2CBritain.

[TheSpade]

I bought 15 tins of Strongbow, popped a Xanax, started drinking then took some 2CB (20mg?). I remember my mate coming home from work around 10pm and me and other mate being blind drunk and completely spangled. I was standing on the table abosrbing the trance waves feeling great then I remember absolutely nothing. Fast forward about 10hrs later I get up off the floor (why am I lying on the floor?) I can see the baggie which contained a load of 2CB laying empty on the floor where I'd been lying. I turn to the window (which has blinds covering it). The flat being on a main busy road shakes and makes a lot of noise when busses go past and a bus must have went passed, the whole place starts shaking and I'm tripping hard as fuck, really struggling to keep control of whats going on, and I thought a bus smashed straight into my flat window and hit me. I can see blood spurting out my arms and going everywhere, I'm screaming and freaking out and shouting. I remember running out my room and standing in the hallway shouting on my flatmate who's in bed in a room across the hall and him going off his head telling me to fuck off he's getting fed up of my nonsense. I'm totally oblivious to what's going on and wonder why no one will help me. I run upstairs into my other mates room and he goes mental telling me if I come in his room one more time shouting and screaming he'll kill me, that there's no blood, no bus crashes and I'm just tripping but I completely refuse to beleive this and think it's a big conspiracy. I tell him I need some valiums or xanax and he gets out his bed, hands me a xanax and tells me that's the last one I've already had 7 or 8 of them in the past 30 minutes (really? ). Next thing I know I'm waking up on the floor a few hours later and not even realising I've been asleep and really confused.

Told later by a mate who'd been out working till 3am that when he came in I was delerious as was my other mate who was tripping with me. Both wandering around like zombies talking to folk not there, unable to even register that he'd came in, whispering to ourselves about all sorts of nonsense, coming out with gibberish about asian folk, prostitutes and all the people at the party (there was no party) and loads of other stuff that didn't make sense. I apparently pissed all over the house, on the couches, in the living room etc, I trashed the place too, smashed the photos on the wall, ripped the lights out the sockets. At one point my mate who was tripping says he went into his own world, when he came out of it I was sitting on the window ledge of my room (we had big full size windows which took up the whole wall) with my legs hanging over the edge three stories up (instant death if fell) then a bit later me found he laying on the floor spazzing out foaming at the mouth speaking to myself.

Fuck knows what happened that night but it scared the shit out of me.

 

[DS_]

I bought 15 tins of Strongbow, popped a Xanax, started drinking then took some 2CB (20mg?). I remember my mate coming home from work around 10pm and me and other mate being blind drunk and completely spangled. I was standing on the table abosrbing the trance waves feeling great then I remember absolutely nothing. Fast forward about 10hrs later I get up off the floor (why am I lying on the floor?) I can see the baggie which contained a load of 2CB laying empty on the floor where I'd been lying. I turn to the window (which has blinds covering it). The flat being on a main busy road shakes and makes a lot of noise when busses go past and a bus must have went passed, the whole place starts shaking and I'm tripping hard as fuck, really struggling to keep control of whats going on, and I thought a bus smashed straight into my flat window and hit me. I can see blood spurting out my arms and going everywhere, I'm screaming and freaking out and shouting. I remember running out my room and standing in the hallway shouting on my flatmate who's in bed in a room across the hall and him going off his head telling me to fuck off he's getting fed up of my nonsense. I'm totally oblivious to what's going on and wonder why no one will help me. I run upstairs into my other mates room and he goes mental telling me if I come in his room one more time shouting and screaming he'll kill me, that there's no blood, no bus crashes and I'm just tripping but I completely refuse to beleive this and think it's a big conspiracy. I tell him I need some valiums or xanax and he gets out his bed, hands me a xanax and tells me that's the last one I've already had 7 or 8 of them in the past 30 minutes (really? ). Next thing I know I'm waking up on the floor a few hours later and not even realising I've been asleep and really confused.

Told later by a mate who'd been out working till 3am that when he came in I was delerious as was my other mate who was tripping with me. Both wandering around like zombies talking to folk not there, unable to even register that he'd came in, whispering to ourselves about all sorts of nonsense, coming out with gibberish about asian folk, prostitutes and all the people at the party (there was no party) and loads of other stuff that didn't make sense. I apparently pissed all over the house, on the couches, in the living room etc, I trashed the place too, smashed the photos on the wall, ripped the lights out the sockets. At one point my mate who was tripping says he went into his own world, when he came out of it I was sitting on the window ledge of my room (we had big full size windows which took up the whole wall) with my legs hanging over the edge three stories up (instant death if fell) then a bit later me found he laying on the floor spazzing out foaming at the mouth speaking to myself.

