foxy - 1st time - a rock throwin' good time
i'm admittedly intrigued by research chemicals. for a while, i read obsessively about all the usual suspects, then decided foxy (5-MeO-DiPT) seemed like the best match for me. i received the happy package via USPS one day, stashed it in my drawer, and promptly forgot about it for 2 months.
i'd been waiting for the 'right time' to explore the foxhole, but a good opportunity never really presented itself. this past weekend, the time had finally come. i was hanging out at my house with a close friend of mine (we'll call her T). we had talked about foxy recently, and i had forwarded her some helpful information, much of it from you fine people here at bluelight (thanks, darlings!). it was a night colored by our latest routine: spinning records by candlelight while drinking beers. for some reason, we ran out of beers relatively early and didn't decide to re-stock. this fact is strange in and of itself, but that's beside the point.
setting: my house. my roommates are asleep. it's late at night/early in the morning. i suggest busting out the foxy and T is all for it.
i'm well aware that you aren't supposed to eyeball this stuff, but i did it anyway. based on my reading, i knew there was a fairly broad range of dosage that i would be comfortable with. furthermore, it was quite a careful and scientific eyeballing, as far as that procedure goes. approximate dosage: 12-15 mg, taken orally.
we each dissolved our portion in a glass of rockstar 'cola', or whatever that shit is. taste: not pleasant, but certainly not as barfalicious as many of the trip reports led me to believe.
as soon as i pounded the solution, i hopped in the shower. i *hate* feeling all dirty while i'm tripping. i figured i could be in and out of the shower before the foxy really kicked in. i was wrong.
+15: i'm in the shower shaving my arms, la la la. i'm starting to feel... goofy. it's similar to a come-up on mushrooms. i announce to T that i'm starting to feel something. she agrees, tells me to stop shaving my arms, and then proceeds to giggle and lie down on my bathroom floor. i am really overwhelmed by this substance, but in a good way. i'm not uncomfortable at all. i just need to get out of the goddamn shower.
+30: we are flat-out fucked up. again, there's no real discomfort. the evil body load i had anticipated is non-existent. T and i are lying on the bed, just looking out my window and getting our absent-minded and arbitrary rub-on. i can see how this drug could be super-sexual, but it's really not your only option. i was getting these crazy, sort of orgasmic body rushes in waves. T told me afterwards that the skin on my arms felt like velvet. it was a very sensual experience.
+1.00: we are still on the bed, but our concentration has kind of shifted to the visual aspects of the drug. i thought the visuals were amazing, and really understated in the trip reports i had read. again, there are a lot of similarities between foxy visuals and mushroom/acid visuals. personally, when i do acid, the visuals scare me. mushroom visuals never scare me. foxy visuals were not scary in the least. T and i gazed out my bedroom window and watched the clouds rush by. we both noticed a "cubist" or "mosaic" sort of effect. the clouds were bursting in brilliant hues of orange and pink. it was really beautiful.
+2.00: i think this is where we went out onto my porch. we stared at spots on the ground for a seemingly endless amount of time to see what they had to offer. there was plenty of activity. our visuals were still at full throttle.
+3.00 (approximately): back in bed. the audio distortions are starting to distract us. T wonders when her voice will sound normal again. all the sounds kind of bend and morph during the journey to our ears. we decide it would be fun to try to mix some records in this state of auditory confusion. she takes the first crack at it, and is thoroughly amused. she hands me the headphones and laughs as i struggle with getting my head around the sounds. we are having *way* too much fun and we start getting a bit too noisy. i'm concerned that we will wake up my roommates. i suggest we go outside and walk around. i also wanted to get breakfast - not because i was hungry, but simply because we hadn't eaten in a long time.
we get 'dressed' - meaning i put on jeans instead of pajama pants. T slapped on a beanie and i grabbed some pink sunglasses. we sized eachother up to make sure we were sufficiently prepared for the public. "we look GREAT," i remarked. we didn't. we knew it. we didn't give a shit. we laughed our way out the door.
this is where the timing gets weird for me. i don't know exactly how long we were screwing around outside, but i do know that we were being loud and obnoxious and we felt like we were 10 years old. there is an old abandoned warehouse close to where i live that's getting torn down in the next couple months. the windows are mostly broken out and the building generally gets shown no love. there is also construction in progress along the same road, so there were piles of rocks at our disposal. and dispose of them we did... right through the windows of this building. i can't emphasize how much fun this was. we were getting our major league baseball super-pitch on.
T decides we should try to get on the roof. i agree. unfortunately, we were intercepted while searching for a way up. yes, kiddies, po-po: enter stage right.
3 cop cars ended up responding to our situation. i've never gotten along so well with cops in my life. we had them cracking up hysterically. they didn't know what to make of us. here you have 2 cute college females at 8:00 am throwing rocks at a building and talking mad shit. very strange indeed.
the police officers proceed to do the obligatory i.d check and running of our names. T's name clears; mine does not. damn no-bail traffic warrants! damn! my ass got hauled to jail, but even jail could not kill my great mood. i'd never been to jail before and i had always been morbidly curious about it. now i know. i spent a while in jail just tripping out on the walls and the utter ridiculousness of the situation. one thing i must say about foxy: it lasted *forever*. my visuals didn't die down completely until around noon.
was this long enough for you guys?
here's the condensed version:
1. foxy kicks ass
2. e-like body high, shroom-like visuals
3. don't go out wreckin shit if you have warrants.
