2cb - 5th time - pimps n hoes party

[Growfh]

10:30pm Saturday
Dropped 40mg 2cb with some friends, friends took 10mg each

11:30
Friends mention they want to get cocaine, I say what the hell. The drugs start to take ahold.

As we drive to some shady alleyway to meet the dealer, it feels as if my senses are becoming more acute. Edges in the world outside the car window become more sharply defined, and the harsh orange glow from the sodium vapor street lights loses its unplesant qualities and seems to illuminate the world as well as daylight. The tired old three-6 cd in the car starts to sound a little bit fresher, to the point where I assume good music would have sounded great.


As the dealer pulls up in her car I step out, and I'm hit with an odd wave of dizzyness. With the micro-swoon, images wash through my mind, of who I am and what I'm doing. I see my life, and the work that went into getting this money to get these drugs. I'm hit with what it seems to mean to take drugs that alter the restraints on the subconscious mind and id by distracting my ego. I simultaneously imagine the slow-motion nuclear-economic bomb we've been dropping on the third world, sapping their resources and reducing the value of their lives, to the point where this white powder costs 9 sq meters of jungle a gram and probably around 1 life a kilo. The whole burst of thought takes place within a fraction of a second, while I'm fully conscious, and it makes me feel more or less centered. My hearing seemed to improve.

So I stepped to the girl's car, and flashed her a smile that I'm told could make me money if I chose to model it. %)
"You Smokey's friend?" she asks.
"Yeah"
"Well wachoo what?" she asks with an accent that sounds more sexy-latina than scumbag mexican
"I wanna play in some snow, baby" I say with a laugh at my own cornyness.

11:50
we're back in the car and the drugs seem to have reached a plateau. I squeeze the little baggy, and take a peak, and the blow seems good. I smell it through the bag, and the smell that so many people love to death seems dirty as fuck and practically evil, as if all the suffering I had envisioned had one particular smell. I hope it can get me the attention of a good looking chick at this party.

12:10
We arrive at the "pimps and hoes" party some girls I know are throwing, and park several blocks away, meaning we need to walk a long distance in the cold chicago weather. The dress code was formal attire for men, and trumped up lingere for women. Instead of a suit or whatever, I made a t-shirt that said "pimpin ain't easy" and had a swollen, bruised pimp hand, presumably damaged from smackin hoes.

During the walk my trip takes a turn for the worse. What if they're really pissed I didn't dress up? I wonder. What kind of asshole scumbag is psychopathic enough to buy coke?.. hmm me. All the extra mental energy the 2cb has put in my system goes to work helping me myself apart and thrusting my flaws in my face. It gets to the point where I just want to run away from my friends and ride the L train for a couple hours and just chill out or something, anything. With the changed mental direction all the benefical sensory enhancements I had noticed go to work picking up everyone's flaws and making me feel like I'm with a bunch of assholes. I notice little seemingly nervous sub-vocalizations my friends make, and my eyes go to work picking out flaws in their skin. Whenever I see a part of my own body it seems inferior, my wrists seem too skinny, my clothes too cheap, everything just seems awful in a ridiculous way. I guess that must be sort of like how women feel all the time.

12:15
we arrive at the party, and as several really beautiful, almost naked women warmly greet me with hugs and drunken kisses, I have another fit of dizzyness, but this time there are no mental images, just a feeling of contentment. Everything seems to be all-right.

The guys I came with really start dropping what they think are coy little hints that they want me to start doling out bits of cocaine, but their fake coolness is betrayed by a look in their eyes that frankly scares me. I tell them I'm happy with the 2cb right now, I know it doesnt mix well with blow, and the coke isn't for them anyway, its for women.

I think the 2cb was creating a battle in their minds where they knew they'd normally really be after the coke, but because they were tripping they felt like maybe they didn't need it, and it made them a little hesitant in their insistance for it. However, they really felt entitled to the drugs because they had been in the car with me and suggested I get it. I didn't point out to them that I had paid for the whole sack, but instead just observed the odd behaviors manifested as they tried to get me to get high.

1:15
The fact that I wasn't on the same level of cocaine-desperation as my friends started to make me feel isolated from the group, and I tried to find the company of the other people I knew at the party. This isolation caused the 2cb to kick into high gear. I went to a bedroom and laid down, feeling a sort of breakthrough experience coming on.

As I wondered what sort of lame, cliche "don't worry be happy" type psychedelic revelation my brain was going to dump on me, "deep" revelation type thoughts bubbled up through my cynical wonderings.

I did realize that life was OK, but then I saw that I really was being an asshole by subsidizing the awful side of the world economy through purchasing drugs. An earlier realization was reinforced, too: namely that with every dishonest act and every secret I create, I am hurting my life, and that cocaine use definately fit in this category. I saw that I need to pay more attention to everything in my life, and waste less time on idle fantasy and drug use, and it occured to me that hallucinogens can be just like any other drug, in that any use can be too much, but I'll probably never feel like I've taken enough.

