thesirbutton
Bluelighter
Hi! 
From Socal 
I've never writ a long winded intro, so wtf why not. wanking is m3h right now, I'm bored as fuck, and its effin late/early.
...been lurking for awhile and BL seems to always come up when I'm doing some kinda of research. Finally decided its time to join :D, thought I'd share a bit about me since I like to write
So yeah.
I've always been intrigued by chemicals (like how and why), and it started way back when I was a kid. I loved mixing household chemicals together when mom and dad had their backs turned. Sounds dangerous, I know, hehe, but most of the time it was things that didn't react or had a very slow rxn. Shining up pennies, making crystals, etc...My mom realized this and decided to buy me this educational smithsonian chem kit, and shit was I happy.
I was 9 or something, and I got bored of Sega Genesis pretty quickly, cause the damn cassettes always malfunctioned; blow, swab, hit...do whatever only got it to work 50% of the time. "Chemistry" tickled my pickle.
As I grew older, the experiments got more dangerous. I loved fireworks, and anything that made lights, heat, fire, explosions, bangs, etc.. I started "studying" the basics of pyrotechnics and O chem. I discovered the usefulness of the internets as a research tool and read and read.
I was 12 years old, and I was studying different compounds, and how they worked with each other, different oxidizers and fuels, and how they interacted. I dissected fireworks and rocket engines and had all kinds of powders stored in film canisters and empty script/med bottles. I found a friend who liked shit like this, and we got together and made things from our little collection of chemicals and compounds. I started extracting KNO3 from gardening supplies and making carbon from dried willow branches, crudely purifying sulfur, all to make black powder. You had to be 18 to buy it at a gun shop, and nobody I knew was gonna do that for me.
Time went on, I learned alot of different things and backyard/bathtub chem processes, but my friend who I was hanging out with started to get bored of making homemade smoke bombs and mini-fireworks, and decided he wanted to step up his game and make some legitimate low power explosives (like half-sticks and things to that nature. Thats when the ATF decided to knock on his door and scare the shit out of the little 14 year old who was ordering things over the internet he shouldn't have been ordering. He buried all of his pyro gear and gave up the "sport", in the name of smoking pot and collecting knives and things. I was 15 at the time, and I too basically gave up our clandestine pyro/interesting stuff chem lab.
I loved bmx'ing and I let it lead my life for awhile. Then I got involved in the car world, thanks to my dad, who bought me a 1989 BMW 325is, and that basically took over my life. I am 18 here. I went from studying chemicals to studying mechanics and how everything worked in the car. Rebuilt motors, turbocharged motors, made a name for myself in that community. But the chem bug was still crawling around, dormant, inside of my head. I started flowing to engines, instead of cosmetics and sound systems, and became a power freak.
I love horsepower. Playing with horsepower is thrilling, and to get the most from it, you have to do it right. Engines. Oxygen. Fuel. More air (or oxygen really), more fuel, more power. Then that damned question...why? Why does this ignited a/f mixture create the means to move my ass from 0 to fast in x.xx seconds? what is fuel? what is this magic chemical that is purchased from a black nozzle at a street corner for $3.21? and as Shulgin says, that's a story for another day...
I started listening to trance, electro, house, dubstep, and combinations of any/all of those things, because I really wanted to, but I didn't really know anyone who listened to this type of music. I lived on KROQ, for the first 17 years of my life. The car guys were the ones who brought me into this new light. That's when things changed a bit.
I'm 20, turning 21 at this point, basically straight edge. 'Cept for sex, god knows how one could live without that stuff. Addictive drug all its own, and 5 years of abusing that...the sharp edge on being high on life and the drama that comes with it basically dull my shaving razor to something more so like a soup spoon. try shaving with a spoon. spoon shave is fail, and its fail is full of fail.