Fuck knows what happened that night but it scared the shit out of me.

Jesus fuck. That makes my trips sound sane. That's horrendous I'm not suprised that you're on a permanent sabbatical!

I'm actually shocked! I'd just like to mention that I hate Xanax after I accidentally did a thumbprint of pure powder. I spent a long fucking time with zero short term memory.

 

[Evad]

15 cans of cider 10mg of alprazolam + 100mg 2cb = recipe for awesome :D

 

[TheSpade]

I actually did some 2CB after that, a few months back when my mate who was sposed to have disposed of the remaining stuff a long long time ago (several of us had gotten carried away and had major bad trips at different times - he too had a complete freak out another night) pulled it out his cupboard when we were all drunk. Bad move.

Everyone had a weird one that night. I had a horrible time. So did he. Another mate had a headfuck of a trip and one took some (first time ever taking drugs ) and after about an hour wanted it to stop. Bad move all round.

At the same time he was sposed to have disposed of that 2CB he was also sposed to chuck out a load of Desoxy. He claims he can't remember what happened to it or whether he did or not. I hope so as I don't want that getting pulled out on some random night and loads of folk boshing it.

 

[parttime crackhead]

I bought 15 tins of Strongbow, popped a Xanax, started drinking then took some 2CB (20mg?). I remember my mate coming home from work around 10pm and me and other mate being blind drunk and completely spangled. I was standing on the table abosrbing the trance waves feeling great then I remember absolutely nothing. Fast forward about 10hrs later I get up off the floor (why am I lying on the floor?) I can see the baggie which contained a load of 2CB laying empty on the floor where I'd been lying. I turn to the window (which has blinds covering it). The flat being on a main busy road shakes and makes a lot of noise when busses go past and a bus must have went passed, the whole place starts shaking and I'm tripping hard as fuck, really struggling to keep control of whats going on, and I thought a bus smashed straight into my flat window and hit me. I can see blood spurting out my arms and going everywhere, I'm screaming and freaking out and shouting. I remember running out my room and standing in the hallway shouting on my flatmate who's in bed in a room across the hall and him going off his head telling me to fuck off he's getting fed up of my nonsense. I'm totally oblivious to what's going on and wonder why no one will help me. I run upstairs into my other mates room and he goes mental telling me if I come in his room one more time shouting and screaming he'll kill me, that there's no blood, no bus crashes and I'm just tripping but I completely refuse to beleive this and think it's a big conspiracy. I tell him I need some valiums or xanax and he gets out his bed, hands me a xanax and tells me that's the last one I've already had 7 or 8 of them in the past 30 minutes (really? ). Next thing I know I'm waking up on the floor a few hours later and not even realising I've been asleep and really confused.

Told later by a mate who'd been out working till 3am that when he came in I was delerious as was my other mate who was tripping with me. Both wandering around like zombies talking to folk not there, unable to even register that he'd came in, whispering to ourselves about all sorts of nonsense, coming out with gibberish about asian folk, prostitutes and all the people at the party (there was no party) and loads of other stuff that didn't make sense. I apparently pissed all over the house, on the couches, in the living room etc, I trashed the place too, smashed the photos on the wall, ripped the lights out the sockets. At one point my mate who was tripping says he went into his own world, when he came out of it I was sitting on the window ledge of my room (we had big full size windows which took up the whole wall) with my legs hanging over the edge three stories up (instant death if fell) then a bit later me found he laying on the floor spazzing out foaming at the mouth speaking to myself.

Fuck knows what happened that night but it scared the shit out of me.

apart from the hanging out the window bit that sounds like a fucking winder of a night!!!

 

[Mugz]

^^thumbprint, ive always wanted to to an alpraz thumbprint and be out of it for a week or so

 

[TheSpade]

Trust me mate it wasn't good. My mate who'd been working and was sober reckons me and other mate were both delusional, couldn't even get us to acknowledge him just wandering about away with the faries talking to invisible people about absolute nonsense. Apparently we kept whispering because we didn't want the 'ethnic minorities' to hear us, we thought they were stealing our booze. 8)

 

[DS_]

^^thumbprint, ive always wanted to to an alpraz thumbprint and be out of it for a week or so

Trust me you don't want to do that. It's fucking shit. Rockstar fuel is all I can say, I nearly broke my mates hand by hitting him with a bat.

 

[TheSpade]

Done many daft things whilst fucked on benzos and booze too. Acting like a rockstar (read: cunt) is right.

Trashed my flat another night on that combo too I think.
Pissed out the window of my flat.
Went to the shops for booze then the bong shop for poppers with no socks and shoes wearing a top hat.
Broke my prize Jimi Hendrix canvas, cd player and dvd player.

Fucking idiot.

