People Key: me:J designated driver:M male friend#1: D female friend#1: N male friend #2:I female friend#2:K house owner #1(female): C house owner#2(male):A
So I took my first stroll through the snow last night. It started as a normal friday, with only me D and N in attendance. We smoked a blunt at 4:20, went and bought some 40's and then sat around smoking waiting for night to fall so we could indulge in our fine $3 high gravity malt liquor. By this time we were in an automobile with M driving and K also in attendance. As the sun began to sink behind the golden gate at around 8:30 or so we began sipping our 40's while we smoked what we knew was going to be the last blunt for a while. It was a free blunt due to the fact that we had earlier sold some weed to some high school students we knew and our dealer overfilled our bag by about a gram so we figured that was ours as a processing fee.
By 9:30 or so we were all completely wasted (save our designated driver) and somehow the decision was made to go hang out at a random (to me) girls house who we will call C. Once we got there me and the designated driver went to go fetch another friend of ours (I) who I believe was responsible for the snow that night. By the time me and M were on our way I was almost too fucked up and felt like if I indulged in any more weed or alcohol I would definitely faint (I felt as if I was on the brink of doing so already.) So as we collected I and headed back to C's house I decided to lay off the bong bowls I knew would be in progress upon my return. After a while of sitting around toking bong bowls and another unwanted (by me) round of shots of Jameson I was feeling that I had come down a level (for some reason the Jameson actually sobered me up a bit.) About ten minutes after me starting to feel better the topic of cocaine came up as it had many times in the previous month or so since my friends who were back from college in New York (where yay is the DOC for many folks) and were craving it quite frequently. The friend that me and M had picked up earlier said that he could pick up a gram for $40 at any time if we wanted it, so N and K promptly responded "how about right now!?"
Next thing I knew we were in the car speeding across town to go meet I's dealer. This area gets a little fuzzy for some reason but after some strange drunken acts and a small amount of wandering to find a dealers house we were smashing back to C's house with a shiny new 1000-1500 mg of some concoction of cocaine, acetone, and from what my senses were going to be telling me in a short while most definitely some amount of dexedrine.
Next thing I knew there was five lines and one smaller bump spread out on a very beautiful mirror in front of me. I wasn?€™t really nervous, people wouldn?€™t do this drug if it wasn?€™t enjoyable and I?€™ve done my share of stimulants in the past so what was there to fear. Snnnniiiffff, up the nose it goes, an instant numbing sensation in the nose and throat but I was ready for that, and then that all familiar feeling, pure stimulation. It was very much what I expected, it felt similar to Dex but with less of that dirty feeling, it was far more of a clear euphoria with a more of a cleaner buzz rather than the strong but not strong at the same time bipolar hum of D-amphetamine.
At this point I also realized that I was, in another sense, completely sober. The slow sloppy headed alcohol-cannabis buzz that was overpowering my senses not 2 minutes ago was no more. This sent me into a storm of thought processes about stimulants in general and how they seemed to be the all american class of drugs. Only their mischievous hydrocarbon infused cousin was schedule 1 (I speak of meth-amphetamine) , the medical field had come up with one kind of excuse or another for all other stims (besides all the ones with scary sounding names cooked up by some madman named Alexander and his crazed wife in their junky feeding laboratory out on the (gulp!) west coast) to keep them roaring off the assembly lines in the heartland of america, where real red blooded american entrepreneurs like Barr and Pfizer could sell these drugs legally to keep up the productivity rate of the people (who can afford it) all at the low low price of $370 a gram.
For some reason I couldn?€™t keep my thoughts off of adderall even though I had just done coke, but then as the minutes crept by I could feel my fears confirmed. There was most definitely some speed cut into our product. This bugged me a lot because when I try a new drug I like to make sure that I am doing the highest quality iteration of that drug on the market (first time MDMA was pure crystal molly, first and every time Dex was brand name pharm. grade.) But no matter the product was not supplied by me so I decided that in a month or 2 when it was the first time for ME to do coke I was going to purify the product and make sure I did only cocaine. Anyways as the night continued a few more bumps were done which didn?€™t really raise my level of intoxication but probably stopped a comedown somewhere in there.
After a while it was time to clear out of C?€™s house and conveniently at that time N got a call from A who invited us over to his humble abode. Luckily we had taken bumps just before we left so with our snowshoes strapped on tight I threw my arm around N?€™s shapely waist and the 1.5 mile walk flew by. At this point obviously our driver (M) had gone home, he is far less experienced in drugs in general and I understood when he said that he didn?€™t want to be around people doing coke, so our crew was reduced to me, my best friend D, my other best friend N (we have become friends with benefits which I have to say I enjoy thoroughly), N?€™s best friend from college K who we have absorbed as a regular member of our crew, and I who goes back with N and D a ways and I have always been acquainted with. We arrived at A?€™s house in what seemed to be a timely fashion and headed back to his music studio jam-area in his backyard. Back there was A, another acquaintance G, who I knew for his fucking outstanding pottery skills (he had thrown all kinds of beautiful bongs and pipes and I had even once witnessed him thrown 25 lbs of clay into one massive bowl which I would have estimated to be capable of holding at least 12-15 gallons of water), and another person who none of us knew who we will call B.
