Bradshaw2727
Bluelighter
Continuation of Homeless in Japan with a FUCKLOAD of Drugs. Day 2. TMA-2.
Day 3 - 2-CC & Methylone
I was only in a light sleep-like state for another two hours before I suddenly snapped awake, only to be frustrated that it was still early in the morning. I couldn't bear the thought of having an entire day to kill before it would be night playtime for me. I counted my money and it added up to a little over $650 to spend throughout the rest of the week. My body grew increasingly dreary and became weighted down with fatigue as I pondered the events of today. I calculated in my head that I had only gotten 4 hours of sleep in the past 3 nights. The smart thing to do would have been to resume napping, but I was used to getting by with little to no sleep.
I noticed I was almost out of clean clothes and decided to drop by my dad's house in Chiba for some fresh gear. Transportation both ways took an overall 3-4 hours so I caught up on as much rest as I could on the bus and train. I arrived back at Tokyo early afternoon, showered at the public baths, and killed the rest of my time in an arcade.
After arriving at the smartshop, I was particularly indecisive about what I was going to ingest today. After much careful scrutiny, I selected something that would come on visually stronger than the previous chems I dabbed with, and picked out 100mg of 2-CC.
"Today's a busy day," Taka proclaimed with vigorous confidence, pleased that he would earn quite a bit of money. "Thursdays and the weekends always are."
Two Japanese males in their young 20's traveling from Japan's countryside inched warily up to the RC stand. They were interested in the methylone, but were skeptical of its quality or effectiveness.
"We've only done X and shabu (meth)," they communicated. "In Roppongi, we keep hearing a lot about this methylone from all the club kids, but truth be told we have our doubts. Can it really compare to say, ecstasy or S (meth)?"
"Well, many people are actually extremely impressed with this M-rone (slang for methylone)," Taka disclosed. "In fact, because it is a much cleaner roll, many people in Japan who quit S (meth) and E opt for methylone as a safer alternative."
They were pretty amazed by this information, and figured they might as well spend some money and take a chance. They both purchased one for themselves. Shortly after they left, a remarkably fashionable and handsome Japanese man in his early 20's approached the counter, whom seemed to be good friends with Taka.
Taka got excited. "I've been meaning to introduce the two of you! (my name withheld), meet Zyaken. Zyaken, meet (my name withheld). The two of you are really similar in terms of behavior, outlook, and lifestyle, so I was hoping you would run into each other," he pointed to Zyaken.
"Please," he requested. "Call me Angel."
(Angel being his usual self)
"Angel?" I perked up with curiosity, dying to hear the story behind the name.
Zyaken (or I should say, Angel) told me, "I was playing a show with my band on 2-CB, and all I could think about was how much I felt like an angel the entire time I was playing."
I laughed boisterously because I definitely understood where he was coming from.
"This guy just may be crazier than you," Taka challenged. "Angel will even test random non-drug products to try and see if he can get high. One time, when he ran out of drugs, he ate onsen (traditional Japanese bath) salts, and actually tripped hard off it."
I don't think I heard him right. "Are you for reals?"
Angel astutely replied, "Well, as long as it's not the kind that bubbles… That one just makes your stomach hurt."
I laughed heartily, trying to figure out the unique character of this individual in front of me. Internally, I was struggling with culture shock at how much Japan had changed during all the years I was gone; Was Tokyo only full of crazy motherfuckers like these anymore? Back in America, I am used to being the wild one, but these people I meet inevitably end up outdoing the last person I meet; they just keep getting more and more shocking each time. It is, needless to say, fucking awesome if you love shock!
Taka continued, "He's got a lot of energy like you too. Working 2 jobs and then playing at Roppongi every night with barely any sleep. I wonder who can stay up longer before passing out, haha. Angel, tell them about the time you tried to get high off of bug spray…"
"Bug spray? Like, the kind to kill insects and cockroaches?" I raised an eyebrow in disbelief. Was this kid dumb or just plain crazy?