2:30
My friends finally decided that I wasn't going to give them free drugs and went home. I feeling a deep peacefullness throughout my mind and soul as a drunk girl I knew from my brain + behavior class came up and started kissing me (in lingere). It was tittilating in an extreme way for sure, but at the same time I was worried that I'd get a cold right before finals week, and I've never been one to fuck drunk girls at parties. I realized that when it comes to sex, I'm really a prude in a lot of ways (not in others tho, lol), and maybe someday I'll change but for now I'm cool just the way I am. So I just hugged her and went home. (I'd been feeling a bit insecure about this lately)

3:30
Slept till noon Sunday, woke up in a terrific mood, which has lasted through today (thursday). I did some yoga sunday, and it felt fucking incredible.


I think 40mg is not my optimim 2cb dose for a recreational setting, although I'm sure that 30 would be just about right for a rewarding period of meditation/ soul searching/ autopsychology. Next time I try and party, I'll opt for 55-60mg. I ended up selling the bag of coke to one of my friends from the party.

 

[Splatt]

Sounds like the 2c-b was cut.. Was it a crystaline powder?

 

[Growfh]

yep, althought it was hbr

 

[Echoversion]

Nice account. I've never tried 2cb but it is enjoyable to read something by someone who seems to share much of the same internal processes as myself! Good work dude.

...i hope you are not in fact me and i have undergone some kind of psychosis whereby i've created a separate account and written about a party i can't remember on a drug i've barely heard of.... LOL

It's a struggle between my conscience and the 'fuck it' mentality that can cause conflict for me also (as i'm sure it does for may others) ... beyond there being a mere social stigma against drugs there is also in some cases as you quite rightfully felt a real reason for why they can be harmful to society and often this has nothing to do with the consumption itself. drugs can open up your subconscious and if you have issues with its origin it can lead to negativity, as you said, quite rightly.

 

[Ximot]

What kind of asshole scumbag is psychopathic enough to buy coke?.. hmm me. All the extra mental energy the 2cb has put in my system goes to work helping me myself apart and thrusting my flaws in my face. It gets to the point where I just want to run away from my friends and ride the L train for a couple hours and just chill out or something, anything. With the changed mental direction all the benefical sensory enhancements I had noticed go to work picking up everyone's flaws and making me feel like I'm with a bunch of assholes. I notice little seemingly nervous sub-vocalizations my friends make, and my eyes go to work picking out flaws in their skin.

this sounds familiar to me. if something seems ugly to me, on psychedelics it just gets worse. both within myself and around me. on psy's this is usually just a phase on the trip for me, if it happens. But I got it REALLY strongly on one of the last days I touched coke, many moons ago. Stopped taking more and decided to just ride the comedown out, smoking hash all the time, watching eveyone else fiending and doing more and more coke every time desperation hit them. And then to talk gibberish again... so fake they all seemed - it was hard to have compassion for as much hypocrisy I felt I was witnessing. Well, after that, that was it with me and coke.

Coke for the drunken girls... ah, must have been a nice party, pure hedonism. While I find that attractive, I also know that indulging in pleasurable sexual activity with such creatures from fake chemical heaven is not usually very satisfying - in fact for me it is alienating and thus profoundly dissatisfying as soon as, or even before, I shoot my load. I see myself as a vile pleasure seeker, and that is also exactly what I see in the other person. It's all root chakra stuff, with the heart closed, our essences of being essentially disconnected from each other. A very unloving, selfish, lonely affair of consuming a body, ravishing the material world for all it's worth. Yet so alluring beforehand... the promise of eternal salvation from all discomfort, for ever and ever. A great promise never kept. Not worth it.

Nice report by the way.

 

[Psilo707]

2C-B in that kind of setting is pretty crazy to me, but it sounds like it would go nicely as long the people there were all cool. Here in san diego in the college scene I'd never dare attempt to try a hardcore psychedelic like that near these idiots. haha. But it sounds like your time was good.. cool.

 

[Afterm4th]

I simultaneously imagine the slow-motion nuclear-economic bomb we've been dropping on the third world, sapping their resources and reducing the value of their lives, to the point where this white powder costs 9 sq meters of jungle a gram and probably around 1 life a kilo

Do you think for every kilo in circulation there's one life lost behind it?

 

[Delsyd]

Great trip report.
I love reading about ppl having experiences on 2cb that they can bring something back from.

Before having tried it i heard 2cb was a somewhat shallow psychedelic, pure hedonism. After having several experiences with it, 1 of which was life changing and bordering about on ++++, i have been preaching the value of this wonderful drug.
Congrats on having such a beautiful triip and thanks for sharing.

Psilo, 2cb seems to be 1 of the most gentle of the psychedelics i have tried (over 2 dozen) and handeling it in a situation like growfh's isnt as hard as u might imagine.
Iv taken 2cb in a concert setting w/o any problems, ymmv.

 

[Xorkoth]

I also find 2C-B to be very easy to handle in social situations, although more difficult than being sober, for sure. And I, too, have reached some pretty profound places on it. I think that, like with all psychedelics, profound experiences can happen to you but they will not always happen. Some chemicals make that experience more likely due to their intensity, and some are a little more subtle, but no less valuable. For the 2C-Xs I've tried, 2C-B comes in second place so far in profound trips, although I haven't tried 2C-P. 2C-E is first place, of course. 2C-D comes in a close third, but I also find it more utile than 2C-B. 2C-B really allowed me to approach infinity in a very unique, gentle, beautiful and informative way, and I was able to mostly lose my ego.