Remember Haupt.
An RC company named Haupt sold 2C-B-FLY many years back and that killed people including the owner of the RC company, mr Haupt himself, because he mistook the chemical names, and thus Bromo-DragonFLY was dosed as if it were 2C-B-FLY
This is not sourcing because this mistake killed the owner and the site along with it, many years ago.
I myself had it happen that I was given what was labelled as MDAI but which turned out to be pure MDPV. I hadn't tested and took 300mg of something for which 10mg is strong as a stimulant, as a post-heart attack heart patient.
Long story short: as my father held my left hand and my stepmother held my right hand and I was peeing freely on the ICU stretcher when the heart monitor was wailing, I, maximally hyperventilating, gasped my goodbyes to them in case I would suffer cardiac arrest.
100% of all my effort was invested in making it to the next second, and the next, and the next, for hours on end. I wasn't incontinent no I let my urine flow out consciously as fast as it formed to eliminate, eliminate, and if the nurses didnt like it they could catheterize me while I ignored them, focussing fully on LIVING THROUGH THIS. There was nothing but pure survival instinct, 100% committed to making it.
I lived.
An RC company named Haupt sold 2C-B-FLY many years back and that killed people including the owner of the RC company, mr Haupt himself, because he mistook the chemical names, and thus Bromo-DragonFLY was dosed as if it were 2C-B-FLY
This is not sourcing because this mistake killed the owner and the site along with it, many years ago.
I myself had it happen that I was given what was labelled as MDAI but which turned out to be pure MDPV. I hadn't tested and took 300mg of something for which 10mg is strong as a stimulant, as a post-heart attack heart patient.
Long story short: as my father held my left hand and my stepmother held my right hand and I was peeing freely on the ICU stretcher when the heart monitor was wailing, I, maximally hyperventilating, gasped my goodbyes to them in case I would suffer cardiac arrest.
100% of all my effort was invested in making it to the next second, and the next, and the next, for hours on end. I wasn't incontinent no I let my urine flow out consciously as fast as it formed to eliminate, eliminate, and if the nurses didnt like it they could catheterize me while I ignored them, focussing fully on LIVING THROUGH THIS. There was nothing but pure survival instinct, 100% committed to making it.
I lived.
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