K9Unit
Bluelighter
100mg AMT, 4th time, To Messed up to make Rational Decesions.
This all happened after a very lovely saterday night, which I spent very stoned at a Pink Floyd Laser Show.
So its Sunday morning, me and my Friend Eugene wake up around 10:30 AM go have a small sized breakfast, wait 2 hours and dose.
12:30 we each pop 2 caps, each containing around 100mg of AMT. We grab a pack of gum, and a bottle of water for the each of us and head up to my room.
1:20PM Eugne just threw up in the toilet, and my dad just woke up. At this point we are feeling the AMT kicking in strong, everything is slightly morphing and shifting, and we both know, in about 2 hours we will be tripping very hard.
2:30PM I am the happiest man alive, I have not a single worry in my head, and my vision is completely overwhelmed with colors, there are no signs of nasuea, in fact I feel very very good. This tripp is already strong, and its only gonna get stronger. At thist moment my dad calles me and eugene to help him carry a book case down stairs, I try everything I can to get out of doin this, but in the end I comply, and I start carrying it down. As soon as a pick up the book case it melts downinto my arms, as if Im carring a solid piece of liquid, I carry it down the stairs, and im having fun doin this for this is no longer a book case, but a brown colored piece of Jello. After this me and Eugene proceed to go out side, and just sit the enjoying our visuals.
3:15pm, At this time, the visuals are really going wild, all the colors are morphing into each other, and the term solid is no longer presant in my vocab, all these holographic bugs, are just flying everywhere, and the houses look like giant castles, with lil men running all around inside them.
3:30PM I suggest to Eugene that we go smoke the joint we rolled the night before, and he says alright, lets go to the top of the subdivison and smoke, me bien to lazy to walk, just tell him to light it up here infront of the house. So we do, and when were about half way finished with the joint, my dad comes out, looking scary as hell, asking me where I got the cig. now since Im already far off into La La land, I really dont care what my dad thinks, I quickly correct him saying this is no cigaret, its a joint. This is when things go down hill, My dad all of a suden grows horns, and turns into a deamon and leaps at me, takes the joint away and starts yelling at me at the top of his lungs. I still dont give a damn whats going on, Im still the happiest man alive. He tells me to go to my room, and I do, along wiht my friend, and I can tell my dad is mad, he knows im messed up and he deceides to leave me alone till I sober up. So me and Eugene end up spending the entire day in my room watching the craziest visuals ever. everything is fine, till eugene goes home, and I start crashing, and my dad comes in and starts giving me a lecture. I decide I dont need this, and just leave, when I come back, my dad agian starts talking to me, I listen to his useless ramble, and try to get some sleep, and I cant fall asleep till 4am that night.
This all happened after a very lovely saterday night, which I spent very stoned at a Pink Floyd Laser Show.
So its Sunday morning, me and my Friend Eugene wake up around 10:30 AM go have a small sized breakfast, wait 2 hours and dose.
12:30 we each pop 2 caps, each containing around 100mg of AMT. We grab a pack of gum, and a bottle of water for the each of us and head up to my room.
1:20PM Eugne just threw up in the toilet, and my dad just woke up. At this point we are feeling the AMT kicking in strong, everything is slightly morphing and shifting, and we both know, in about 2 hours we will be tripping very hard.
2:30PM I am the happiest man alive, I have not a single worry in my head, and my vision is completely overwhelmed with colors, there are no signs of nasuea, in fact I feel very very good. This tripp is already strong, and its only gonna get stronger. At thist moment my dad calles me and eugene to help him carry a book case down stairs, I try everything I can to get out of doin this, but in the end I comply, and I start carrying it down. As soon as a pick up the book case it melts downinto my arms, as if Im carring a solid piece of liquid, I carry it down the stairs, and im having fun doin this for this is no longer a book case, but a brown colored piece of Jello. After this me and Eugene proceed to go out side, and just sit the enjoying our visuals.
3:15pm, At this time, the visuals are really going wild, all the colors are morphing into each other, and the term solid is no longer presant in my vocab, all these holographic bugs, are just flying everywhere, and the houses look like giant castles, with lil men running all around inside them.
3:30PM I suggest to Eugene that we go smoke the joint we rolled the night before, and he says alright, lets go to the top of the subdivison and smoke, me bien to lazy to walk, just tell him to light it up here infront of the house. So we do, and when were about half way finished with the joint, my dad comes out, looking scary as hell, asking me where I got the cig. now since Im already far off into La La land, I really dont care what my dad thinks, I quickly correct him saying this is no cigaret, its a joint. This is when things go down hill, My dad all of a suden grows horns, and turns into a deamon and leaps at me, takes the joint away and starts yelling at me at the top of his lungs. I still dont give a damn whats going on, Im still the happiest man alive. He tells me to go to my room, and I do, along wiht my friend, and I can tell my dad is mad, he knows im messed up and he deceides to leave me alone till I sober up. So me and Eugene end up spending the entire day in my room watching the craziest visuals ever. everything is fine, till eugene goes home, and I start crashing, and my dad comes in and starts giving me a lecture. I decide I dont need this, and just leave, when I come back, my dad agian starts talking to me, I listen to his useless ramble, and try to get some sleep, and I cant fall asleep till 4am that night.
The truth drug.
