Xelfer
Bluelighter
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- Oct 13, 2004
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So the day started out with me at my friend's house with 15 bones. Finally after a few thoughts about a bean I decided to try out DXM. Walked to the local drugmart not to far from his house and picked up Robo Extra Strength Cough (Thanks BD!)
Went back to his house, we did a 75mg test, tasted awful but we could handle it. Over an hour or two I drank 450mg, where as he drank 150mg. So overall i've taken 525mg and he has taken 225mg. At first we thought it had no effect and this was a waste of money, but no.
I'm telling you, this was one of the best experiences I've ever had. My friend and I bonded like never before, so after a few random turns and a smoke that felt like it was two hours long, we met up with his girlfriend at McDonalds sketched as fuck. She gets a call: her brother got robbed for 900 dollars, he was trying to buy 300 pills from a connection (this news did not phaze me or her boyfriend at all).
We end up picking up another friend of ours, realizing we have no chronic (woot.). Our whole area is dry for bud somehow, so I make a call or two and we end up in one of the sketchiest areas I've ever been in, where I was alone tripping the fuck out across like four ghetto-as-fuck areas, hop over two schools and a fence to a pool of 15 thugged-out, no-emotion, soldiers as far as I could see. In my current state I could really see how dead inside they all were. Luckily I had known one of them for most of my life and I didn't get robbed, got my 20 bag and bounced. The sad thing was that me and my friend (who got the 20 bag for me) didn't even connect. It saddened me deeply to see him dead inside. Living in that environment since he was seven has completely changed him.
So an hour or two later we end up at some random park smoking a fat blunt, tripping out hard realizing our perfect stance (we were standing in order from tallest to shortest in kind of a square, it was trippy). About an hour later we smoke another blunt, my friend gets a call, gets into a deep conversation with someone, and after she hangs up she says "It's done.".
"What?"
"He's ____" (you can figure this part out). Well if that just doesn't throw off your whole day, the dude that robbed her brother earlier payed for it This did not phaze us due to the fact the stories we heard about him were ruthless. The dude was not a good person and got what was coming to him.
After a long ass night, we end up at his house were his mother was home for some reason. We were going to crash but all of a sudden he comes out and says "You guys gotta leave.". It was like 3 AM, where the hell were we going to go? He offered to drop us off at nearby places so we could get picked up, so we had to take it. First we ended up at some random porch that looked like it was from ancient Rome, where we discovered the world looked like it was layered and we could see each layer step by step. Eventually I got dropped off at an intersection where another friend picked me up. I got taken home and the day was over.
Conclusion : DXM is a hell of a drug. Going out on DXM is not the smartest idea, at least in my opinion. You feel sketchy, zoned out, you can feel connected to people but at the same time you feel nothing.
Went back to his house, we did a 75mg test, tasted awful but we could handle it. Over an hour or two I drank 450mg, where as he drank 150mg. So overall i've taken 525mg and he has taken 225mg. At first we thought it had no effect and this was a waste of money, but no.
I'm telling you, this was one of the best experiences I've ever had. My friend and I bonded like never before, so after a few random turns and a smoke that felt like it was two hours long, we met up with his girlfriend at McDonalds sketched as fuck. She gets a call: her brother got robbed for 900 dollars, he was trying to buy 300 pills from a connection (this news did not phaze me or her boyfriend at all).
We end up picking up another friend of ours, realizing we have no chronic (woot.). Our whole area is dry for bud somehow, so I make a call or two and we end up in one of the sketchiest areas I've ever been in, where I was alone tripping the fuck out across like four ghetto-as-fuck areas, hop over two schools and a fence to a pool of 15 thugged-out, no-emotion, soldiers as far as I could see. In my current state I could really see how dead inside they all were. Luckily I had known one of them for most of my life and I didn't get robbed, got my 20 bag and bounced. The sad thing was that me and my friend (who got the 20 bag for me) didn't even connect. It saddened me deeply to see him dead inside. Living in that environment since he was seven has completely changed him.
So an hour or two later we end up at some random park smoking a fat blunt, tripping out hard realizing our perfect stance (we were standing in order from tallest to shortest in kind of a square, it was trippy). About an hour later we smoke another blunt, my friend gets a call, gets into a deep conversation with someone, and after she hangs up she says "It's done.".
"What?"
"He's ____" (you can figure this part out). Well if that just doesn't throw off your whole day, the dude that robbed her brother earlier payed for it This did not phaze us due to the fact the stories we heard about him were ruthless. The dude was not a good person and got what was coming to him.
After a long ass night, we end up at his house were his mother was home for some reason. We were going to crash but all of a sudden he comes out and says "You guys gotta leave.". It was like 3 AM, where the hell were we going to go? He offered to drop us off at nearby places so we could get picked up, so we had to take it. First we ended up at some random porch that looked like it was from ancient Rome, where we discovered the world looked like it was layered and we could see each layer step by step. Eventually I got dropped off at an intersection where another friend picked me up. I got taken home and the day was over.
Conclusion : DXM is a hell of a drug. Going out on DXM is not the smartest idea, at least in my opinion. You feel sketchy, zoned out, you can feel connected to people but at the same time you feel nothing.
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