Most people drink early, but I consciously decided against that. Yeah, that clean streak of 20 years...I don't know how I got on without it, I guess sex was good, hehe. As soon as that stopped though, the drinking began. I was shitfaced every night with every different set (and many times the same set) of friends. It got so bad I started drinking at 2pm on a tuesday by myself just to get that buzz. My 21st birthday arrives, and I go to Vegas like any sensible person would and party my ass off until I could not feel my brain for 2 weeks after. I blacked out, and wasn't able to remember much of the things that happened, only by pictures i get like 15 seconds before and after and thats it. I realized, I am addicted. I have a stupid fuckin addiction to alcohol, and I need to slow this addiction down to a social thing at best.
Soon after I started researching what Alcohol is, what it does, and how it affects our brains. How do I get away from it without abstaining from it completely? I decide fuck it, my Dad quit stogies cold-turkey, and I can quit alchy the same way. I did it for three months. I have allowed myself to drink every now and then, and to get shitfaced only when its a proper time, not all the time. Now, I can do without a drink for however long I please, but a Mai-Tai or a Mojito with expensive rum wouldn't hurt every now and then.
I'm 22 now, and one night, I'm bumping hau5 music in my new "40mm circumaural headphones", and my buddy asks if I wanted to attend a 'festival'. me=wtf rave?...maybe. I question my sanity now that I think back to that moment...
At this point my life is just kinda in a low spot, needing a boost, and I've been scripted on Adderall xr's just to focus on school and stuff. When I first tried them for studying, I became extremely intrigued what this magic pill was; it made me feel awesome, and allowed me to examinate an accounting book as if it was the body of a perfect 10, and I was allowed study it as long as my interest was peaked. Amphetamines. Dextroamphetamines. What are these things? I heard of crystal before, and knew that it was 'Meth'-amphetamine, and wonder what the relation was... then commenced study at the never closing University of Wikipedia.
Hours upon hours upon hours of reading about everything and nothing. I have been scripted Addy's for a reason, I've got some mad ADD moments. Wikipedia is the best and worse thing that has come about my life. I love it for being the most interesting thing when your brain is hungry for knowledge it wants, and I hate it for keeping me up till 7 or 8 when I can't keep my head propped up without hurting. Back to the story...
Now a dreaming friend of mine had a very realistic dream he told me about, one that We've been talking about festival day for weeks now, and we already spoke to someone who knew someone and hooked us up with these beans that went by the name of Yellow Zoo York Poke's.
Mdma. don't really know anything about this substance, and I'm pretty straight, I don't toke (cause I don't really like it), or do anything else besides drink, but I've read about it in my quest for knowledge about the addy. I was fairly interested, and when your mind is open to that sort of thing...
Festival day comes, music is great, and I am sober. I am already very energetic when it comes to awesome music. Music is part of my identity. Anyhow, we drop. I am floored. My life has taken a new turn. pure euphoria. sounds and feelings are ingrained into my memory, and life is absolutely wonderful. I randomly kiss two beautiful girls at the same time, who were complete strangers. I was like YES! checked off..... inhibitions are gone. the true me inside has shown. My god. What is this? I am changed.
In my memory I write down a note: do research on this magical substance. I wrote another long winded piece (basically a dramatized report) on my first experience, but that is for another day.
I remember all the things in elementary school, all those things the TV said the few times I watched it, all those things that demonized substances that alter ones state of mind. So it's time for preventative maintenance. Interpreters of God says things are bad for you. My parents says things are bad for me. hell the toilet knows all to well when things went bad for me. but then, that stupid ass question that haunts me forever and ever.......Why? and how do I reduce these harmful effects while still living my life to it fullest?
Then my friend woke from his dream. What a weird dream.
My quest is now the what, the why and the how.
I needed to find out what were all these drugs I've heard about, and what did they do. Why people get addicted so easily, why so many people recreationally use them. Bought books, read things online, found forums. Googled everything. All of this research on chemicals and substances led me to a place that popped up in almost any search query I threw at it.
That research has lead me here. Bout time I joined.
