R.M. Shackelford
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- Feb 24, 2004
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Me and two friends were bored tonight, so we went to Walmart and bought a can of Prestone starter fluid. We sprayed it into a bottle, mixed in one part water, shook it for a while, then seperated the heptane from the ethyl ether.
Not knowing what to expect or how much to do, I poured some on the rag and tried to take a whiff. It smelled terrible and seared my nostrils. I passed the rag as we all gave it short smell and tried to decide whether we should commit to getting high off it. My friend dipped the rag in the cup with the pure ether and soaked up almost all of it at once. I started taking bigger drags and realized that it's not so bad once you get used to it.
I can't give you the play-by-play of the next 45 minutes or so, because everything became so distorted and bizarre I wasn't entirely sure what was happening. I have a lot of experience with nitrous, and they are very comparable. Everything was fluttering, my motor skills were impaired in much the same way. I could still walk when I wanted to, but I was numb and clumsy and stupid. But ether came on slower, and stayed longer. I would be totally high on ether, but quite unaware of it, as I struggled to think normally. I started noticing insane patterns of predictability in the things happening around me. My friend playing the keyboard, closing the door, making a noise. It all seemed to have been played out in front of me a thousand times before, in my dreams, or something, and I had an insane outside perspective on everything that was happening. Strong sense of helplessness.
I remember laying on the couch, with the ether-soaked rag in my hands, twisting it in circles and struggling to understand the complexities of its shape. It didn't make any sense to me. I would close my eyes and see existance summarized in inexplicably bizarre ways. Color-coded spheres sliding on a frozen pink lake to the tune of a single ultra-high-pitched shriek that encompassed and defined everything.
The thing that really bothered me about it was how hard it was to tell when and how it was affecting me. My insane thoughts would get really far before I would remember I was drugged, and it upset me. I wanted to be able to think clearly between the streaks of (mild) euphoria. There's no clear distinction between being on ether and being off, like there is with nitrous. It lingers.
I think I didn't push it quite far enough to get to the second plateua of intense physical euphoria. I'm not sure if I ever will, either. I'm glad I tried it, but it gave me a headache and scared the bejeezus out of me. I don't think I'll do it again soon.
Not knowing what to expect or how much to do, I poured some on the rag and tried to take a whiff. It smelled terrible and seared my nostrils. I passed the rag as we all gave it short smell and tried to decide whether we should commit to getting high off it. My friend dipped the rag in the cup with the pure ether and soaked up almost all of it at once. I started taking bigger drags and realized that it's not so bad once you get used to it.
I can't give you the play-by-play of the next 45 minutes or so, because everything became so distorted and bizarre I wasn't entirely sure what was happening. I have a lot of experience with nitrous, and they are very comparable. Everything was fluttering, my motor skills were impaired in much the same way. I could still walk when I wanted to, but I was numb and clumsy and stupid. But ether came on slower, and stayed longer. I would be totally high on ether, but quite unaware of it, as I struggled to think normally. I started noticing insane patterns of predictability in the things happening around me. My friend playing the keyboard, closing the door, making a noise. It all seemed to have been played out in front of me a thousand times before, in my dreams, or something, and I had an insane outside perspective on everything that was happening. Strong sense of helplessness.
I remember laying on the couch, with the ether-soaked rag in my hands, twisting it in circles and struggling to understand the complexities of its shape. It didn't make any sense to me. I would close my eyes and see existance summarized in inexplicably bizarre ways. Color-coded spheres sliding on a frozen pink lake to the tune of a single ultra-high-pitched shriek that encompassed and defined everything.
The thing that really bothered me about it was how hard it was to tell when and how it was affecting me. My insane thoughts would get really far before I would remember I was drugged, and it upset me. I wanted to be able to think clearly between the streaks of (mild) euphoria. There's no clear distinction between being on ether and being off, like there is with nitrous. It lingers.
I think I didn't push it quite far enough to get to the second plateua of intense physical euphoria. I'm not sure if I ever will, either. I'm glad I tried it, but it gave me a headache and scared the bejeezus out of me. I don't think I'll do it again soon.