I definitely don't think this was legit MDMA. Actually I'm fairly certain it wasn't. It was something, but not quite what I was hoping for.
I don't want to get into my whole history because then it's going to start looking like a dick measuring contest over who got fucked up the most on drugs. Needless to say in my past 18 years of drug use (I'm going to be thirty fucking five in less than a week) I've had quite a lot of experiences with mushrooms, LSD, and to a lesser extent E. Most were great times. I've smoked and shot crack. I've shot coke and heroin, and have used lots and lots of heroin. I've used various combinations of these drugs and others. The point I'm trying to get to is that no experience has ever come close to the first time I rolled when I was 17. Double Stack Sunshines. I had not realized at the time how fortunate I was to have had them cross my path. It was by far the most incredible drug experience I've ever had. I remember at the time thinking nothing could possibly top this, and nothing ever has. It was a feeling I had hoped to duplicate, but 18 years later and never have. I'm not very religious, spiritual I guess you could say, but the thought I had was that the only time I'd ever experience that was in heaven. If that were true it would certainly give you something to look forward to.
I'm going stop here because I'm at work. It's slow, but I'll just keep typing and typing more drivel.
One last thing, don't want to bring politics into this, but tonight I met a black Trump supporter. I don't have anything else to add about that, I just thought it was amazing to see in person. It's like Bigfoot. You can hear stories and see some pictures, but you don't believe it until you see it for yourself.