halcion, my thoughts were already premeditated, BINDER! I had already popped my 1mg Alprazolam before getting my refill, and I was feeling quite ill, waited my 45 minutes, then a smile takes over as I have scripts in hand, along with the fact my MxE, Clonazo, and Flubromazepam would be in the mail before 12P.M. the next day!
As soon as I got home, I went straight for the kitchen, got a rootbeer, and proceeded to pop 2mg Ativan, 120mg Dextroamphetamine IR, and it definitely seemed like a good idea to pop .25mg Triazolam once I peaked, so add that to the resume.
Truth be told, I'm not quite sure what exactly I did for those 14 hours aside likely play games, look at porn, and browse BL while constantly eating more Adderall.. But, that's more than likely what I did, along with killing a couple packs of Newports. Nevertheless, this is just what lead to me checking myself into rehab.
Fastforward through my drug-addled, or should I say drug-addied night, the not so slight comedown is creeping up on me, so I down 12mg Lorazepam, 11 .25 Triazolam, and laid down for about 30 minutes, knowing I had around 5 hours till the mail ran.. That got boring as hell, so I got back up, attempted to play NBA 2K15, said fuck this noise after the first quarter, then did what anyone crashing off amphetamines does.. Get irritated because life is sucking at this point, and I cannot force myself to even watch a movie, show, anything. I took my Pit for a nice walk, then pretty much watched the clock for the remainder. Once the mail ran, goddamn, happiness was upon me.. I had gotten a 100mg sample of Clonazolam, to wit a dabbed half, then started dabbing the Flubromazolam, which was obviously a great idea.. Feeling pretty ripe now, very mellow, all's right with the world again! LETS M-HOLE!
Now, this was around.. 2 hours after dosing all the BZD's, and my dying love for MxE took over. I've been doing this substance for awhile now, and by god (Or Satan!) this shit was unreal, no impurities, purest I've EVER seen, or had the pleasure / displeasure of doing.. I was going to use it intravenously, but alas, no spikes, as I told myself I was done with the hype. So, I weigh out 200mg, pop 10mg D-Amp, cut a Wendy's straw in half, make my line into perfection, and up the nasal cavity it went.. Ahhhh, how I love the way it tastes, why not double down? So, I immediately do the same thing.. Then broceeded to black the fuck out for god knows how long, because I really don't.
To make a terrible story short, I drove my dads car, proceeded to total it out by hitting a pole at your local Wal-Mart, my head went through the windshield (Well, nearly) big ol' bulge, I cracked the entire thing, concussed myself, somehow made it home.. I made calls to people about things they had already seen me for, lots of em, apparently, kept telling my Pitbull to fuck off (My Babyboy, I'd never do such a thing..) kept getting real mad like I was about to swing on my pops, and when he asked if I was going to hit him, I would get VERY calm and tell him I loved him, then do it again minutes later.. I know other things took place, but I really can't recall, as this is second hand information.
However many hours later when I came to, fuck.. I realized what I had done, my stash was raided, my room was a warzone, I had nearly $500 I didn't have before blacking out (Which I gave to my pops) and instantly checked myself into rehab. Rapid BZD detox was NOT fun, but I learned a valuable lesson, had a cool ass roommate, met some great people, and played a lot of spades with my fellow detoxee's.
Anyways, that's my story, hope the read wasn't terrible
!
