Seyer
Bluelight Crew
Merged.
For real man, DXM just leads to such incoherent social mechanics, funny shit is guaranteed. Shit, while people are on to read I'll tell another story.
Me, a friend we'll call adrian, and buck samples (real name) are at buck's house. Adrian and I did a lot of acid, and got into this silly ass mindset where we wanna get drunk on 40's.
So we make Buck take us to the 7-11, and get like four bottles of O.E., and we get stupid drunk, I black out and realize where I am at this party, on the couch. So I get up, and remember my mission to get trashy drunk, still tripping. I get up and try to play beer pong and fail, so I'm like, "Dude, take my bottle of English, I'm gonna use my throwing hand." So this dude reaches out to take my bottle, and I raise my hand forward to hand him the bottle, but I just extend my arm and then drop it, and it shatters. Luckily it was empty, but I was afraid the host would be mad so I just yell, "Shit maybe I'm poppin' bottles" and sink a pong ball into a cup, and I just start cracking up, and I have to go outside because I can't stop laughing. Anyways, we leave, go back to Buck's. Adrian and I get caught in a thought loop, we start talking about 40's and acid, and get to the point where the only sentences we can say include the words 40's and acid. Adrian ends up saying shit like, "I just wanna wake up to my girlfriends pussy in my face with a 40 stuck in it." Then he just starts mumbling, "40's...my girlfriend's pussy, girlfriends 40 pussy." "I wanna fuck her roxy pussy" (now apparently stuck on roxicodone) Buck kept trying to get us out of it, but we'd just yell at him, "Shut up, all that matters is 40s and acid" "The world is made of 40's and acid?" We would just keep coming up with these acid-theories where everything related to 40's and acid. I said to Buck at one point, "Buck you're a tree, and your fruit is 40's...but you're not in season so we have to go to 7-11" We just kept bugging him to get us more 40's even though it was 4:30 in the morning and the 7-11 was closed. I don't know why he still trip-sits us.
The guy had shot 5 diconol and swallowed an unknown number of palfium. You never got those in the US but man, were they euphoric. He made it in the end because someone crushed up a naltrexone tablet and shot him with that. He's dead now though. RIP Dopey Dave.
As for opiate though processes, yes, most people were 1/2 freaked and 1/2 pissed of because it killed their buzz.
I've found that dxm tends to make for the best statements and situations.
I was at a party, really just a get together with friends but there were like 20-30 people so it was party sized. However this friend of mine, named Buck Samples, brings this really fat chick, typical fat girl, reminds me of rosie o'donnell or whatever. Me and a friend, we'll call Nate, and a friend we'll can Ian, take around 400mg of dxm in the back room, and we're all feeling it pretty damn hard. So we all end up smoking in the back room of the house, and the fat girl comes in there drunk, to take a piss. Apparently she doesn't do anything other than drink, one of those people that thinks everything else is just awful. I guess she was too drunk to notice what we were doing or care because she uses the toilet right in front of us. I, being the most decent of the trio, leave the room and join the party, I tell this random girl, "I'm actually not from here." "Oh you're from outta town, where?" "No, I'm an alien. Earth is fun, but I have to go back to my home planet." I realize at this point that I'm completely dexxed and these people are drunk or high, and relating to them is not gonna happen. So I go back in the bathroom, now this fat chick is just sitting on the toilet, chatting my tripping friends up about fucking nothing, but they're so dissociated that they seem to be fighting an internal battle just to carry on this conversation, it's too much for me. So I go in the host's bedroom, and just chill playing some xbox, smoking with the various groups that come in the room to smoke a private blunt or whatever. I'm completely gone, and time slips me, but eventually I realize it's been an hour. At this point I'm wondering if my tripping buddies are as fucked up as me. So I go back in the living room and I can't find them. So I go back in the bathroom. The scene in front of me looks like a disjointed, random dxm version of something on Fear and Loathing.
The towels are everywhere, there are various satanic/occult symbols drawn on the mirror in toothpaste and shaving cream. Here's the centerpiece. Both of my friends are sitting in the tub, taking a bath, completely naked, together. The water is an awful yellow hue. And on the toilet, sits the fat chick, and she is feeding Nate dxm gels, as if he is her child. Then, Ian stands up, and says, "THIS WATER IS COLD!" Then the fat chick offers to run hot water, and Ian says, "NO, no way, I GOT THIS!" He then pees in the tub, stumbling around, peeing some in the floor and on Nate. Then Nate dips his head under the piss water, comes back up, and yells, "I'M THE YELLOW SUBMARINE!!!" I just stare at this scene, I think I was just too fucked up to react, it just overwhelmed me, how ridiculous this was. I just left. I walked out of the room, and go into the living room, and I blurt out, "THE BATHROOM...IS OFF LIMITS." and go into the bedroom again. I fell asleep, but it turns out they played in the tub for like six hours, and they both got out and slept in the host's mom's bed naked.