Hi,
Just received 500mg Ethylphenidate for experimentation along with some Etizolam for later. No working scales so I'm eyeballing which limits the usefulness of dosing info so sorry for that. Insufflation is the ROA because that's how us 80s kids roll!
About me, for what it's worth to ya! I'm a relatively fit 41, a well built 5'10" and 170lbs, not skinny but not fat either. Used to smoke until I quit 5 months ago having discovered the world of vaping. I have a reasonably fast metabolism, my first coffee of the day rocks my world and pain killers are usually fast acting on me too. No real medical history other than a brief period of taking Seroxat in my early 30s which I hated because it robbed me of my soul . But I've a ton of recreational derring-do under my belt, leaning more toward psychonautic, only dabbling in stims when I'm really bored, like now.
10:45am - Package arrived 10 minutes ago - god I love you Mr Postman, I don't tell you that enough. I've not eaten anything today, just a couple of coffees. Open the bag up, the instant heady scent of chem causes the usual Pavlovian response. Glassy, shard-like sea salt consistency, looks a total bitch to get up the hooter, so I've decided to chop it up as finely as possible with my trusty Visa. I don't know if what I've got is under weight but it doesn't look like half a gram to me, must be the consistency. Because of that I'm particularly leary about eyeballing so I take about a match head's worth, a very thin line half a toothpick in length and halve it as an allergy test. Man, it hurts like a motherfucker, like snorting chilli powder cut with fibreglass! The pain eases after 30 seconds - this old hand has known worse, but not much.Copious amounts of drip.
10:50am - no adverse reaction, and just a slight stim tingle lurking in the periphery.
11:23am - was too busy setting up this report to line up another dose. Also our 4 month old kitten is shouting to be fed. Now the Wife's calling from work to check how I'm getting on with painting the spare room. "Great" I say with the practiced smoothness of a married man well used to pressure under interrogation with all things domestic.
11:45 okay, so not much to report. Onto a proper dose. Again I hate eyeballing but my scales are totally whack and I no longer trust it's lies - my eyes are more reliable. I do another thin half toothpick line. And this time the stimulation is almost instant. A definite welcome buzzy sensation.
11:50 I feel really very pleasant indeed, very clear headed, a subtle yet really warm and sunny sense of well being. I'm also really enjoying talking to you, even if you're not reading this. Doesn't matter, because conveying experience this way feels like keeping a journal, something I've always wanted to do but could never be arsed to keep up for more than a week - who am I kidding, a day!
11:55 People describe this stuff as a sort of light coke...hmm, it's nothing like any charlie I've ever done, even the really cut to shit stuff. It's breezy and nice, but not euphoric to me. I kicked smoking 5 months ago and whenever I quit in the past it was drug taking or drinking that knocked me off the perch. I've since taken up vaping nicotine "e-juice" and it's been absolutely stellar, not a single blip. Doing a stim would normally be a recipe for disaster yet I'm really enjoying sucking on my e-cigarette, particularly as it's Red Bull flavoured which is rather appropriate - ENERGY!
12:15 - okay so that bump definitely had a mild impact, maybe I was expecting just a little more from it considering it's rapid onset, and it certainly feels like it could be cumulative in effect though euphoria has been entirely absent so far, with only mild but very pure physical/mental stimulation, like a coffee jag but without the unhealthy feeling one gets from that. I wouldn't describe it as moreish as such, more that I instinctively know doing little bumps at regular intervals is going to reap rewards, like Playstation Wipeout's speed pads. Maybe I'm wrong there, but lets see shall we? Feeling a bit cold so I've whacked up the central heating. Going to have a play with the kitten for a bit, then go up to my den for a line. Same size I reckon. Fuck the painting.
12:30 I think I'm trapped in that weird place between over-caution and the temptation to start cooking on gas. I reckon doses so far amount to around 25mg. This time I've served up toothpick's length, something approaching what I think of as that first conservative line of coke you do before enthusiastically ripping into your gram. God I hate this guess work with an RC substance. I dunno, maybe 25mg? Looking at what's in the bag I'd say that was about right. Virtually instant good karma this time, totally hit the sweet spot and I'm flying. But it's like flying a glider rather than a jet plane, not so much thrust but plenty of good feeling, very slight euphoria too, like those little moments you sometimes experience where life just seems....sweet. Right now I'd love to have somebody come round for a social visit, I'd really enjoy the company. Blue Light will have to do for now, at least until the Wife gets home from her hard day's toil. I'm thinking of telling her an absolute whopper about putting my back out when I got up the ladder to paint the ceiling. I might try to bribe her by suggesting a visit to the in-laws and a long walk along the windswept foreshore with our dog.
