lbcgirl7820
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Sorry if this is way too long- I don't really edit myself much
So I'm a pretty inexperienced tripper, mostly due to availability where I am now. That's why I was thrilled when a good friend told me that he had acquired some candy where just one would make you trip for ten hours. He told me it was 2c-I, and after a little research I figured it sounded like a good substance to try. I asked this friend if he wanted to trip together one day, and he said sure, but we would have to do it early so we could be gone before our parents got home from work %) . Unfortunately he kept postponing days and I was getting impatient, so when my other friend told me I could sleep at her house that night and that her mom wouldn't be home til late, I went ahead and popped it around 4:30 in the afternoon.
We ran a few errands and I took her to her boyfriends b/c they needed to talk. It was uncomfortably hot in my car so I sat against my back bumper in the street while she was inside, thats when I began to notice some visual effects with patterns in the asphalt, I was excited for my trip to begin. We stopped by the skatepark to see some friends, they said my cheeks were really red, but had no clue I had taken anything. After that we met some other friends at Starbucks and I had the greatest frappuccino of my life, at this point the Euphoria was setting in. From there, we headed to a nearby hippie-neighborhood and checked out a record store. Some of the pictures on the posters and albums seemed to be popping out at me, and I couldn't help but laugh. For a brief moment, I tried to say something to my friend, but the words would just not come out right, it didn't help that we were sitting in the child area playing with blocks. She gave me a look like she was afraid that I was starting to freak out, and I was trying so hard to let her know I was fine, that was a pretty frustrating aspect.
It began to storm very hard and everyone who was with us' moms called and said there were tornadoes in the area. I told mine we were going back to my friends house who said I could sleep there. The drive home was pretty scary, it looked like a tsunami outside with the trees bending and rain blowing like crazy. We eventually got our other friends home, and by then I felt like my trip had already disappeared, and I was very disappointed, because it hadn't been intense and certainly didn't last very long.
We decided our only option left for a fun night was bud, so I picked up a new friend that I didn't know very well, and the plan was to acquire some by the end of the night. Of course, friend wanted to go back to her boyfriend's again, and because I thought the trip was over, I saw nothing wrong with this. With plans to pick her up again, the new friend and I headed to another town to get smoked out while we waited to hear about our own. On the drive there I began to get some visuals again, and told him it might be better if he drove on the way home. He's 22 but doesn't have a license due to some international i.d. mix-ups, so he refused. When we arrived and smoked a few bowls, the trip became 10x more intense, I was definitely seeing things differently, and he still wouldn't drive. I then said it would be a good idea to take him home, if he could just lead my back to his house which was in another town from that one. He claimed he was too high, and thats when the night turned sour.
For the rest of the night, I would ask for his help to get somewhere, and he'd tell me some random direction so we would get more and more lost and have to stop. He was starting to get really creepy and touchy and I just kept explaining that all I wanted was to get back to my good friend and go to her house. To make matters worse she and her boyfriends had gotten into a fight, and in the midst of it she threw and broke her phone, began hypervenhilating, and threw up many times. I couldn't call her boyfriend for help because she would get in trouble if he knew even I was tripping. My trip kept getting more intense, with hallucinations and trails, and this guy who was doing alot more harm than help. I was driving on interstates and he led me to at least 4 surrounding cities and not giving a crap when I told him he was getting us lost. At one point when I got really mad I said, "Weed makes you happy, not retarded!"
I finally ended up back at my friends out at 8 in the morning, having been driving around all night trying to find this guys and even managing to get an eighter. It could have been a very fun night, if it hadn't kicked in so late. I ended up with a half a tank less of gas, 20 dollars short, and very bitter towards someone that I thought I could have been friends with.
substancecode_2CI
So I'm a pretty inexperienced tripper, mostly due to availability where I am now. That's why I was thrilled when a good friend told me that he had acquired some candy where just one would make you trip for ten hours. He told me it was 2c-I, and after a little research I figured it sounded like a good substance to try. I asked this friend if he wanted to trip together one day, and he said sure, but we would have to do it early so we could be gone before our parents got home from work %) . Unfortunately he kept postponing days and I was getting impatient, so when my other friend told me I could sleep at her house that night and that her mom wouldn't be home til late, I went ahead and popped it around 4:30 in the afternoon.
We ran a few errands and I took her to her boyfriends b/c they needed to talk. It was uncomfortably hot in my car so I sat against my back bumper in the street while she was inside, thats when I began to notice some visual effects with patterns in the asphalt, I was excited for my trip to begin. We stopped by the skatepark to see some friends, they said my cheeks were really red, but had no clue I had taken anything. After that we met some other friends at Starbucks and I had the greatest frappuccino of my life, at this point the Euphoria was setting in. From there, we headed to a nearby hippie-neighborhood and checked out a record store. Some of the pictures on the posters and albums seemed to be popping out at me, and I couldn't help but laugh. For a brief moment, I tried to say something to my friend, but the words would just not come out right, it didn't help that we were sitting in the child area playing with blocks. She gave me a look like she was afraid that I was starting to freak out, and I was trying so hard to let her know I was fine, that was a pretty frustrating aspect.
It began to storm very hard and everyone who was with us' moms called and said there were tornadoes in the area. I told mine we were going back to my friends house who said I could sleep there. The drive home was pretty scary, it looked like a tsunami outside with the trees bending and rain blowing like crazy. We eventually got our other friends home, and by then I felt like my trip had already disappeared, and I was very disappointed, because it hadn't been intense and certainly didn't last very long.
We decided our only option left for a fun night was bud, so I picked up a new friend that I didn't know very well, and the plan was to acquire some by the end of the night. Of course, friend wanted to go back to her boyfriend's again, and because I thought the trip was over, I saw nothing wrong with this. With plans to pick her up again, the new friend and I headed to another town to get smoked out while we waited to hear about our own. On the drive there I began to get some visuals again, and told him it might be better if he drove on the way home. He's 22 but doesn't have a license due to some international i.d. mix-ups, so he refused. When we arrived and smoked a few bowls, the trip became 10x more intense, I was definitely seeing things differently, and he still wouldn't drive. I then said it would be a good idea to take him home, if he could just lead my back to his house which was in another town from that one. He claimed he was too high, and thats when the night turned sour.
For the rest of the night, I would ask for his help to get somewhere, and he'd tell me some random direction so we would get more and more lost and have to stop. He was starting to get really creepy and touchy and I just kept explaining that all I wanted was to get back to my good friend and go to her house. To make matters worse she and her boyfriends had gotten into a fight, and in the midst of it she threw and broke her phone, began hypervenhilating, and threw up many times. I couldn't call her boyfriend for help because she would get in trouble if he knew even I was tripping. My trip kept getting more intense, with hallucinations and trails, and this guy who was doing alot more harm than help. I was driving on interstates and he led me to at least 4 surrounding cities and not giving a crap when I told him he was getting us lost. At one point when I got really mad I said, "Weed makes you happy, not retarded!"
I finally ended up back at my friends out at 8 in the morning, having been driving around all night trying to find this guys and even managing to get an eighter. It could have been a very fun night, if it hadn't kicked in so late. I ended up with a half a tank less of gas, 20 dollars short, and very bitter towards someone that I thought I could have been friends with.
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I truly hope you took this as a lesson learned and never do that again.