"I'll do some desperate things when I don't have drugs," he laughed maniacally. "Nah, the truth is, I was killing some ants with insecticide, and they started twitching and it looked like they were dancing at a rave. It looked really fun!"
Most people might hear a story like that and think it's rather idiotic, but I admired his guts. He was the first person I met that actually had the balls to pull such a hazardous stunt at the expense of his own health…and all for the sake of getting high (a noble cause indeed). After all, somebody has to step up and volunteer to be the lab rat, right?
"Wow…" I fully surrendered to the insane being I was dealing with and admitted, "He really IS crazy, haha…"
"That's coming a lot from her," Taka exclaimed. "And can you believe HE has a 4 year old kid?!"
I almost fell head over heels hearing that. It was like being spoon-fed the most ridiculous bit of information, one after the other after the other. I simply couldn't handle it anymore.
"Too nuts," was all I could mutter. I had been rendered truly speechless.
"Hey so, I'm headed to Hideout (local trance bar) tonight," Angel handed Taka a bill. "So I'll be having some 4-Ho-DiPT today."
They exchanged currency and product, and Angel jogged his way towards the Hideout entrance. I was still patiently waiting for my 2-CC to pick up, when the two young men who bought methylone earlier came running back to the store at full speed.
"MY GOD!" the older one with tattoos screamed at the top of his lungs, letting his bellows echo down the streets joyously, "This stuff is AMAZING! We thought this would be weak shit since it's legal, what the hell is this! Are you SURE this is legal dude?!!?!?!?"
"I told you, you would be impressed!" Taka put his hands in his pockets with poise. "I have never received one complaint regarding methylone, ever."
I was quietly observing how the boys were acting on methylone, and it was so hysterical I couldn't help but smile. It was obvious that they were peaking hard, cause they were acting like typical, hyperactive E-tards. It instigated a spark of curiosity in me and made me want to try it. Would it really be as good as they say it is?
They introduced themselves, though I only remember Mitsutaka's name because he was the only one with a cell phone whom gave me his number.
Mitsutaka's friend ordered in a loud voice, "Six more (methylones) please!" The instant Taka handed the vials to him, he sat down like a kid on the cement floor and poured the entire contents in his mouth. Immediately afterwards, he laid flat on his back on the concrete sidewalk with a huge grin on his face. His arms and legs were spread out and in lethargic positions. The funny thing is though, for some reason, only his right leg was twitching. Naturally, Taka, Mitsutaka, and I couldn't help but burst out in roaring hyena-like laughter after witnessing such a display. This is the turning point where we began referring to him as Methylone Junkie or M-Rone (Japanese slang for Methylone) Junkie, for obvious reasons.
"What the hell's wrong with you!" Mitsutaka scolded in a joking manner and picked up his friend. "You're done for! You touched this methylone and now you'll never be the same! Momma was right! What have the city people done to you!!!"
Methylone left his mouth hanging open and was practically drooling while blabbering. "No wait, I have an idea…I'm going to move here! I'm never going home again! Yes, I have it all planned out. I'm going to marry methylone and we are going to live a happy life together, just the two of us," Methylone Junkie's eyes bulged halfway out of their sockets and he pointed to me. "You HAVE to try this stuff! It's incredible! Do it for me! Do it for the future!!!"
Those two were definitely the liveliest bunch I've come across on my trip so far, and I wondered if it was the methylone or if that was the way their personalities were naturally inclined. Probably more the M-rone, considering when they first came to the store they were rather reserved and polite. I then got an invite from Mitsutaka to come along to Hideout, the same club that Angel had left for a few hours prior. I checked my watch and noted it was almost 4A.M. and I had plenty of energy keeping me awake at the moment.
I mumbled to Taka under my breath in an amused tone, "These guys are crazy, I want to go party with them."
