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Date: January 2009
Time: 4:45pm - 9:00pm
Drug: 2C-I (2,5-dimethoxy-4-iodophenethylamine)
Dose: 15mg
City: Pittsburgh
Preparation:
15mg of powder procured from the grey market and dissolved in kool aid.
Experience:
T+0:00 - We opened 2 of the little wax paper packets that contained (supposedly) 15mg of the research chem each, and dissolved them into 2 cups of kool aid. We then drank it and headed out to the cafeteria to enjoy the come-up with some food. Our original intent was to then go to the Andy Warhol museum. That was pretty naive.
T+0:30 - We are sitting in the cafeteria when I realize that i’m starting to trip. My girlfriend brushes against my arm and it feels strange. “Wait, do that again” I say, and I spend a few minutes poking my arm and exploring the entactogenesis. Things begin accelerating really quickly and we are soon tripping relatively hard, and i’m finding it hard to speak in anything but fragmented, hurried sentences. “wegottagetouttahere”, “getyourcoat”, “hereholdthis”. I notice that the lights behind my friend’s head are warping, and we decide to leave, as the effects were only getting stronger. As I walked through the cafeteria I felt like I was in an ocean, the air around me seemed heavy and fluid. I’ll never forget that feeling, its one of the few things I really remember from the trip. After this things started getting too hot to handle.
T+1:00 - We walk through the cold back the dorms - apparently. I don’t really remember this but we had to have gotten to the dorms somehow. I do remember a few flashes, and telling my girlfriend that we should just “follow Hardware, and everything will be ok” as we followed my friend Hardware back. After this, deciding that things were too heavy to be facing alone, I asked Hardware if he wouldn’t mind letting us stay in his room. I took my pants off so I was just wearing sweatpants and a soft shirt, and began riding out the trip. The visual effects were much more pronounced than any hallucinogen I had done, except salvia I guess, but that's sort of in a league of its own when it comes to visuals. There were dots of color everywhere, and stereotypical warping of everything, and it just kept getting stronger and stronger. What really made the trip uncomfortable was the excess energy. I’m a generally twitchy person, and I was seriously tweaking on this stuff. There was constant, very strong energy building in my chest, making it hard to breathe. I felt like I needed to just let it all out or I would soon seize up or explode. I found the only way to do this was by dancing. Now i’m white, and subsequently not very good at dancing, and I don’t particularly enjoy it enough to do it on a regular basis, in fact the last time I danced was at prom. Despite all this, there I was dancing my ass off with no music, nervously muttering to myself that somehow this would keep me out of the hospital. “Mandi you have to dance with me, its the only way, you don’t understand, its the only way” I kept muttering, as I swung my limbs around and sweated profusely. I called the dealer I got it from, who was also tripping at the same time, and asked him how he was feeling, and told him to try dancing. In fact I called a lot of people and told them to dance. Eventually my friends took my phone. I got a bottle of water to make sure I was hydrated, and realized I had become the stereotypical rave kid. Now my friend Hardware’s room is covered in japanese posters, and at the time he was playing Katamari Damacy, which is a trippy ass game with trippy ass music, so the visuals started to take on this techno sort of theme of neon tubes that would grow and spread. Drinking the water hurt, in fact my insides were generally in pain, which was really concerning. Breathing felt difficult, like my torso was filled with sand. I started getting a new visual which was smoke. The room looked like it was filled with smoke, i’ve never had this before on any drug. There was just like visual white noise filling the room. When I wasn’t dancing I sat on my girlfriend (probably not very comfortable for her if we hadn’t been on drugs that make everything feel good) and rubbed her sweater which felt amazing. Her trip was completely different, she was plastered to her chair for better or worse and didn’t really feel the excess energy I was feeling. Everything seemed really alien at this point, and everything felt weird to the touch.
T+2:15 - Time seemed to be going really really slowly, the trip felt like it would never be over. I felt sort of hollow, this weird over-chemicalled head throbbing that I get if I smoke too much weed, but much cleaner. Very difficult to explain. Its just a general feeling that you’ve pushed your body too far. Anyway I finally worked up the nerves to stumble my ass into the bathroom and take a leak. As I peed a shadow on the wall reminded me of the devil, and I rushed back to the room. As we started coming down, I started to enjoy myself. I looked down at my water bottle and saw how the droplets of water clung to the sides. It looked beautiful somehow. By this point I was able to recognize the overall feel of the drug and I knew that what I was looking at was distinctly “2C-I”.
T+ 3:15 - Once the threat of ending up in the hospital and having to tell my parents how insane I was by putting a random ass chemical from china into my body, and like dealing with all the shit associated with doctors not knowing what the fuck I was on, and maybe having long term health consequences was over, I was more able to enjoy the trip. All the anxiety seemed to melt away and I knew everything would be ok. We walked back down to my room, something that would’ve been impossible an hour earlier. The hollow feeling was all that was left really, and we tripped mildly while laying in bed talking about how ridiculous our day had just been, and how we were crazy to want to go to the Warhol museum as was our original intent. That could’ve ended up badly. Eventually, the “internally broken” feeling left, and the only thing left was a surprisingly mellow afterglow and some strange pain on the insides of our teeth. We both experienced it, it was like our teeth were about to explode. I popped 2 benadryl and ordered a pizza, so grateful to be in my bed with my girlfriend when just 3 hours beforehand I was on the floor talking about how this was such a mistake and all I wanted was to be sober and in bed.
