h3nryrollin
Bluelighter
nitrite & MJ.....wow - semi-experienced(re-wrote, now alot better)
Ok after an afternoon of chillin with friends we decided to go back to another friends (Jon’s) house.
Earlier (5pm) I had smoked a little, I was pretty blazed, but not terribly. We had chilled, listened to music and my girl and I went into the hot tub( ;D). When his mom got home at about 10 we decided to split. The 2 girls went home, Jon and me where gonna walk to Jon’s house, and Dan was gonna clean the house and come over later.
So Jon and me leave and he pulls out the amyl, I take 2 big whiffs and pleasant buzz goes over me. After though I feel like my neck and face are "fat" or going to explode, for about 2 minutes. Jon replies that is because the rush of oxygenated blood to your head. After that I get comment about "if you smoke shouldn’t the thc get to your brain faster and harder?" we both seem excited about our new found theory, and luckily he has 10 grams of the strongest weed in southern California.
We get to his house at about 11, went into the guest bedroom with 2 chairs and the bed, we make a little hotbox/fort to smoke in. we cover the thing in thick blankets and get inside. While he was packing the bowl I took a giant whiff and waited. The same "aaaahh" feeling, quickly followed by the headrush feeling.
I get the pipe passed to me, took a whiff, a hit, then another whiff. This kept going on for about 6 bowls then we just chilled there, the sides of this blanket started looking weird, REALY weird, like we where in a car or something. The smoke inside was soo thick, I just kept taking whiffs of the amyl.
After a bit I noticed that the tips of my nose, and my upper lip was burned to hell, from being fucked and putting the bottle directly on my nose and getting some of the liquid on it.
Jon said he was gonna go upstairs, but I quickly tried to stop him for fear of looking outside. He just rolled his eyes told me I was out of it and got out.
I followed him out but just laid on the bed. He left both the amyl and the bud, I picked up the bottle and turned on the TV and just took whiffs and whiffs...
I picked up the phone and called a friend, I remember leaving a long ass message, followed by him picking up and yelling "SHUT THE FUCK UP, I HAVE TO GO TO SLEEP!"
Next thing I remember is lying there starring at the ceiling.
I just laid there and felt my racing giant heart kinda crawl up from my chest to my neck. It was the loudest and strongest I'v ever felt, maybe the fastest, but then again everything else was sooooooooo slowed down, making previous time-slowed-down-because-of-drugs look weak in comparison. I got the phone and called Dan, in a few split seconds I completely thought out what would happen if his mom picked up, how I would act, how she would respond, the different thing I could say, how I would say them. Luckily he picked up, I told him to write down what I’m saying it came out like this:
this is FUCKING MICRODOT aka h3nryrollin, ok, I like to smoke the weed instead I like to inhale nitrate and nitrous oxide, and then you take the word and then write them down on the sensor, it’s like a fucking box driving through the desert and every time it stops at the red point it gets 1 point, and it was a game and whickeahdm, ok next question jon, I am actually seeing henry Rollins on tv, yes I am jon, damn it in my mind, I see a fuse, a travel stick, the sound was getting louder and more entertaining,
He laughed and said he was gonna come over now, I told him "don’t scare me, I might be able to be scared easily".
I turned on Conan o Brian, it was strange, it seemed like I knew what he would say, and I knew the hidden meaning behind it, before he'd even say it........
I remember starring at the walls and ceiling for the longest time, eventually little colorful translucent patterns kinda started coming off the walls
I must of starred at them for about 20 minutes because the next thing, I heard knocking on the sliding glass door, I got up to open the door and looked in the mirror. My eyes where so red, in fact with closer examination there was a layer of dark purple veins over the red ones.
I went to the door and looked at his face, and my face reflecting back at me in the glass, I started laughing, but it just came out with me on my knees gripping my sides, not a sound coming out.
After a few minutes opened the door and laid on the bed, "your soooooooooooooo fucked" he told me "this is as bad as when you where robotripping that one time" (2 big bottles, I died, and called him over). He pulled out the pipe and lit up, took a final whiff and I hit it once or twice and just sat there
......(Only remember going to the kitchen, and talking to Jon)...
The next thing I was in Jon’s bedroom with the strobe light on. With a handful of those little chocolate wine bottles full of alcohol and about 20 or so wrappers of them. And an open pack of ramen on the floor and a bottle of water. I then turned off the strobe and fell asleep.
When I woke up I was soooooooooooo faded, in fact I felt like I had just smoked a "normal" amount. Dan and me got up and went to the guest bedroom, Jon was asleep on the bed, and we just chilled. Talking to people on the phone. Jon’s mom came in eventually and woke Jon up for something.
She noted on how bad it smelled like bud in here, but she didn’t care (yesterday she got a call from the school, and my friend Jon had gotten the highest SAT score in the whole school, so now she doesn’t give a shit about smoking), we went upstairs ate breakfast, and got rides home. I eventually just went back to sleep for a few hours.
