CrimsonQueen
Bluelighter
Cocaine (1st time) & Meth, Smoked (Experienced) - I like Ice in My Coke
Okay I have been meaning to write this trip report for a while...but it's hard to write any worthwhile reports about stimulants like coke or meth, I have seen very few on here...but I'm in the mood for it. Names are changed to protect the bad druggies.
Setting & Preparation
It's the first time I have smoked meth. I plopped on the couch of my friend's urban flat, and we were going to have a little 'appetizer' before moving on to the pre-party of the John Digweed rave. There was a metal bowl with a metal spoon on the coffee table, and my friend, Jessie, is focused on mashing up the ice chunks in the bowl. And I think by ice chunks you know it's not the kind that comes from the freezer.
At the other end of the room, Roy is tearing off a piece of aluminum foil, folding it into a long V-shape. I admired his quick, skillful hands as he rolled up another piece of foil, knocked the case off a lighter, and stuck it in the lighter hole. He flicked the wheel, and a flame appeared on the thinly rolled up foil stuck on the lighter. Jessie put a piece of ice on the top of the long V-shaped foil and Roy held it on top of the lighter, slanted. I was given a pen tube, and he instructed me: 'Suck in when you see smoke curling up. Don't move at all. Suck in as much as you can in one breath.' I have never seen this smoking method before, and it's intense.
The Party Starts
As I suck, a thin wisp of smoke rose from the chunk. The chunk quickly melted into a drop of yellowish liquid on the foil, and Roy moved the foil slanting it downwards. The drop of liquid meth moved downwards too, and instinctly I moved my head down. 'Don't move, don't move!' he barked, excited. A chemical smell filled the air, and the smoke that I inhaled felt like nothing at all. As my eyes focused on the droplet of meth, the effects instantly hit me. The silver of the foil glimmered clearly, almost prettily, and I feel a rush rising up in me, all the way to my head. When I stopped, my lungs full, the drop of liquid almost instantly vaporised into crystal. I blew out smoke, my mouth slightly tainted with the taste of alumnium foil.
We passed the pen tube a few more times, with Roy doing most of the work as the experienced and crazy meth smoker. With each inhale, I felt the intense rush, feeling great looking at the meth droplet slowly dripping down the foil. Finally, I thought I was spun enough, and declined another hit. I got up from the couch to strech my legs, and the clear sharpness of every item in the flat gleamed in my eyes. I looked in the mirror and my eyes were wide open. That familar excitement of the meth high welled up in my body, and my thoughts felt sharp as a polished sword. But most of all is the rush - it's so intense that every few seconds I could feel a little bubble of tingling excitement rising up my chest, my mind wide open.
Then on to the Second Party...
We headed to the station, and every step in the walk to the station felt firm and full of purpose. Sounds silly, I know. But that's meth. I walked with my back straight as a stick, head up, and every drag of my cigarette produces a mini-europhia effect in my head, but it's a clear and sharp europhia, with the sense that everything is just fine in the world.
When we got to the pre-party, it was already in full-swing. Wine glasses, beer bottles, and cocktails on the coffee table, people dressed up in party gear plopped on beanbags. After greeting everyone, I noticed a group of people crowded around the dining table, looking at a mirror paperweight with wide, greedy eyes. Another guy sitting at the head of the table is cutting up lines. Cocaine! I ignored them, as I don't know that group of people too well, and fell to chatting with a friend at the other end of the room. My words came out smooth, and every thought in my head felt like a fish gliding in the ocean, waiting to be released into a torrent of conversation. The europia of the meth is less intense now, and I'm settling comfortably into the level, wide-awakeness of its effects. I heard Jessie called my name from the dining table: 'Hey, you want sum coke?' I pondered, as I have never done coke before, and read too many bad things about it on bluelight - addiction, horrible comedowns, etc. But being on meth, I figured what the hell - (By the way, an interesting note: these people at the party thought that meth is the devil's drug, and filthy, and they would never touch it in a million years, and claim coke is the only way to go) I would give it a go 'just to see what it's like' (famous last words)
Cocaine
I shove the snorting tube up my left nostril uncertainly, looking at the eight, fat, white lines on the paperweight. The coke-doers surrounded me, looking at me, as if sliently urging me on (Is that the first waves of meth paranioa?). Then I did it, and the big fat line disappeared up my nose. It did not sting or burn like meth, but it clogged up my nose awfully. No instant effects, apart from my meth-affected mindstate. The host offered me a glass of wine and I sipped it, hanging in there for the anticipated coke effects. I have read previously that for most people, when they do coke the first time, they don't notice any very strong effects, so I'm not suprised in not noticing anything extraordinarily different.
