geoffreychaucer
Bluelighter
So a couple of nights ago I was at a party with a friend. This friend has a passion for obtaining legal and illegal drugs online and sharing them with people. This particular night he had a batch of homemade etizolam blotters. Each blotter square had approximately 1.15mg of etizolam.
I was drinking very slowly at the party and had no plans to get intoxicated. I had had two beers over the past two hours and was feeling sober when he pulled out the blotters and offers them around. Benzos and benzo analogues are of little interest to me but I thought "what the hell, why not" and took one of the blotters. Soon I was feeling mild euphoria and less inhibition but in retrospect I was much more intoxicated than I thought I was. It seems to me that benzos have that effect: when you're on them, it's easy to underestimate the effect that they are having.
So, big mistake of the night, I ask him for a second blotter about an hour after the first. Maybe 20 minutes later, I have my last memory of the evening. The next morning I awake, still in an intoxicated state, on his couch along with another friend who had been drinking heavily before taking one blotter. Despite being under the effect of the metabolites, I felt fine physically and I walked the two miles home at around 8am. On this walk I was trying to remember what had happened the night before and I only had a few vague recollections of spooning and possibly hooking up with the other friend who was in the basement when I woke up. This was fine to me, while I'm not gay I am open to the occasional hookup with a guy.
So later as the drug finally wore off around noon, I talk to my friend who provided me with the drug and whose couch I slept on. He recounted the evening: Not long after my last memory, I wandered away from the party and was walking, presumably home. My friend, who was driving, called me to try to find out where I had gone. I proceeded to give him the address of my city apartment which I had recently moved out of. This of course was wrong and he knew it since we were in the suburbs. Eventually he got me to give my real location and he came and saved me from myself. It's a wonder I didn't get hit by a car or robbed. He said that I was intoxicated but calm and collected none the less. He took me and the other guy to his house where we hung out for a while before I went to sleep. Again, I have absolutely no memory of any of this.
I have no plans to ever do etizolam or any benzo recreationally again. At least with alcohol, even at my drunkest, I forget only portions of the experience. The level of amnesia that this drug gave me is alarming. So in conclusion, be extremely careful with any benzo and don't combine with alcohol unless you are very careful. I had 2 beers, that's it, but in combination with this dose of etizolam, I was brought to a dangerous level of incoherence. Stay safe my friends.
I was drinking very slowly at the party and had no plans to get intoxicated. I had had two beers over the past two hours and was feeling sober when he pulled out the blotters and offers them around. Benzos and benzo analogues are of little interest to me but I thought "what the hell, why not" and took one of the blotters. Soon I was feeling mild euphoria and less inhibition but in retrospect I was much more intoxicated than I thought I was. It seems to me that benzos have that effect: when you're on them, it's easy to underestimate the effect that they are having.
So, big mistake of the night, I ask him for a second blotter about an hour after the first. Maybe 20 minutes later, I have my last memory of the evening. The next morning I awake, still in an intoxicated state, on his couch along with another friend who had been drinking heavily before taking one blotter. Despite being under the effect of the metabolites, I felt fine physically and I walked the two miles home at around 8am. On this walk I was trying to remember what had happened the night before and I only had a few vague recollections of spooning and possibly hooking up with the other friend who was in the basement when I woke up. This was fine to me, while I'm not gay I am open to the occasional hookup with a guy.
So later as the drug finally wore off around noon, I talk to my friend who provided me with the drug and whose couch I slept on. He recounted the evening: Not long after my last memory, I wandered away from the party and was walking, presumably home. My friend, who was driving, called me to try to find out where I had gone. I proceeded to give him the address of my city apartment which I had recently moved out of. This of course was wrong and he knew it since we were in the suburbs. Eventually he got me to give my real location and he came and saved me from myself. It's a wonder I didn't get hit by a car or robbed. He said that I was intoxicated but calm and collected none the less. He took me and the other guy to his house where we hung out for a while before I went to sleep. Again, I have absolutely no memory of any of this.
I have no plans to ever do etizolam or any benzo recreationally again. At least with alcohol, even at my drunkest, I forget only portions of the experience. The level of amnesia that this drug gave me is alarming. So in conclusion, be extremely careful with any benzo and don't combine with alcohol unless you are very careful. I had 2 beers, that's it, but in combination with this dose of etizolam, I was brought to a dangerous level of incoherence. Stay safe my friends.
