spun420833
Bluelighter
This is by a certain little Asain American girl most of us know/love/hate. It is not about harm reduction nor do I condone or approve of here actions.
-spun
Continuation of Homeless in Japan with a FUCKLOAD of Drugs. Day 1. 5-MeO-DPT. By Kandy K.
Day 2 – TMA-2
Taka and I headed directly for an internet café in Shinjuku to research various chemicals and read up on any updates with the law. Before that, we dropped by his apartment in Kabuki-Cho to drop off some items. In case you didn’t know, Shinjuku is where all the Yakuzas reside in Tokyo; supposedly hundreds of deaths and disappearances along the Kabuki-Cho road alone. And all I have to say is, that place smells like SHIT! And not the good chemical poison kind either, it was more like the wet garbage, urine-filled sewer, sweaty homeless bum kind of stench.
(Yup…Smells like Shinjuku)
The Shinjuku café was cheap; free drinks, your own private room, and 6 hours of net time for 980yen. We ended up staying till noon, and Taka and I discovered several things: 1) Recently, Japanese suppliers who have been caught shipping research chemicals to countries where they are illegal (such as America) have been prosecuted and charged, 2) 5-MeO-DET might make for a nice addition to Taka’s supply, 3) If Methylone becomes illegal, the best choice would be to replace with 4-FMP.
Taka warned me that because of upcoming elections in Japan around this time of year, it was particularly dangerous carrying illicit objects during the months of September and October. This was normally the time cops were walking around doing random searches on anybody whom they suspect may be carrying drugs or weapons. I was taken aback by this custom, but kept myself aware of my actions so as not to look suspicious (it didn’t matter anyways because I was not carrying anything illegal, but it was the hassle I wanted to avoid).
He walked me back to the station for safety reasons and we parted at Shinjuku Station. I asked around the local residents for the location of an ofuro (public bath) to clean and groom myself, and afterwards I fell asleep on the train for a couple hours. I awoke around 6pm, took my time eating a small meal, and explored the busy city. All this kept me busy until 9pm. Time for playtime.
As anticipated, when I arrived back at Roppongi, Taka was there working his shelf. He waved when I approached him and asked me what’s up.
(I wonder if he gets bored staying at the same place everyday for so many years?)
“I think…today I will do TMA-2,” I decided. “Is there anything I should know beforehand?”
(picture of TMA-2)
He warned me that once I decide on my dosage, I should NOT re-dose even if it seems like it isn’t taking effect at all. The reason for this is because even when snorted, TMA-2 takes roughly 2-3 hours before it even STARTS to escalate.
Trying a new drug in a foreign country, it would be the wiser decision to start low like I had the previous night with the 5-MeO-DPT. Knowing I am rather sensitive to psychedelics and this dose would be more like a test of the drug’s potency, I went with only 25mg. Given that I only had a minimal amount of TMA-2, I knew it would be more economically efficient to snort it rather than eat it. I brought up the issue of intranasal administration and asked if Taka would be bothered if I did it out in public. He kindly asked me to refrain from doing it around the store, as it would portray a dirty, junkie, criminal image. I could definitely see how bystanders would get the wrong idea, and respected his wishes.
I walked across the street and ended up snorting the TMA-2 in the UFJ bank, complete with security cameras everywhere. (I even took a video of it on my camera phone, hahaha.)
When I exited the building, I was stunned to see a familiar face standing there, laughing and joking with Taka. It was the middle-aged Japanese man I met on my first 2-CE trip in Tokyo. For those that do not remember my 2-CE Trip Report, what happened is that I basically underestimated the power of the ONE RC I just happen to be sensitive to. I took over 20mg, and bear in mind that I can achieve decent visuals from a mere 5mg. Naturally, this was a BIG mistake for me, especially given the fact that it was my first trip in a foreign country. Long story short, this was one of the men I ended up meeting on my trip. He was the one that was most worried about my health.