However, the wine, when coupled with coke, did seem to produce a kind of europia that I don't quite know how to describe, if it's an europia at all. A very subtle confidence, and the urge to talk and display my conversational skills. It works very, very, very subtly...so subtly that I can't catch it. I was feeling pretty great, high; wine, coke, and meth...what more can one want for a blasting night? I walked as if floating on the dizzying haze of the stimulants, and deicided to have another line of coke.
That's one thing I have come to learnt about coke...you want more, and more, and more. If there's any around at a party, after one line, in a short while you will be fiending for it. I don't know why I have these impulses, since the high is not that great, it's an awake and subtle effect, and I noticed I talked alot more on it. Conversation feels great, it feels right, if you know what I mean.
The effects, contarily to what I have read, did not last just 40 minutes...it lasted for quite a while, perhaps two hours, maybe because it's a first time. But the next few times I did it it lasted roughly the same length as well. The biggest relief is that I got not one tinge of the nasty coke comedowns that I have heard much about, not even a twinge of depression.
Overall, meth and coke, when combined, are two seperate effects, in my opinion. It's an alright combo, hard to get a grip on what it feels like, but I'd choose meth over coke anyday. I don't like the way I fiend for coke when I do it. And coke has such a subtle effect, though it's nice and very social drug in its way. I'm more loud, make bigger gestures, and laugh louder.
So, yep, I think that's about it.
Okay I have been meaning to write this trip report for a while...but it's hard to write any worthwhile reports about stimulants like coke or meth, I have seen very few on here...but I'm in the mood for it. Names are changed to protect the bad druggies.
Setting & Preparation
It's the first time I have smoked meth. I plopped on the couch of my friend's urban flat, and we were going to have a little 'appetizer' before moving on to the pre-party of the John Digweed rave. There was a metal bowl with a metal spoon on the coffee table, and my friend, Jessie, is focused on mashing up the ice chunks in the bowl. And I think by ice chunks you know it's not the kind that comes from the freezer.
At the other end of the room, Roy is tearing off a piece of aluminum foil, folding it into a long V-shape. I admired his quick, skillful hands as he rolled up another piece of foil, knocked the case off a lighter, and stuck it in the lighter hole. He flicked the wheel, and a flame appeared on the thinly rolled up foil stuck on the lighter. Jessie put a piece of ice on the top of the long V-shaped foil and Roy held it on top of the lighter, slanted. I was given a pen tube, and he instructed me: 'Suck in when you see smoke curling up. Don't move at all. Suck in as much as you can in one breath.' I have never seen this smoking method before, and it's intense. The Party Starts
As I suck, a thin wisp of smoke rose from the chunk. The chunk quickly melted into a drop of yellowish liquid on the foil, and Roy moved the foil slanting it downwards. The drop of liquid meth moved downwards too, and instinctly I moved my head down. 'Don't move, don't move!' he barked, excited. A chemical smell filled the air, and the smoke that I inhaled felt like nothing at all. As my eyes focused on the droplet of meth, the effects instantly hit me. The silver of the foil glimmered clearly, almost prettily, and I feel a rush rising up in me, all the way to my head. When I stopped, my lungs full, the drop of liquid almost instantly vaporised into crystal. I blew out smoke, my mouth slightly tainted with the taste of alumnium foil.