"I think they want you to, they've been here an awful long time, huh… Go ahead," Taka urged. "You don't have much time left in Tokyo. Go out, I don't mind!"
I assured Taka that I'd be back tomorrow, and he let me in on another secret. "The REAL fun happens in Roppongi after 5A.M.," he said, "That's when all the core partiers get together and party till somebody drops dead, haha. It's totally your crowd. Have fun for the both of us!"
M-Rone Junkie was especially outgoing, talkative and expelling powerful vibes of energy. He must have been peaking his brains out, because he offered me half his 2nd vial (roughly 100mg) of methylone. Hideout was only down the street, so I casually snorted it before entering the club.
Hideout was the name of a small, local hard trance club that was 3 stories below ground level. The first thing I noticed was the atmosphere was generally warm, cozy, and friendly. Everybody in the club was heavy into dancing, and a group of cute club guys were taking turns dancing on the tables. One in particular was radiating an exuberant energy and getting everybody else hyped up and into the music.
I approached him and asked him what he was peaking on, and I marveled when he said methylone.
I am not sure if I felt a proper roll from the methylone. The problem is that the 2-CC began peaking shortly after this, so I was unable to distinguish which body buzz belonged to what drug. Either way, what I experienced was alertness and an extra boost of liveliness, and without a doubt I was enjoying the music significantly more. I was not having any visuals at this time.
A European guy came forward to ask me if I had any mushrooms, saying, "You're that girl that's always at that shop, the one that sells legal drugs, right?"
"Yup, that's me." It dawned on me that the locals were actually were beginning to recognize me now. "No mushrooms though…sorry."
I found out about half the people in there were peaking on M-rone, which explains why they were all extremely friendly. There was virtually no difference between this event and a rolling party.
Methylone Junkie was in his own world lying down on the couch, so I spent my time with Mitsukata, and observed that he was much more open and expressive in his way of speaking. He talked to me about how cute one of the guys dancing on the table was. Mitsutaka re-dosed on his 3rd methylone and left to go strike up conversation to him.
I checked up on M-rone Junkie to see if he was okay. "You having fun?"
"I took 3 methylones," he was laughing spastically but remained in cuddle puddle mode. "I can't even see, everything's a white blur!"
(The one to the left of me is Methylone Junkie, hahaha practically passed out in the club like his usual self, and the one to the left of him with the white shirt is Mitsutaka.)
Mitsutaka came back within 5 minutes complaining of side effects, primarily headache, dizziness, and drowsiness. "Three's the limit. It all went downhill from there," he stressed. "It's starting to make me sleepy, I feel really exhausted."
Despite this, he was determined to continue partying until his body gave out. Mitsutaka ran off to go socialize more, and I bumped into Angel in the club.
(I wonder what bath salts he used? I am curious to try now.)
It was almost 10 in the morning and I still had not achieved any major visuals. I must have undershot and given myself too low a dose when I eyeballed the 2-CC. Any prior sense of elation was long gone by now, though the comedown off methylone was so smooth I did not even realize it was no longer affecting me. However, the total duration was fairly short, and only 2 hours or so. I sensed a decrease in my agility and my energy was slowly draining away.
I needed to rejuvenate and charge up, so I prepared to leave the club to rest, so that I could party hard this weekend. I looked at my cell and it was almost 10A.M.
"I'm going home now," I regretfully informed Mitsutaka and Methylone Junkie. "I need some sleep."
"So early?" Mitsutaka frowned. "Well, drop by tomorrow. We'll be here."
"On methylone," M-rone Junkie added.
I exited the club in a daze, not really certain about the events of last night. Partying with strangers in another country is definitely thrilling, or even amusing to say the least. Only in Roppongi would going home at 10 in the morning still be considered "early." Taka was right about the scene in Roppongi. People in Tokyo party harder than people back at home, that's for sure, and I haven't even begun to partake in the REAL fun yet!