No way, I thought silently to myself, and couldn’t help but burst out in childish laughter. This was the surprise of the century for me.
“What are you laughing at,” he smirked and parted his mouth into a wide-open smile. “Fine, I’ll tease you too. SO HOW ARE YOU, 2-CE GIRL? LONG TIME NO SEE!”
Even then I remained fairly speechless, and peeped out a meek greeting.
Then, much to my embarrassment, the man commenced reminiscing about that fateful day the three of us crossed paths. “I remember that night really well,” he recollected. “You were soooooo messed up on 2-CE, you were just sitting there half-passed out like some bum on the street. For hours! Man, you have no idea how badly I scolded Taka for not being more careful with his work! We even argued over what we were going to do with you if you ended up fainting or something. I was damn worried.”
I became a little shy and red-faced, remembering how awkward I must have acted then. I apologized profusely for all the inconvenience I caused. “If I was in a better state I would have taken better care of myself. To tell you the truth I couldn’t even talk or form coherent sentences. I figured if I sat down in the same spot I wouldn’t attract major attention.”
“I’m glad you stayed in one spot that night,” Taka beamed. “This way you didn’t cause any public outburst and get in trouble… And because of that unfortunate event, we were able to become friends.”
That last sentence struck a soft spot in me. “I thought a long time about that, and I know it was definitely fate,” I was sure of it, after thoroughly comprehending the timely placement of that night’s events. There were simply too many coincidences that added up to ultimately seal together the beginning of a new friendship—how by random circumstance I was left all alone in Tokyo tripping by myself, how a last minute influence persuaded me to take the 2-CE instead of the 5-MeO-DMT I had always wanted to do, and how by a split-second mistake, the result was me consuming more 2-CE than I should have.
“What happened to you that night anyway?” the man was getting curious. “Were you just feeling sick or what?”
“She took too much, and started having a bad trip,” Taka put it plainly. He knew exactly what happened, “She thought she was going to die.”
“Ahh,” the man chuckled, and soft laughter ensued. “We all have trips like that. Hell, I probably have one of those trips like once a week!”
“Well her trip was quite a bit different,” Taka described. “She told me that a few months back, she took 3 hits from a blotter sold as LSD. Normally this should be no problem, but as it turns out, the product she received was definitely a research chemical of some sort. A real potent one too, possibly DOB, DOI, maybe even Dragonfly… Therefore in her case, it was truly a real near-death experience. Whenever she takes a high dose of hallucinogens, she always gets flashbacks of that time. Must have been real horrible if it’s still remaining in her brain.”
“DOB? DOI?” the man was astonished and faced me. “That stuff is measured out in the tiniest mg’s, right? What happened?”
I distinctly remember that weekend as “the most fucked up blender of my life,” so I took Taka’s place as storyteller from here on.
“To sum up the events, I puked up about 10kg of water total. I wouldn’t stop throwing up, so I was afraid I might die of water loss. My skin was as white as a corpse’s from malnutrition, and my body became so weak I couldn’t even stand up straight…My friends didn’t know what to do because they were tripping so hard too. I really should have done to a hospital; I don’t even remember the first night I dropped that supposed acid. My overall trip lasted five days and I thought it would never end, but…luckily I am okay now.”
“You survived that?” the man cocked an eyebrow, stunned. “You’ve got some strength and willpower, that’s all I have to say.”
Taka and the man went off on a tangent about another topic and were occupied in their own private discourse. This was okay with me, because I had begun feeling a little stimulation and energy from the psychedelic stimulant I snorted. I told Taka I would be back in roughly an hour. I was feeling energetic and mainly needed to go relieve some stress. I planned to explore the Roppongi streets and gaze at the neon electric lights in an effort to enhance some visuals, or maybe fire up the atmosphere.
I read somebody else’s TMA-2 trip report and they reported elevated hunger from it, so I was prepared when I felt an increase in my appetite. I took a break and stopped at Mos Burger to eat a hot dog.