Hi Friends. %)
From Socal I've never writ a long winded intro, so wtf why not. wanking is m3h right now, I'm bored as fuck, and its effin late/early....been lurking for awhile and BL seems to always come up when I'm doing some kinda of research. Finally decided its time to join :D, thought I'd share a bit about me since I like to write
So yeah.
I've always been intrigued by chemicals (like how and why), and it started way back when I was a kid. I loved mixing household chemicals together when mom and dad had their backs turned. Sounds dangerous, I know, hehe, but most of the time it was things that didn't react or had a very slow rxn. Shining up pennies, making crystals, etc...My mom realized this and decided to buy me this educational smithsonian chem kit, and shit was I happy.
I was 9 or something, and I got bored of Sega Genesis pretty quickly, cause the damn cassettes always malfunctioned; blow, swab, hit...do whatever only got it to work 50% of the time. "Chemistry" tickled my pickle.
As I grew older, the experiments got more dangerous. I loved fireworks, and anything that made lights, heat, fire, explosions, bangs, etc.. I started "studying" the basics of pyrotechnics and O chem. I discovered the usefulness of the internets as a research tool and read and read.
I was 12 years old, and I was studying different compounds, and how they worked with each other, different oxidizers and fuels, and how they interacted. I dissected fireworks and rocket engines and had all kinds of powders stored in film canisters and empty script/med bottles. I found a friend who liked shit like this, and we got together and made things from our little collection of chemicals and compounds. I started extracting KNO3 from gardening supplies and making carbon from dried willow branches, crudely purifying sulfur, all to make black powder. You had to be 18 to buy it at a gun shop, and nobody I knew was gonna do that for me.
Time went on, I learned alot of different things and backyard/bathtub chem processes, but my friend who I was hanging out with started to get bored of making homemade smoke bombs and mini-fireworks, and decided he wanted to step up his game and make some legitimate low power explosives (like half-sticks and things to that nature. Thats when the ATF decided to knock on his door and scare the shit out of the little 14 year old who was ordering things over the internet he shouldn't have been ordering. He buried all of his pyro gear and gave up the "sport", in the name of smoking pot and collecting knives and things. I was 15 at the time, and I too basically gave up our clandestine pyro/interesting stuff chem lab.
I loved bmx'ing and I let it lead my life for awhile. Then I got involved in the car world, thanks to my dad, who bought me a 1989 BMW 325is, and that basically took over my life. I am 18 here. I went from studying chemicals to studying mechanics and how everything worked in the car. Rebuilt motors, turbocharged motors, made a name for myself in that community. But the chem bug was still crawling around, dormant, inside of my head. I started flowing to engines, instead of cosmetics and sound systems, and became a power freak.
I love horsepower. Playing with horsepower is thrilling, and to get the most from it, you have to do it right. Engines. Oxygen. Fuel. More air (or oxygen really), more fuel, more power. Then that damned question...why? Why does this ignited a/f mixture create the means to move my ass from 0 to fast in x.xx seconds? what is fuel? what is this magic chemical that is purchased from a black nozzle at a street corner for $3.21? and as Shulgin says, that's a story for another day...
I started listening to trance, electro, house, dubstep, and combinations of any/all of those things, because I really wanted to, but I didn't really know anyone who listened to this type of music. I lived on KROQ, for the first 17 years of my life. The car guys were the ones who brought me into this new light. That's when things changed a bit.
I'm 20, turning 21 at this point, basically straight edge. 'Cept for sex, god knows how one could live without that stuff. Addictive drug all its own, and 5 years of abusing that...the sharp edge on being high on life and the drama that comes with it basically dull my shaving razor to something more so like a soup spoon. try shaving with a spoon. spoon shave is fail, and its fail is full of fail.