Conclusion: Suffice to say that I was very impressed with the night life Tokyo had to offer.
Day 3 - 2-CC & Methylone
I was only in a light sleep-like state for another two hours before I suddenly snapped awake, only to be frustrated that it was still early in the morning. I couldn't bear the thought of having an entire day to kill before it would be night playtime for me. I counted my money and it added up to a little over $650 to spend throughout the rest of the week. My body grew increasingly dreary and became weighted down with fatigue as I pondered the events of today. I calculated in my head that I had only gotten 4 hours of sleep in the past 3 nights. The smart thing to do would have been to resume napping, but I was used to getting by with little to no sleep.
I noticed I was almost out of clean clothes and decided to drop by my dad's house in Chiba for some fresh gear. Transportation both ways took an overall 3-4 hours so I caught up on as much rest as I could on the bus and train. I arrived back at Tokyo early afternoon, showered at the public baths, and killed the rest of my time in an arcade.
After arriving at the smartshop, I was particularly indecisive about what I was going to ingest today. After much careful scrutiny, I selected something that would come on visually stronger than the previous chems I dabbed with, and picked out 100mg of 2-CC.
"Today's a busy day," Taka proclaimed with vigorous confidence, pleased that he would earn quite a bit of money. "Thursdays and the weekends always are."
Two Japanese males in their young 20's traveling from Japan's countryside inched warily up to the RC stand. They were interested in the methylone, but were skeptical of its quality or effectiveness.
"We've only done X and shabu (meth)," they communicated. "In Roppongi, we keep hearing a lot about this methylone from all the club kids, but truth be told we have our doubts. Can it really compare to say, ecstasy or S (meth)?"
"Well, many people are actually extremely impressed with this M-rone (slang for methylone)," Taka disclosed. "In fact, because it is a much cleaner roll, many people in Japan who quit S (meth) and E opt for methylone as a safer alternative."
They were pretty amazed by this information, and figured they might as well spend some money and take a chance. They both purchased one for themselves. Shortly after they left, a remarkably fashionable and handsome Japanese man in his early 20's approached the counter, whom seemed to be good friends with Taka.
Taka got excited. "I've been meaning to introduce the two of you! (my name withheld), meet Zyaken. Zyaken, meet (my name withheld). The two of you are really similar in terms of behavior, outlook, and lifestyle, so I was hoping you would run into each other," he pointed to Zyaken.
"Please," he requested. "Call me Angel."
(Angel being his usual self)
"Angel?" I perked up with curiosity, dying to hear the story behind the name.
Zyaken (or I should say, Angel) told me, "I was playing a show with my band on 2-CB, and all I could think about was how much I felt like an angel the entire time I was playing."
I laughed boisterously because I definitely understood where he was coming from.
"This guy just may be crazier than you," Taka challenged. "Angel will even test random non-drug products to try and see if he can get high. One time, when he ran out of drugs, he ate onsen (traditional Japanese bath) salts, and actually tripped hard off it."
I don't think I heard him right. "Are you for reals?"
Angel astutely replied, "Well, as long as it's not the kind that bubbles… That one just makes your stomach hurt."
I laughed heartily, trying to figure out the unique character of this individual in front of me. Internally, I was struggling with culture shock at how much Japan had changed during all the years I was gone; Was Tokyo only full of crazy motherfuckers like these anymore? Back in America, I am used to being the wild one, but these people I meet inevitably end up outdoing the last person I meet; they just keep getting more and more shocking each time. It is, needless to say, fucking awesome if you love shock!
Taka continued, "He's got a lot of energy like you too. Working 2 jobs and then playing at Roppongi every night with barely any sleep. I wonder who can stay up longer before passing out, haha. Angel, tell them about the time you tried to get high off of bug spray…"
"Bug spray? Like, the kind to kill insects and cockroaches?" I raised an eyebrow in disbelief. Was this kid dumb or just plain crazy?