I had maybe been walking around for almost an hour when the visuals began slightly kicking in. I was afraid if it were to peak suddenly I would get lost, so I quickly hurried back to Taka’s store. Taka was alone by the time my walk was over.
“That guy that was here told me to say bye to you,” Taka forwarded his message to me, and added in his own input, “He’s ex-Yakuza… a real good guy with a big heart. Incredibly smart too, with a clever head on his shoulders.”
“I have a soft spot for him,” I confessed, talking more to myself than anybody else. “That night I took that 2-CE, he was so nice to me. Usually strangers look the other way…”
Taka nodded. “So how is the TMA-2?” he asked. “Did it kick in yet? How is it?”
“No real visuals yet, I think the drug is starting to take effect just now, but so far I like the mindset. Really relaxing, mentally acts similar to a depressant or a good speedball, yet I can remain very aware of everything around me. Definitely more euphoric than last night’s Gomeo-DPT. I am definitely enjoying this so far,” I reported.
“I’ll let you be then,” Taka wanted me to have the full experience and understood that to achieve that I would need silence. “Have a nice trip!”
Tranquil, soothing, comforting. These are the three words that come to mind when I think of TMA-2. It is so gentle I could even fall asleep on this. In fact, I would rather spend my time lying down “cuddle puddling” and enjoy music to, over socializing and being active. The best part about this compound is that I could not distinguish any toxic body load whatsoever. It was as damn nice as a good IV meth shot. I felt 100% safe going higher than 25mg.
This is definitely a drug that is best when taken alone, with a best friend, or close partner. I thought about how enjoyable music would sound right about now, and how the progressions would flow through me like a stream of liquid sound waves. Visuals were extremely mild, but the ones I detected made the surroundings appear underwater, with a little blur here and a tiny ripple there.
(Sort of like that.)
OH HELL YEAH, THIS IS MY FAVORITE RC SO FAR.
The only minor downsides (and these were seriously such inconsequential negatives that it almost didn’t even matter), were: 1) As predicted, I did not achieve significant visuals, which can easily be changed as a result of quantity difference, 2) For some reason I dislike strangers or any outside influences. I noticed I was not the usual welcoming, friendly, open person that I was at the store that night. Instead, I was more reserved, introverted, and kept more to myself. 3) It also lacked a bit in the physical aspect; all I could think about was how excellent it would go with an MDMA+MDA combo timed just right. The perfect timing would be to drop or plug your roll right after the TMA-2 peak. Additionally, like all stimulants, TMA-2 tends to induce “cracked out behavior” on the comedown, so taking some GHB/GBL/14B an hour after the ecstasy kicks in would cancel that out. Man, if I did that combo, I would be PEAKING for sure!
This combination appears very promising as an erotic combination. I haven’t even tried it and I am already experiencing body orgasms imagining its potential. I have high hopes for such a mixture and look forward to trying it next time I have the resources.
I definitely lucked out obtaining this RC. I expressed to Taka how much I loved this one, and thanked him once again for saving it for ages just for me.
A look of relief spread throughout his face. “I’m glad this was a good match for you, looks like you really lucked out. You got my last one and I don’t have a source for it anymore.”
“It’s lucky for a reason!” I announced. “It’s a psychedelic stimulant. It’s a mix of you and me!”
I felt absolutely wonderful that night, and just when I thought my night couldn’t get more interesting, a stranger approached the shop about 20 minutes before closing time. He was tall, dark-skinned, lean, early 30’s, and Taka recognized him as a pal.
He introduced himself to me as Sensei (translated literally to mean “teacher”) and graciously stated, “Taka has told me a lot about you.”
I secretly wondered what sort of things Taka said about me, and nicely asked to know Sensi’s real name.
“You promise not to act surprised?” he made me swear, and he proceeded only after I agreed. “My legal name that I was born with is Jesus Christ.”
“Cool.” I dipped my head nonchalantly, abruptly switching the subject. “You on anything now?”
