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Shame, that's really frustrating. It's not really a drug where I can risk still being a little high at work. Oh well, I'll just have to wait a few more days.
20 mgs oral for me would only produce annoying side effects and no euphoria and well being. I'd take twice as much to get a good trip, or you could chase, great done this way.
I've heard what people say about you, "He's a wrong un!" "Keep away from that dirty fucker!" :DWell I happened to be at my mate's house last night. It was just me and him sat alone in his flat, talking over a little bit of sniffed PV, when suddenly a whole graduation party arrives unexpectedly courtesy of his flatmate, so we stay and mingle.
Anyway a couple of friends of mine are there, and they ask me if I've got any drugs on me, so I say something like, 'MDPV. Want some?' I explain it's a decent stimulant, and is actually pretty mental if you chase it off foil.
So four of us go upstairs out the way of prying eyes and I help my friends chase MDPV off foil for the first time, while there's a party going on downstairs, very few of whom I know.
Then someone pops their head through the door and sees us engaging in this elaborate drug taking method, and instead of getting freaked the fuck out asks if they can try some. My friends have all had hits, and now someone else is trying some, holding the tube in their mouth as I direct the lighter and foil for them. I don't remember how this went on for, but my friends naturally stayed around me and the PV after their first hit, as did the newcomer. Eventually people downstairs realise people aren't rejoining the party and go to see what's happening in our bedroom.
Gradually more and more people come up, watch us, proclaim that the room smells like cum, wtf are we taking, and can they have a go? I've got half a gram at least on me, so I'm happy to let anyone have a go, to watch their reactions as they feel the rush hit them and realise how serious this shit is. For some reason, nobody seemed to have heard of chasing off foil before, and the scummy image the practice has. After a while, all but two people from the party have asked to try some, and they all began to fiend for it. The party was now dead, everyone was in the bedroom with me all wild eyed and grinning and waiting for me to prep them another hit.
After three or so hours we decided to head back downstairs and join the party, only to realise the MDPV had literally become the party. Over the course of the night, that half gram kept around 15 of us chasing until dawn the next day, while the house descended into an underbelly of smashed glasses, plates and psychotic ecstasy. Wherever I went, people would follow me just to be near to the stuff. I had singlehandedly turned a promising party into a crack den, and nobody actually cared.
One of the weirdest parties I've ever been to, with a little fiddly pen here
it's all your fault Ben