"I'll do some desperate things when I don't have drugs," he laughed maniacally. "Nah, the truth is, I was killing some ants with insecticide, and they started twitching and it looked like they were dancing at a rave. It looked really fun!"
Most people might hear a story like that and think it's rather idiotic, but I admired his guts. He was the first person I met that actually had the balls to pull such a hazardous stunt at the expense of his own health…and all for the sake of getting high (a noble cause indeed). After all, somebody has to step up and volunteer to be the lab rat, right?
"Wow…" I fully surrendered to the insane being I was dealing with and admitted, "He really IS crazy, haha…"
"That's coming a lot from her," Taka exclaimed. "And can you believe HE has a 4 year old kid?!"
I almost fell head over heels hearing that. It was like being spoon-fed the most ridiculous bit of information, one after the other after the other. I simply couldn't handle it anymore.
"Too nuts," was all I could mutter. I had been rendered truly speechless.
"Hey so, I'm headed to Hideout (local trance bar) tonight," Angel handed Taka a bill. "So I'll be having some 4-Ho-DiPT today."
They exchanged currency and product, and Angel jogged his way towards the Hideout entrance. I was still patiently waiting for my 2-CC to pick up, when the two young men who bought methylone earlier came running back to the store at full speed.
"MY GOD!" the older one with tattoos screamed at the top of his lungs, letting his bellows echo down the streets joyously, "This stuff is AMAZING! We thought this would be weak shit since it's legal, what the hell is this! Are you SURE this is legal dude?!!?!?!?"
"I told you, you would be impressed!" Taka put his hands in his pockets with poise. "I have never received one complaint regarding methylone, ever."
I was quietly observing how the boys were acting on methylone, and it was so hysterical I couldn't help but smile. It was obvious that they were peaking hard, cause they were acting like typical, hyperactive E-tards. It instigated a spark of curiosity in me and made me want to try it. Would it really be as good as they say it is?
They introduced themselves, though I only remember Mitsutaka's name because he was the only one with a cell phone whom gave me his number.
Mitsutaka's friend ordered in a loud voice, "Six more (methylones) please!" The instant Taka handed the vials to him, he sat down like a kid on the cement floor and poured the entire contents in his mouth. Immediately afterwards, he laid flat on his back on the concrete sidewalk with a huge grin on his face. His arms and legs were spread out and in lethargic positions. The funny thing is though, for some reason, only his right leg was twitching. Naturally, Taka, Mitsutaka, and I couldn't help but burst out in roaring hyena-like laughter after witnessing such a display. This is the turning point where we began referring to him as Methylone Junkie or M-Rone (Japanese slang for Methylone) Junkie, for obvious reasons.
"What the hell's wrong with you!" Mitsutaka scolded in a joking manner and picked up his friend. "You're done for! You touched this methylone and now you'll never be the same! Momma was right! What have the city people done to you!!!"
Methylone left his mouth hanging open and was practically drooling while blabbering. "No wait, I have an idea…I'm going to move here! I'm never going home again! Yes, I have it all planned out. I'm going to marry methylone and we are going to live a happy life together, just the two of us," Methylone Junkie's eyes bulged halfway out of their sockets and he pointed to me. "You HAVE to try this stuff! It's incredible! Do it for me! Do it for the future!!!"
Those two were definitely the liveliest bunch I've come across on my trip so far, and I wondered if it was the methylone or if that was the way their personalities were naturally inclined. Probably more the M-rone, considering when they first came to the store they were rather reserved and polite. I then got an invite from Mitsutaka to come along to Hideout, the same club that Angel had left for a few hours prior. I checked my watch and noted it was almost 4A.M. and I had plenty of energy keeping me awake at the moment.
I mumbled to Taka under my breath in an amused tone, "These guys are crazy, I want to go party with them."
"I think they want you to, they've been here an awful long time, huh… Go ahead," Taka urged. "You don't have much time left in Tokyo. Go out, I don't mind!"