“Ice,” he chuckled. “My favorite. You?”
“TMA-2.”
“Nice. Is that your drug of choice?”
“Nah, it’s my first time. My favorite used to be ice too, but since it’s not anymore, I am searching for a new favorite. I think I may have found the one, but I want to try it with other things… What do you think about a TMA-2, MDMA + MDA, and 14B cocktail? Should be good?”
“Couldn’t tell you, never done TMA-2 myself,” Sensei’s interest sparked. “What is your favorite meth combination?”
“Diazapem and meth speedball,” I continued and watched Sensei’s face twist into confusion. I forgot that speedballs were not a common practice in Japanese culture, so I gave my reason, “The valium cancels out your anxiety and shakes, while the meth gives you the boost and euphoria that you are seeking. It’s a perfect combination.”
“Oh wow, I’ve never heard of that. That’s pretty smart!” he remarked, “I really need to introduce you to this girl I know, she’s one of the top dealers in Tokyo. She has many ideas as well, you both would get along. I definitely have to have you two meet someday.”
I warmed up to his positive attitude and automatically felt more comfortable being around him.
Sensei raised another question. “When’s the last time you did meth?”
“The last point I had was July 1st of this year. I quit after that, but relapsed just once on July 22nd before arriving here, and since then I haven’t done it.”
“That’s really good that you quit, meth can be really evil at times,” Sensei paused, taking a second to comprehend whether he had heard my last sentence correctly. “Wait, you did it on the flight here?!”
“Yeah, just before leaving on the airport,” I leaked out a mischevious laugh. “And man, when I got to the airport, it was like PARANOIA FUCKING CITY you know what I mean… All those cops… all those dogs… LURKING…Gah!”
He laughed so hard he was holding his sides and bellowing, “Man, you’re CRAZY! I could NEVER do that! I mean, weren’t you afraid of the dogs sniffing anything on you? Like, say you had 5mg of powder sprinkled on your shirt, they could easily sniff that out.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I joked. “If I had that amount of meth on my shirt, I’d fucking lick it off.”
Sensei cackled some more, to which Taka posed rhetorically, “She’s a funny one, isn’t she?”
“This sort of shit…” Sensei was rambling. “It’ll fucking kill you. Paranoia, I mean…”
“That’s nothing,” Taka added. “I had one foreign customer—South American I think—he took some 2-CB in Roppongi back when I used to sell it. Anyways, he ended up thinking the street lights were cop sirens chasing after him, and he was tiptoeing around the streets trying to dodge all the traffic lights.”
We all howled insanely, each of us picturing our own humorous image of a delusional, cracked out foreign guy attempting to escape from still objects.
Sensei was interested in my experience being spun on a plane, and asked me to verify the purpose of tweaking on a plane.
“Tweaker time,” I said in an almost-obvious time. “My plane trip seemed to pass by within an hour. Besides, I have no problem relaxing on meth, it’s always been euphoric to me.”
“Man, I never thought of that!” Sensei showed a lot of expression in his voice as it suddenly began making sense to him. “OK, now I DEFINITELY have to introduce you to that dealer in Tokyo! She is really professional, you would like her.”
He became serious for a second and wanted to more about the meth scene in California, how the quality of product and people vary from Japan to America, my reason for quitting, among much more. I shared with him that meth is extremely common especially in Western and Midwest America, where the average price ranges around $40/gram and $130/ball. He got a bit of culture shock after I revealed that it is not uncommon seeing kids as young as 13 or 14 getting heavy into tweaking. I felt safe letting him know about my past, and gave him an idea of how badly it could get—I shared in detail about how I had overdosed more than once, gotten heart failure, became as low as 88lbs/38kgs, and how my monster tolerance was so high my habit ranged between ¼ gram to 2 grams daily.
“But the worst part was losing my friends,” I stared at the ground and felt my jaw clench with tension. “They’re just…they’re totally different people now. I really don’t know them anymore.”