 

[Mugz]

Ive done a ton of crappy stupid things while on benzos and booze too, top of the list was running of to america with my dads card at xmas a few years back

 

[TheSpade]

Aye but we're talking about things which actually happened not just ones you dreamt / made up Mugabe.

Someone just knocked at the door, I think it's the FBI.

 

[DS_]

Ive done a ton of crappy stupid things while on benzos and booze too, top of the list was running of to america with my dads card at xmas a few years back

Are you serious?

 

[TheSpade]

You haven't heard this story? It's great (and ficticious ).

 

[Mugz]

neither are ficticious spade, the benzo story isnt something i want to go into detail in, it was all in the bl journals but theyre gone now.

and the visit from the police about the operation web trypt was true too. I may have overused the word FBI a tad, but the police said they got my name from an FBI investigation into selling and importing drugs over the internet

 

[Tryptamite]

Were you doped up on benzos and booze for the entire time from deciding to steal the credit card until arriving in America?

I'm not saying you made it up, it just seems absolutely crazy! What made you do it?

 

[Mugz]

id been on a diazepam binge, was about a month into it, i had recently had a fight with my dad, then not long after the mail arrived and it was my dads replacement credit card, so i phoned up and authorised it and then booked flights and a hotel in new york for a couple of days and then flights to go to my mum in san diego.
After i had found that card, i rambled through my dads room and found another but only a debit card, extra cash i thought. Was such a twat.
Worst part was that i took my laptop over there with me with a 3G modem and decided to use my dads cards to try and win the money i had stolen from him back at online poker, but because i was in such a stupor i doubled the amount Also not listening to my american family's advice i used my 3G card a lot over there and when i got back after 3 weeks the bill was £1.5k
Ended up owing my dad about £2.5K, which is all but 200 quid paid back now. Got kicked out before i returned so because my mum wouldnt let me stay in america, my aunt took me in england. Then about a year later moved back in with my dad. I can understand why he has a lock now, even though i would never do anything like that on purpose again, benzos make you do things you would never dream of doing.

I was so into the benzo binge at the time that i didnt even care about carrying about 300+ 10mg diazepams on my person through the airport. Had a load in my bag and some in my pocket and some in an envelope from the supplier also in my bag.

Not really a good xmas, well it was on xmas day when i suprised my mum at my american uncles house, she had no clue i was coming, well noone did until i asked my uncle to pick me up from the airport, lol.

 

[Tryptamite]

Fuck. You must ave had a hard time coming off the benzos after that?

 

[Mugz]

was horrible, i ran out not long after i got back from america survived on booze and gbl and isolation in my bedroom at my aunts with full sick pay for 4 weeks from my job that i never officially left at with the NHS

 

[Urbain]

id been on a diazepam binge, was about a month into it, i had recently had a fight with my dad, then not long after the mail arrived and it was my dads replacement credit card, so i phoned up and authorised it and then booked flights and a hotel in new york for a couple of days and then flights to go to my mum in san diego.
After i had found that card, i rambled through my dads room and found another but only a debit card, extra cash i thought. Was such a twat.
Worst part was that i took my laptop over there with me with a 3G modem and decided to use my dads cards to try and win the money i had stolen from him back at online poker, but because i was in such a stupor i doubled the amount Also not listening to my american family's advice i used my 3G card a lot over there and when i got back after 3 weeks the bill was £1.5k
Ended up owing my dad about £2.5K, which is all but 200 quid paid back now. Got kicked out before i returned so because my mum wouldnt let me stay in america, my aunt took me in england. Then about a year later moved back in with my dad. I can understand why he has a lock now, even though i would never do anything like that on purpose again, benzos make you do things you would never dream of doing.

I was so into the benzo binge at the time that i didnt even care about carrying about 300+ 10mg diazepams on my person through the airport. Had a load in my bag and some in my pocket and some in an envelope from the supplier also in my bag.

Not really a good xmas, well it was on xmas day when i suprised my mum at my american uncles house, she had no clue i was coming, well noone did until i asked my uncle to pick me up from the airport, lol.

Without predujice; that's quite mental mate.

I hope your doing better now. Family are life. I couldnt imagine where I would be if I didnt have the continued guidance and support from my mother.

 

[Riklet]

I remember reading about the voyages to America, or mention of them at least, a few years ago. Fucking mental, man! Sounds like you've pieced everything back together pretty well, to be honest! Spade too; after a trip like that sounds like you've used it to your advantage, even if it was horrible and scary at the time. Shit, was that seriously 2cb though? With accurate scales...? Sounds like serious freak outs for all involved with that stuff you were taking....

I've not felt up to tripping since a strong mushroom trip, but I guess at least with a 2cb blank you know it won't be that strong....