[ 21 March 2002: Message edited by: @lterEgo ]
i'm admittedly intrigued by research chemicals. for a while, i read obsessively about all the usual suspects, then decided foxy (5-MeO-DiPT) seemed like the best match for me. i received the happy package via USPS one day, stashed it in my drawer, and promptly forgot about it for 2 months.
i'd been waiting for the 'right time' to explore the foxhole, but a good opportunity never really presented itself. this past weekend, the time had finally come. i was hanging out at my house with a close friend of mine (we'll call her T). we had talked about foxy recently, and i had forwarded her some helpful information, much of it from you fine people here at bluelight (thanks, darlings!). it was a night colored by our latest routine: spinning records by candlelight while drinking beers. for some reason, we ran out of beers relatively early and didn't decide to re-stock. this fact is strange in and of itself, but that's beside the point.
setting: my house. my roommates are asleep. it's late at night/early in the morning. i suggest busting out the foxy and T is all for it.
i'm well aware that you aren't supposed to eyeball this stuff, but i did it anyway. based on my reading, i knew there was a fairly broad range of dosage that i would be comfortable with. furthermore, it was quite a careful and scientific eyeballing, as far as that procedure goes. approximate dosage: 12-15 mg, taken orally.
we each dissolved our portion in a glass of rockstar 'cola', or whatever that shit is. taste: not pleasant, but certainly not as barfalicious as many of the trip reports led me to believe.
as soon as i pounded the solution, i hopped in the shower. i *hate* feeling all dirty while i'm tripping. i figured i could be in and out of the shower before the foxy really kicked in. i was wrong.
+15: i'm in the shower shaving my arms, la la la. i'm starting to feel... goofy. it's similar to a come-up on mushrooms. i announce to T that i'm starting to feel something. she agrees, tells me to stop shaving my arms, and then proceeds to giggle and lie down on my bathroom floor. i am really overwhelmed by this substance, but in a good way. i'm not uncomfortable at all. i just need to get out of the goddamn shower.
+30: we are flat-out fucked up. again, there's no real discomfort. the evil body load i had anticipated is non-existent. T and i are lying on the bed, just looking out my window and getting our absent-minded and arbitrary rub-on. i can see how this drug could be super-sexual, but it's really not your only option. i was getting these crazy, sort of orgasmic body rushes in waves. T told me afterwards that the skin on my arms felt like velvet. it was a very sensual experience.
+1.00: we are still on the bed, but our concentration has kind of shifted to the visual aspects of the drug. i thought the visuals were amazing, and really understated in the trip reports i had read. again, there are a lot of similarities between foxy visuals and mushroom/acid visuals. personally, when i do acid, the visuals scare me. mushroom visuals never scare me. foxy visuals were not scary in the least. T and i gazed out my bedroom window and watched the clouds rush by. we both noticed a "cubist" or "mosaic" sort of effect. the clouds were bursting in brilliant hues of orange and pink. it was really beautiful.
+2.00: i think this is where we went out onto my porch. we stared at spots on the ground for a seemingly endless amount of time to see what they had to offer. there was plenty of activity. our visuals were still at full throttle.
+3.00 (approximately): back in bed. the audio distortions are starting to distract us. T wonders when her voice will sound normal again. all the sounds kind of bend and morph during the journey to our ears. we decide it would be fun to try to mix some records in this state of auditory confusion. she takes the first crack at it, and is thoroughly amused. she hands me the headphones and laughs as i struggle with getting my head around the sounds. we are having *way* too much fun and we start getting a bit too noisy. i'm concerned that we will wake up my roommates. i suggest we go outside and walk around. i also wanted to get breakfast - not because i was hungry, but simply because we hadn't eaten in a long time.
we get 'dressed' - meaning i put on jeans instead of pajama pants. T slapped on a beanie and i grabbed some pink sunglasses. we sized eachother up to make sure we were sufficiently prepared for the public. "we look GREAT," i remarked. we didn't. we knew it. we didn't give a shit. we laughed our way out the door.
this is where the timing gets weird for me. i don't know exactly how long we were screwing around outside, but i do know that we were being loud and obnoxious and we felt like we were 10 years old. there is an old abandoned warehouse close to where i live that's getting torn down in the next couple months. the windows are mostly broken out and the building generally gets shown no love. there is also construction in progress along the same road, so there were piles of rocks at our disposal. and dispose of them we did... right through the windows of this building. i can't emphasize how much fun this was. we were getting our major league baseball super-pitch on.
T decides we should try to get on the roof. i agree. unfortunately, we were intercepted while searching for a way up. yes, kiddies, po-po: enter stage right.
3 cop cars ended up responding to our situation. i've never gotten along so well with cops in my life. we had them cracking up hysterically. they didn't know what to make of us. here you have 2 cute college females at 8:00 am throwing rocks at a building and talking mad shit. very strange indeed.
the police officers proceed to do the obligatory i.d check and running of our names. T's name clears; mine does not. damn no-bail traffic warrants! damn! my ass got hauled to jail, but even jail could not kill my great mood. i'd never been to jail before and i had always been morbidly curious about it. now i know. i spent a while in jail just tripping out on the walls and the utter ridiculousness of the situation. one thing i must say about foxy: it lasted *forever*. my visuals didn't die down completely until around noon.
was this long enough for you guys?
here's the condensed version:
1. foxy kicks ass
2. e-like body high, shroom-like visuals
3. don't go out wreckin shit if you have warrants.
[ 21 March 2002: Message edited by: @lterEgo ]
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