Time: 4:45pm - 9:00pm
Drug: 2C-I (2,5-dimethoxy-4-iodophenethylamine)
Dose: 15mg
City: Pittsburgh
Preparation:
15mg of powder procured from the grey market and dissolved in kool aid.
Experience:
T+0:00 - We opened 2 of the little wax paper packets that contained (supposedly) 15mg of the research chem each, and dissolved them into 2 cups of kool aid. We then drank it and headed out to the cafeteria to enjoy the come-up with some food. Our original intent was to then go to the Andy Warhol museum. That was pretty naive.
T+0:30 - We are sitting in the cafeteria when I realize that i’m starting to trip. My girlfriend brushes against my arm and it feels strange. “Wait, do that again” I say, and I spend a few minutes poking my arm and exploring the entactogenesis. Things begin accelerating really quickly and we are soon tripping relatively hard, and i’m finding it hard to speak in anything but fragmented, hurried sentences. “wegottagetouttahere”, “getyourcoat”, “hereholdthis”. I notice that the lights behind my friend’s head are warping, and we decide to leave, as the effects were only getting stronger. As I walked through the cafeteria I felt like I was in an ocean, the air around me seemed heavy and fluid. I’ll never forget that feeling, its one of the few things I really remember from the trip. After this things started getting too hot to handle.
T+1:00 - We walk through the cold back the dorms - apparently. I don’t really remember this but we had to have gotten to the dorms somehow. I do remember a few flashes, and telling my girlfriend that we should just “follow Hardware, and everything will be ok” as we followed my friend Hardware back. After this, deciding that things were too heavy to be facing alone, I asked Hardware if he wouldn’t mind letting us stay in his room. I took my pants off so I was just wearing sweatpants and a soft shirt, and began riding out the trip. The visual effects were much more pronounced than any hallucinogen I had done, except salvia I guess, but that's sort of in a league of its own when it comes to visuals. There were dots of color everywhere, and stereotypical warping of everything, and it just kept getting stronger and stronger. What really made the trip uncomfortable was the excess energy. I’m a generally twitchy person, and I was seriously tweaking on this stuff. There was constant, very strong energy building in my chest, making it hard to breathe. I felt like I needed to just let it all out or I would soon seize up or explode. I found the only way to do this was by dancing. Now i’m white, and subsequently not very good at dancing, and I don’t particularly enjoy it enough to do it on a regular basis, in fact the last time I danced was at prom. Despite all this, there I was dancing my ass off with no music, nervously muttering to myself that somehow this would keep me out of the hospital. “Mandi you have to dance with me, its the only way, you don’t understand, its the only way” I kept muttering, as I swung my limbs around and sweated profusely. I called the dealer I got it from, who was also tripping at the same time, and asked him how he was feeling, and told him to try dancing. In fact I called a lot of people and told them to dance. Eventually my friends took my phone. I got a bottle of water to make sure I was hydrated, and realized I had become the stereotypical rave kid. Now my friend Hardware’s room is covered in japanese posters, and at the time he was playing Katamari Damacy, which is a trippy ass game with trippy ass music, so the visuals started to take on this techno sort of theme of neon tubes that would grow and spread. Drinking the water hurt, in fact my insides were generally in pain, which was really concerning. Breathing felt difficult, like my torso was filled with sand. I started getting a new visual which was smoke. The room looked like it was filled with smoke, i’ve never had this before on any drug. There was just like visual white noise filling the room. When I wasn’t dancing I sat on my girlfriend (probably not very comfortable for her if we hadn’t been on drugs that make everything feel good) and rubbed her sweater which felt amazing. Her trip was completely different, she was plastered to her chair for better or worse and didn’t really feel the excess energy I was feeling. Everything seemed really alien at this point, and everything felt weird to the touch.
T+2:15 - Time seemed to be going really really slowly, the trip felt like it would never be over. I felt sort of hollow, this weird over-chemicalled head throbbing that I get if I smoke too much weed, but much cleaner. Very difficult to explain. Its just a general feeling that you’ve pushed your body too far. Anyway I finally worked up the nerves to stumble my ass into the bathroom and take a leak. As I peed a shadow on the wall reminded me of the devil, and I rushed back to the room. As we started coming down, I started to enjoy myself. I looked down at my water bottle and saw how the droplets of water clung to the sides. It looked beautiful somehow. By this point I was able to recognize the overall feel of the drug and I knew that what I was looking at was distinctly “2C-I”.
T+ 3:15 - Once the threat of ending up in the hospital and having to tell my parents how insane I was by putting a random ass chemical from china into my body, and like dealing with all the shit associated with doctors not knowing what the fuck I was on, and maybe having long term health consequences was over, I was more able to enjoy the trip. All the anxiety seemed to melt away and I knew everything would be ok. We walked back down to my room, something that would’ve been impossible an hour earlier. The hollow feeling was all that was left really, and we tripped mildly while laying in bed talking about how ridiculous our day had just been, and how we were crazy to want to go to the Warhol museum as was our original intent. That could’ve ended up badly. Eventually, the “internally broken” feeling left, and the only thing left was a surprisingly mellow afterglow and some strange pain on the insides of our teeth. We both experienced it, it was like our teeth were about to explode. I popped 2 benadryl and ordered a pizza, so grateful to be in my bed with my girlfriend when just 3 hours beforehand I was on the floor talking about how this was such a mistake and all I wanted was to be sober and in bed.
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