[ 30 September 2002: Message edited by: h3nryrollin ]
Ok after an afternoon of chillin with friends we decided to go back to another friends (Jon’s) house.
Earlier (5pm) I had smoked a little, I was pretty blazed, but not terribly. We had chilled, listened to music and my girl and I went into the hot tub( ;D). When his mom got home at about 10 we decided to split. The 2 girls went home, Jon and me where gonna walk to Jon’s house, and Dan was gonna clean the house and come over later.
So Jon and me leave and he pulls out the amyl, I take 2 big whiffs and pleasant buzz goes over me. After though I feel like my neck and face are "fat" or going to explode, for about 2 minutes. Jon replies that is because the rush of oxygenated blood to your head. After that I get comment about "if you smoke shouldn’t the thc get to your brain faster and harder?" we both seem excited about our new found theory, and luckily he has 10 grams of the strongest weed in southern California.
We get to his house at about 11, went into the guest bedroom with 2 chairs and the bed, we make a little hotbox/fort to smoke in. we cover the thing in thick blankets and get inside. While he was packing the bowl I took a giant whiff and waited. The same "aaaahh" feeling, quickly followed by the headrush feeling.
I get the pipe passed to me, took a whiff, a hit, then another whiff. This kept going on for about 6 bowls then we just chilled there, the sides of this blanket started looking weird, REALY weird, like we where in a car or something. The smoke inside was soo thick, I just kept taking whiffs of the amyl.
After a bit I noticed that the tips of my nose, and my upper lip was burned to hell, from being fucked and putting the bottle directly on my nose and getting some of the liquid on it.
Jon said he was gonna go upstairs, but I quickly tried to stop him for fear of looking outside. He just rolled his eyes told me I was out of it and got out.
I followed him out but just laid on the bed. He left both the amyl and the bud, I picked up the bottle and turned on the TV and just took whiffs and whiffs...
I picked up the phone and called a friend, I remember leaving a long ass message, followed by him picking up and yelling "SHUT THE FUCK UP, I HAVE TO GO TO SLEEP!"
Next thing I remember is lying there starring at the ceiling.
I just laid there and felt my racing giant heart kinda crawl up from my chest to my neck. It was the loudest and strongest I'v ever felt, maybe the fastest, but then again everything else was sooooooooo slowed down, making previous time-slowed-down-because-of-drugs look weak in comparison. I got the phone and called Dan, in a few split seconds I completely thought out what would happen if his mom picked up, how I would act, how she would respond, the different thing I could say, how I would say them. Luckily he picked up, I told him to write down what I’m saying it came out like this:
this is FUCKING MICRODOT aka h3nryrollin, ok, I like to smoke the weed instead I like to inhale nitrate and nitrous oxide, and then you take the word and then write them down on the sensor, it’s like a fucking box driving through the desert and every time it stops at the red point it gets 1 point, and it was a game and whickeahdm, ok next question jon, I am actually seeing henry Rollins on tv, yes I am jon, damn it in my mind, I see a fuse, a travel stick, the sound was getting louder and more entertaining,
He laughed and said he was gonna come over now, I told him "don’t scare me, I might be able to be scared easily".
I turned on Conan o Brian, it was strange, it seemed like I knew what he would say, and I knew the hidden meaning behind it, before he'd even say it........
I remember starring at the walls and ceiling for the longest time, eventually little colorful translucent patterns kinda started coming off the walls
I must of starred at them for about 20 minutes because the next thing, I heard knocking on the sliding glass door, I got up to open the door and looked in the mirror. My eyes where so red, in fact with closer examination there was a layer of dark purple veins over the red ones.
I went to the door and looked at his face, and my face reflecting back at me in the glass, I started laughing, but it just came out with me on my knees gripping my sides, not a sound coming out.
After a few minutes opened the door and laid on the bed, "your soooooooooooooo fucked" he told me "this is as bad as when you where robotripping that one time" (2 big bottles, I died, and called him over). He pulled out the pipe and lit up, took a final whiff and I hit it once or twice and just sat there
......(Only remember going to the kitchen, and talking to Jon)...
The next thing I was in Jon’s bedroom with the strobe light on. With a handful of those little chocolate wine bottles full of alcohol and about 20 or so wrappers of them. And an open pack of ramen on the floor and a bottle of water. I then turned off the strobe and fell asleep.
When I woke up I was soooooooooooo faded, in fact I felt like I had just smoked a "normal" amount. Dan and me got up and went to the guest bedroom, Jon was asleep on the bed, and we just chilled. Talking to people on the phone. Jon’s mom came in eventually and woke Jon up for something.
She noted on how bad it smelled like bud in here, but she didn’t care (yesterday she got a call from the school, and my friend Jon had gotten the highest SAT score in the whole school, so now she doesn’t give a shit about smoking), we went upstairs ate breakfast, and got rides home. I eventually just went back to sleep for a few hours.
[ 30 September 2002: Message edited by: h3nryrollin ]