I assured Taka that I'd be back tomorrow, and he let me in on another secret. "The REAL fun happens in Roppongi after 5A.M.," he said, "That's when all the core partiers get together and party till somebody drops dead, haha. It's totally your crowd. Have fun for the both of us!"
M-Rone Junkie was especially outgoing, talkative and expelling powerful vibes of energy. He must have been peaking his brains out, because he offered me half his 2nd vial (roughly 100mg) of methylone. Hideout was only down the street, so I casually snorted it before entering the club.
Hideout was the name of a small, local hard trance club that was 3 stories below ground level. The first thing I noticed was the atmosphere was generally warm, cozy, and friendly. Everybody in the club was heavy into dancing, and a group of cute club guys were taking turns dancing on the tables. One in particular was radiating an exuberant energy and getting everybody else hyped up and into the music.
I approached him and asked him what he was peaking on, and I marveled when he said methylone.
I am not sure if I felt a proper roll from the methylone. The problem is that the 2-CC began peaking shortly after this, so I was unable to distinguish which body buzz belonged to what drug. Either way, what I experienced was alertness and an extra boost of liveliness, and without a doubt I was enjoying the music significantly more. I was not having any visuals at this time.
A European guy came forward to ask me if I had any mushrooms, saying, "You're that girl that's always at that shop, the one that sells legal drugs, right?"
"Yup, that's me." It dawned on me that the locals were actually were beginning to recognize me now. "No mushrooms though…sorry."
I found out about half the people in there were peaking on M-rone, which explains why they were all extremely friendly. There was virtually no difference between this event and a rolling party.
Methylone Junkie was in his own world lying down on the couch, so I spent my time with Mitsukata, and observed that he was much more open and expressive in his way of speaking. He talked to me about how cute one of the guys dancing on the table was. Mitsutaka re-dosed on his 3rd methylone and left to go strike up conversation to him.
I checked up on M-rone Junkie to see if he was okay. "You having fun?"
"I took 3 methylones," he was laughing spastically but remained in cuddle puddle mode. "I can't even see, everything's a white blur!"
(The one to the left of me is Methylone Junkie, hahaha practically passed out in the club like his usual self, and the one to the left of him with the white shirt is Mitsutaka.)
Mitsutaka came back within 5 minutes complaining of side effects, primarily headache, dizziness, and drowsiness. "Three's the limit. It all went downhill from there," he stressed. "It's starting to make me sleepy, I feel really exhausted."
Despite this, he was determined to continue partying until his body gave out. Mitsutaka ran off to go socialize more, and I bumped into Angel in the club.
(I wonder what bath salts he used? I am curious to try now.)
It was almost 10 in the morning and I still had not achieved any major visuals. I must have undershot and given myself too low a dose when I eyeballed the 2-CC. Any prior sense of elation was long gone by now, though the comedown off methylone was so smooth I did not even realize it was no longer affecting me. However, the total duration was fairly short, and only 2 hours or so. I sensed a decrease in my agility and my energy was slowly draining away.
I needed to rejuvenate and charge up, so I prepared to leave the club to rest, so that I could party hard this weekend. I looked at my cell and it was almost 10A.M.
"I'm going home now," I regretfully informed Mitsutaka and Methylone Junkie. "I need some sleep."
"So early?" Mitsutaka frowned. "Well, drop by tomorrow. We'll be here."
"On methylone," M-rone Junkie added.
I exited the club in a daze, not really certain about the events of last night. Partying with strangers in another country is definitely thrilling, or even amusing to say the least. Only in Roppongi would going home at 10 in the morning still be considered "early." Taka was right about the scene in Roppongi. People in Tokyo party harder than people back at home, that's for sure, and I haven't even begun to partake in the REAL fun yet!
Conclusion: Suffice to say that I was very impressed with the night life Tokyo had to offer.