12:40 Talk about better living through chemistry....just tidied our bedroom with the enthusiasm of a forensic team working a scene. I WANT to paint that god damned room, I want to paint that motherfucker so bad I can taste it. I'm feeling the creative spark too; would the wife appreciate a crude rendition of The Creation of Adam on the ceiling with nothing more than three shades of dulux paint, a roller and an edging brush? All I know is that I could probably pull it off with gusto and have plenty in the tank for other grand projects around the house. I'm feeling in absolutely top shape, as fit as an astronaut on the eve of his moon landing. Man, this RC is good shit.
12:58 - I'm waffling aren't I? Nobody's gonna read this babbling stream of consciousness. I wouldn't. Well, right now I would. I'd read the back of a shampoo bottle and give it a round of applause afterwards. Lets hope I don't do anything silly like drop a bag of sugar on the floor, because I'd really enjoy picking it all up with nothing more than some eyebrow tweezers. Right now, that would be like a day at the races. I NEED tasks. Give me a work detail. Maybe I'll go out and sweep the neighbour's drive, he'd appreciate that.
13:29 - a bit of slight dizzyness and a tad of upset stomach feeling. I also instinctively know that sitting around in front of my PC being sedentary is not the way forward. I got up and moved around and got a real rush from even that tiny bit of exertion. So in a plot twist I'm going to crack on with some chores before I even consider doing any more of this stuff.
14:10 I'm writing today off as a chemical boosted dedication to the senses. Some vintage Nine Inch Nails is my current tasty ear candy, The Spinto Band were just too organic for my current mood, I'm digging a more cyber sexual soundscape, it's making me feel horny and right now a Cheryl Cole lookalike 22nd century Taiwanese mail order pleasure bot with shiny patent leather flesh and death grip vagina skimming thigh boots, more stims, some Kraftwerk, Low period Bowie, Can or other Krautrock on shuffle, and some premium Polish vodka on the rocks and Hunter S Thompson spoken word - that would be Disney Land to me right now.
14:45 and still feeling really good without further doses. Very much stimulated mentally and physically I'm buzzing merrily away - I wasn't expecting that tbh. Time has slipped through my fingers and I feel I have so much I could have done with it. I cracked open a bottle of premium Zubrowka 20 minutes ago instead. It tastes like grassy heaven. I'm also feeling a lot less inhibited as a result. I have a Benzo Fury sample burning a hole in my pocket and I'm wondering if it's pure lunacy to just down the little fucker.
Okay, this report has to end, otherwise I'm going to be at it all fucking day. I'm going to sum up while my increasingly gad fly-like ability to concentrate on anything for more than a second gets any worse. I've judiciously avoided most RC substances, don't generally like their idiosyncrasies, I often find them glacial and machine-like compared to street drugs, regardless of their intent or composition - all of those I've tried so far have had that feeling of being shoehorned into a meticulously plotted experience. The only one I really, REALLY enjoyed was my mate sexy MXE (the king of designer disassociatives?), but even then I found it a difficult substance to deal with despite it's unerring ability to reveal the workings of the universe with each staggeringly effective dose. RCs in the main, are not something I rave about. But I'm in the very grip of notions being overturned. Eth rocks, in a very subtle yet marvelous way. I could get an awful lot of useful and productive shit done on this lovely little substance, and I'd feel great while doing it too. It's got a huge potential for recreational application too. I reckon I could drink like a fish for example, that's either a good or a bad thing depending on your mileage. Right now I'm also pondering whether it could have a synergy with other chems, but I'm not a biochemist and these days I'm not as street smart or as (stupid) brave as I was during my adventurous youth.
One last thing before I fragment into a cloud of nanotech maintenance robots programmed to accomplish a myriad domestic tasks at the speed of light - I'm going to need 1mg of Etizolam if I'm ever going to see the inside of my eyelids again. I'm not experienced with benzos of any kind so I'm looking forward to that, it'll hopefully be a nice way to round off what I know is going to be a fast moving blur of a day.
Without a doubt or a moment's hesitation - Ethylphenidate is an immediate win for the nefarious RC mad professors. No idea what the downsides are going to be, but I'm old enough and wise enough to know there will be some. But that's what makes this brief life we're given so worthwhile, the ups and the downs.
Peace and love to you all, play hard, play safe, live long and prosper in your doings.
Signing off.
b3ast1e
edit: Skyrim! You lovely, buggy, monstrously massive, beautiful waste of time. I come to thee, take me into your loving reasonably high polygonal count bosom, I care not that you lack anti-aliase. Onward to the Throat of the World, for there be dragons!
edited edit: I wish I could stop editing - the plan was to make this little trip report raw and unadulterated like the pros do. But instead I find I want tokeep on worrying at it, tweaking it, adding minor detail, recording everything meticulously like an over-stimulated court stenographer, for no other reason than it satisfies a maddening itch to reflect, to document every nuance, every little happening. If only I could bend it to my will, I'd write that Robert Bloch/Philip K Dick inspired short story I always felt was trapped in the no man's land of my corpus callosum.
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