We all had marijuana and the inhabitants were the stoner musician type so we all blazed away as the aurally orgasmic reggae baselines caressed our ears and dopamine flooded minds. One last line was had in the jam space and much to my relief I was not pushed over the edge stimulation wise into the unpleasant land of heart palpitations and over stimulation. This had been my main concern with cocaine, I do not have a particularly strong heart and I have suspicions that I have some type of arrhythmia, so I was not too excited about what kind of effects this would have on my heart, but thankfully all through the night I got no signs of heart palpation I could actually not feel my heart beating at all (a symptom of arrhythmia is to experience the opposite, even when sober.) The last line was done at about 3am or so and by 3:45 the night was winding down, at no point did I feel any kind of comedown, however this could be attributed to the large amount of marijuana consumption around the time when I should have been coming down and also the longer lasting speed setting me down gently onto a lower plato.
At some point G for some reason (despite him only having consumed 2 beers along w/ large amounts of cannabis) vomited so we decided to retire to the house to hang out with him while he recovered. A round of Super Smash Bros. for the N64 was had before we all bid each other adieu and journeyed off to our respective houses, me and D heading south bound for the gheto and N and K heading north with I (who lived very far away and was crashing at N?€™s house) to N?€™s cozy house. I would have joined them and taken a place in N?€™s bed for the night but we were already on the southern side of town so I decided to retire to my own dwelling.
When I got home I found that I was very ready for sleep despite my stimulant intake for the night but my first case of godforsaken coke nose was keeping me awake, I blew my nose at least 20 times and washed it out with a damn near liter of water but it just wouldn?€™t go away. Finally exhaustion overcame my discomfort and I drifted to sleep. I awoke the next day (or evening rather) very tired and EXTREMELY hungry, I quickly proceeded to prepare and devour litteraly a pound of steak. After a meal I felt like a new man and was experiencing no hangover or burnt out feeling whatsoever and I quickly called my friends and left the house for another wonderful (but not snowy) night.
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So I took my first stroll through the snow last night. It started as a normal friday, with only me D and N in attendance. We smoked a blunt at 4:20, went and bought some 40's and then sat around smoking waiting for night to fall so we could indulge in our fine $3 high gravity malt liquor. By this time we were in an automobile with M driving and K also in attendance. As the sun began to sink behind the golden gate at around 8:30 or so we began sipping our 40's while we smoked what we knew was going to be the last blunt for a while. It was a free blunt due to the fact that we had earlier sold some weed to some high school students we knew and our dealer overfilled our bag by about a gram so we figured that was ours as a processing fee.
By 9:30 or so we were all completely wasted (save our designated driver) and somehow the decision was made to go hang out at a random (to me) girls house who we will call C. Once we got there me and the designated driver went to go fetch another friend of ours (I) who I believe was responsible for the snow that night. By the time me and M were on our way I was almost too fucked up and felt like if I indulged in any more weed or alcohol I would definitely faint (I felt as if I was on the brink of doing so already.) So as we collected I and headed back to C's house I decided to lay off the bong bowls I knew would be in progress upon my return. After a while of sitting around toking bong bowls and another unwanted (by me) round of shots of Jameson I was feeling that I had come down a level (for some reason the Jameson actually sobered me up a bit.) About ten minutes after me starting to feel better the topic of cocaine came up as it had many times in the previous month or so since my friends who were back from college in New York (where yay is the DOC for many folks) and were craving it quite frequently. The friend that me and M had picked up earlier said that he could pick up a gram for $40 at any time if we wanted it, so N and K promptly responded "how about right now!?"
Next thing I knew we were in the car speeding across town to go meet I's dealer. This area gets a little fuzzy for some reason but after some strange drunken acts and a small amount of wandering to find a dealers house we were smashing back to C's house with a shiny new 1000-1500 mg of some concoction of cocaine, acetone, and from what my senses were going to be telling me in a short while most definitely some amount of dexedrine.
Next thing I knew there was five lines and one smaller bump spread out on a very beautiful mirror in front of me. I wasn?€™t really nervous, people wouldn?€™t do this drug if it wasn?€™t enjoyable and I?€™ve done my share of stimulants in the past so what was there to fear. Snnnniiiffff, up the nose it goes, an instant numbing sensation in the nose and throat but I was ready for that, and then that all familiar feeling, pure stimulation. It was very much what I expected, it felt similar to Dex but with less of that dirty feeling, it was far more of a clear euphoria with a more of a cleaner buzz rather than the strong but not strong at the same time bipolar hum of D-amphetamine.