We passed the pen tube a few more times, with Roy doing most of the work as the experienced and crazy meth smoker. With each inhale, I felt the intense rush, feeling great looking at the meth droplet slowly dripping down the foil. Finally, I thought I was spun enough, and declined another hit. I got up from the couch to strech my legs, and the clear sharpness of every item in the flat gleamed in my eyes. I looked in the mirror and my eyes were wide open. That familar excitement of the meth high welled up in my body, and my thoughts felt sharp as a polished sword. But most of all is the rush - it's so intense that every few seconds I could feel a little bubble of tingling excitement rising up my chest, my mind wide open.
Then on to the Second Party...
We headed to the station, and every step in the walk to the station felt firm and full of purpose. Sounds silly, I know. But that's meth. I walked with my back straight as a stick, head up, and every drag of my cigarette produces a mini-europhia effect in my head, but it's a clear and sharp europhia, with the sense that everything is just fine in the world.
When we got to the pre-party, it was already in full-swing. Wine glasses, beer bottles, and cocktails on the coffee table, people dressed up in party gear plopped on beanbags. After greeting everyone, I noticed a group of people crowded around the dining table, looking at a mirror paperweight with wide, greedy eyes. Another guy sitting at the head of the table is cutting up lines. Cocaine! I ignored them, as I don't know that group of people too well, and fell to chatting with a friend at the other end of the room. My words came out smooth, and every thought in my head felt like a fish gliding in the ocean, waiting to be released into a torrent of conversation. The europia of the meth is less intense now, and I'm settling comfortably into the level, wide-awakeness of its effects. I heard Jessie called my name from the dining table: 'Hey, you want sum coke?' I pondered, as I have never done coke before, and read too many bad things about it on bluelight - addiction, horrible comedowns, etc. But being on meth, I figured what the hell - (By the way, an interesting note: these people at the party thought that meth is the devil's drug, and filthy, and they would never touch it in a million years, and claim coke is the only way to go) I would give it a go 'just to see what it's like' (famous last words)
Cocaine
I shove the snorting tube up my left nostril uncertainly, looking at the eight, fat, white lines on the paperweight. The coke-doers surrounded me, looking at me, as if sliently urging me on (Is that the first waves of meth paranioa?). Then I did it, and the big fat line disappeared up my nose. It did not sting or burn like meth, but it clogged up my nose awfully. No instant effects, apart from my meth-affected mindstate. The host offered me a glass of wine and I sipped it, hanging in there for the anticipated coke effects. I have read previously that for most people, when they do coke the first time, they don't notice any very strong effects, so I'm not suprised in not noticing anything extraordinarily different.
However, the wine, when coupled with coke, did seem to produce a kind of europia that I don't quite know how to describe, if it's an europia at all. A very subtle confidence, and the urge to talk and display my conversational skills. It works very, very, very subtly...so subtly that I can't catch it. I was feeling pretty great, high; wine, coke, and meth...what more can one want for a blasting night? I walked as if floating on the dizzying haze of the stimulants, and deicided to have another line of coke.
That's one thing I have come to learnt about coke...you want more, and more, and more. If there's any around at a party, after one line, in a short while you will be fiending for it. I don't know why I have these impulses, since the high is not that great, it's an awake and subtle effect, and I noticed I talked alot more on it. Conversation feels great, it feels right, if you know what I mean.
The effects, contarily to what I have read, did not last just 40 minutes...it lasted for quite a while, perhaps two hours, maybe because it's a first time. But the next few times I did it it lasted roughly the same length as well. The biggest relief is that I got not one tinge of the nasty coke comedowns that I have heard much about, not even a twinge of depression.
Overall, meth and coke, when combined, are two seperate effects, in my opinion. It's an alright combo, hard to get a grip on what it feels like, but I'd choose meth over coke anyday. I don't like the way I fiend for coke when I do it. And coke has such a subtle effect, though it's nice and very social drug in its way. I'm more loud, make bigger gestures, and laugh louder.
So, yep, I think that's about it.
![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