Most people drink early, but I consciously decided against that. Yeah, that clean streak of 20 years...I don't know how I got on without it, I guess sex was good, hehe. As soon as that stopped though, the drinking began. I was shitfaced every night with every different set (and many times the same set) of friends. It got so bad I started drinking at 2pm on a tuesday by myself just to get that buzz. My 21st birthday arrives, and I go to Vegas like any sensible person would and party my ass off until I could not feel my brain for 2 weeks after. I blacked out, and wasn't able to remember much of the things that happened, only by pictures i get like 15 seconds before and after and thats it. I realized, I am addicted. I have a stupid fuckin addiction to alcohol, and I need to slow this addiction down to a social thing at best.
Soon after I started researching what Alcohol is, what it does, and how it affects our brains. How do I get away from it without abstaining from it completely? I decide fuck it, my Dad quit stogies cold-turkey, and I can quit alchy the same way. I did it for three months. I have allowed myself to drink every now and then, and to get shitfaced only when its a proper time, not all the time. Now, I can do without a drink for however long I please, but a Mai-Tai or a Mojito with expensive rum wouldn't hurt every now and then.
I'm 22 now, and one night, I'm bumping hau5 music in my new "40mm circumaural headphones", and my buddy asks if I wanted to attend a 'festival'. me=wtf rave?...maybe. I question my sanity now that I think back to that moment...
At this point my life is just kinda in a low spot, needing a boost, and I've been scripted on Adderall xr's just to focus on school and stuff. When I first tried them for studying, I became extremely intrigued what this magic pill was; it made me feel awesome, and allowed me to examinate an accounting book as if it was the body of a perfect 10, and I was allowed study it as long as my interest was peaked. Amphetamines. Dextroamphetamines. What are these things? I heard of crystal before, and knew that it was 'Meth'-amphetamine, and wonder what the relation was... then commenced study at the never closing University of Wikipedia.
Hours upon hours upon hours of reading about everything and nothing. I have been scripted Addy's for a reason, I've got some mad ADD moments. Wikipedia is the best and worse thing that has come about my life. I love it for being the most interesting thing when your brain is hungry for knowledge it wants, and I hate it for keeping me up till 7 or 8 when I can't keep my head propped up without hurting. Back to the story...
Now a dreaming friend of mine had a very realistic dream he told me about, one that We've been talking about festival day for weeks now, and we already spoke to someone who knew someone and hooked us up with these beans that went by the name of Yellow Zoo York Poke's.
Mdma. don't really know anything about this substance, and I'm pretty straight, I don't toke (cause I don't really like it), or do anything else besides drink, but I've read about it in my quest for knowledge about the addy. I was fairly interested, and when your mind is open to that sort of thing...
Festival day comes, music is great, and I am sober. I am already very energetic when it comes to awesome music. Music is part of my identity. Anyhow, we drop. I am floored. My life has taken a new turn. pure euphoria. sounds and feelings are ingrained into my memory, and life is absolutely wonderful. I randomly kiss two beautiful girls at the same time, who were complete strangers. I was like YES! checked off..... inhibitions are gone. the true me inside has shown. My god. What is this? I am changed.
In my memory I write down a note: do research on this magical substance. I wrote another long winded piece (basically a dramatized report) on my first experience, but that is for another day.
I remember all the things in elementary school, all those things the TV said the few times I watched it, all those things that demonized substances that alter ones state of mind. So it's time for preventative maintenance. Interpreters of God says things are bad for you. My parents says things are bad for me. hell the toilet knows all to well when things went bad for me. but then, that stupid ass question that haunts me forever and ever.......Why? and how do I reduce these harmful effects while still living my life to it fullest?
Then my friend woke from his dream. What a weird dream.
My quest is now the what, the why and the how.
I needed to find out what were all these drugs I've heard about, and what did they do. Why people get addicted so easily, why so many people recreationally use them. Bought books, read things online, found forums. Googled everything. All of this research on chemicals and substances led me to a place that popped up in almost any search query I threw at it.
That research has lead me here. Bout time I joined.
Hi Friends. %)
