I never thought there was such a thing as wasting a good roll.
But then I found this post and read the few accounts you guys posted. Damn, I feel bad for some of you guys!! Especially those of you who dropped all your shit before you entered a club or concert or whatever. That totally sucks! But I too know the feeling of not wanting to get caught and losing your stash to security.
But c'mon people...think! I mean, the security aren't going to give you a strip search right there at the front door haha (I should know, I worked undercover security for a HUGE dance club back in the late 90's and drugs ALWAYS made it through security searches. If they didn't, I would've been out of a job haha). There are plenty of places to hide such a small product where they aren't going to even attempt to look.
On a little side note... Here’s an interesting little story. I recently got really high on a variety of things and when I "came to" I realized I was driving and was halfway to Canada. Well, I had three grams of moonrock molly on me, so I figured... what the hell? I'll keep going and enjoy the rest of my weekend in Montreal. So I get to the border with the grams hidden in my bra, just in case they decided to do a random search. Well wouldn't ya know it, they decided to search my car. And lucky me, I had forgotten I left a little bit of molly in a tiny baggy inside one of my sunglasses case in my glove compartment. Of course they found it. It wasn't exactly well hidden. They asked me what it was and I said I had no idea. Basically I played dumb and said I had recently let various people borrow my car and one of them must've left it behind.
They arrested me and placed me in a holding cell so they could search the rest of my car and decide how to proceed. Now at this point I'm freaking out... remember, I hid three grams in my bra! They called in a woman to assist and I figured I was surely fucked now because the woman would be allowed to touch me in a way the men wouldn't. She told me to spread my arms out and turn around and I braced myself for the worst. The woman then proceeded to do the most basic body search EVER and BARELY touched me. I could've had explosives taped to my body and she wouldn't have felt them!
So I was placed in a holding cell for three hours while they scoured the rest of my car (made a complete mess of everything and didn't put anything back). I was so bored and worried in the holding cell, I seriously (yeah, seriously) considered taking some of the molly from my bra. They didn't find anything, they tested the approximately less than a quarter gram of molly for coke, that came up negative, so they were at a loss. In the end they let me go and told me I couldn't enter Canada for another sixty days. Everything was all good and I was free to go. Back to USA I went. USA quickly searched my car again after learning about what happened at the Canadian border and then I was on my way back home.
Anyways... I rolled as a way of life for about nine months straight. So basically all day every day was another new adventure and everything felt new and exciting, even if I was doing the same things, like going to the gym for two to three hours a day.
Currently I'm back to just rolling occasionally (basically only because I can't afford to do it every day anymore. I can’t get it directly from the maker for dirt cheap like I was back then). But still whenever I roll, I never plan anything in advance. I like to decide what I'm going to do after I parachute the first dose while I’m enjoying the feeling of the slow building effects of the molly spreading into my system.
After I decide what I’m going to do for the day or night, that's when I re-dose and…. the real fun begins!!