At this point I also realized that I was, in another sense, completely sober. The slow sloppy headed alcohol-cannabis buzz that was overpowering my senses not 2 minutes ago was no more. This sent me into a storm of thought processes about stimulants in general and how they seemed to be the all american class of drugs. Only their mischievous hydrocarbon infused cousin was schedule 1 (I speak of meth-amphetamine) , the medical field had come up with one kind of excuse or another for all other stims (besides all the ones with scary sounding names cooked up by some madman named Alexander and his crazed wife in their junky feeding laboratory out on the (gulp!) west coast) to keep them roaring off the assembly lines in the heartland of america, where real red blooded american entrepreneurs like Barr and Pfizer could sell these drugs legally to keep up the productivity rate of the people (who can afford it) all at the low low price of $370 a gram.
For some reason I couldn?€™t keep my thoughts off of adderall even though I had just done coke, but then as the minutes crept by I could feel my fears confirmed. There was most definitely some speed cut into our product. This bugged me a lot because when I try a new drug I like to make sure that I am doing the highest quality iteration of that drug on the market (first time MDMA was pure crystal molly, first and every time Dex was brand name pharm. grade.) But no matter the product was not supplied by me so I decided that in a month or 2 when it was the first time for ME to do coke I was going to purify the product and make sure I did only cocaine. Anyways as the night continued a few more bumps were done which didn?€™t really raise my level of intoxication but probably stopped a comedown somewhere in there.
After a while it was time to clear out of C?€™s house and conveniently at that time N got a call from A who invited us over to his humble abode. Luckily we had taken bumps just before we left so with our snowshoes strapped on tight I threw my arm around N?€™s shapely waist and the 1.5 mile walk flew by. At this point obviously our driver (M) had gone home, he is far less experienced in drugs in general and I understood when he said that he didn?€™t want to be around people doing coke, so our crew was reduced to me, my best friend D, my other best friend N (we have become friends with benefits which I have to say I enjoy thoroughly), N?€™s best friend from college K who we have absorbed as a regular member of our crew, and I who goes back with N and D a ways and I have always been acquainted with. We arrived at A?€™s house in what seemed to be a timely fashion and headed back to his music studio jam-area in his backyard. Back there was A, another acquaintance G, who I knew for his fucking outstanding pottery skills (he had thrown all kinds of beautiful bongs and pipes and I had even once witnessed him thrown 25 lbs of clay into one massive bowl which I would have estimated to be capable of holding at least 12-15 gallons of water), and another person who none of us knew who we will call B.
We all had marijuana and the inhabitants were the stoner musician type so we all blazed away as the aurally orgasmic reggae baselines caressed our ears and dopamine flooded minds. One last line was had in the jam space and much to my relief I was not pushed over the edge stimulation wise into the unpleasant land of heart palpitations and over stimulation. This had been my main concern with cocaine, I do not have a particularly strong heart and I have suspicions that I have some type of arrhythmia, so I was not too excited about what kind of effects this would have on my heart, but thankfully all through the night I got no signs of heart palpation I could actually not feel my heart beating at all (a symptom of arrhythmia is to experience the opposite, even when sober.) The last line was done at about 3am or so and by 3:45 the night was winding down, at no point did I feel any kind of comedown, however this could be attributed to the large amount of marijuana consumption around the time when I should have been coming down and also the longer lasting speed setting me down gently onto a lower plato.
At some point G for some reason (despite him only having consumed 2 beers along w/ large amounts of cannabis) vomited so we decided to retire to the house to hang out with him while he recovered. A round of Super Smash Bros. for the N64 was had before we all bid each other adieu and journeyed off to our respective houses, me and D heading south bound for the gheto and N and K heading north with I (who lived very far away and was crashing at N?€™s house) to N?€™s cozy house. I would have joined them and taken a place in N?€™s bed for the night but we were already on the southern side of town so I decided to retire to my own dwelling.
When I got home I found that I was very ready for sleep despite my stimulant intake for the night but my first case of godforsaken coke nose was keeping me awake, I blew my nose at least 20 times and washed it out with a damn near liter of water but it just wouldn?€™t go away. Finally exhaustion overcame my discomfort and I drifted to sleep. I awoke the next day (or evening rather) very tired and EXTREMELY hungry, I quickly proceeded to prepare and devour litteraly a pound of steak. After a meal I felt like a new man and was experiencing no hangover or burnt out feeling whatsoever and I quickly called my friends and left the house for another wonderful (but not snowy) night.
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