As we participated in further discussion, I could tell that without a doubt, Jesus (or Sensei) was very bright and proficient in the skills of life. The way he presented himself gave off the impression that he was peaceful, mellow, and always kept a cool head. He seemed like somebody that had a lot of interesting things to say. We felt a natural bond from the beginning and engaged in thoughtful, intellectual conversation covering all sorts of issues concerning the drug scene. I learned that like me, he had tried a wide variety of substances, but inevitably ice (meth) was his favorite drug.
“How is the meth scene where you are from?” he queried. “I’ve never been to America. Is it big there?”
“On the west coast, especially California, Nevada, Arizona…” I trailed off. “It’s becoming a real big problem. American drug addicts are really different from the ones in Japan.”
He wanted me to clarify in detail the difference between the two nations.
“Just…a lot of American junkies are real shady, paranoid, totally delusional and mentally detached from real society. They steal, they have no regard for other people or even their own health. A huge number of people overdose in America—the numbers are ridiculous when compared to other foreign countries. Additionally, it seems that their reasons for taking drugs are different. I haven’t met one person that hangs out Roppongi at night that doesn’t shoot speed. If I mention that I do, the usual reply is, ‘Yeah, me too.’ But notice how everybody who does it, only does it for special occasions; party time or clubbing. They don’t make a habit out of it. That is the difference.”
“I hear America is becoming worse too, especially with crack, heroin, and meth… Why do you think that is?”
“I try to think of why it’s this way myself, and ultimately I believe it is attributed to several reasons,” I pondered carefully about a sensible response for several minutes. “First of all, some drugs are simply too cheap and available. Second, American justice is all about punishment instead of treatment, which forces addicts to live this secretive lifestyle, secluded from the rest of the world. Third, Americans do not value a strong work ethic, so homelessness and unemployment becomes a problem. Lastly, there isn’t shit to do in America. This is a real problem. I ask so many kids what they do for fun, and the most common reaction is, ‘There’s nothing to do, so we smoke dope all day.’ This is coming from a 14 year old too.”
I described just how strict and invasive to privacy American police are, or the truth about what little freedom there really was in America, or how if a power-hungry officer chose to violate your rights at any given time, you had no say in the matter. If you did not abide by their rules, they could choose to arrest you if they felt like it anyway. I shared my own experiences, where I had been questioned and searched by nosey policemen simply for walking around late at night.
“This is why a lot of junkies are too paranoid to leave their house,” I reasoned. “That definitely attributes to the paranoia, which consequently leads to deterioration of mental health.”
“I didn’t know America was like that,” Sensei was abhorred by the lack of basic human rights other countries possessed. “America is getting stricter too, from what I hear. They are really taking a step backwards into third world law.”
“I’m just glad I’m out of that place…” my worry increased as I was reminded of several friends back home. What were they were doing at the moment. Had they changed? Were they okay? “I just don’t know why Japan is trying to follow in America’s steps. They’re making a big mistake.”
Sensei contemplated further in depth about the drug war. “So then, I’m sure you think it is much safer to keep drugs legal, right?”
“America is trying to make everything illegal right now and it’s obvious it only creates more problems,” I hung my head critically. “On the other hand, I’ve been watching the smartshop in Japan very carefully, and I approve highly of this practice. What older generations do not realize is that research chems are the new alcohol substitute for kids these days. Most users consume such products the safest method possible (orally), and do it to get together to have a good time. There are the occasional deaths and overdoses, but that is something to be expected. It still causes significantly less problems than alcohol. Plus, I also observed many people who are quitting illegal drugs, and they often opt for the legal alternatives to play it safe. Keeping these drugs legal is a really great thing.”
Sensei listened wholeheartedly and nodded in agreement the entire time. “There will be a time where we won’t have to worry, one day we will be headed in that direction…All of us.”
It was undeniably one of the most thought-provoking conversations I ever had with a foreign stranger. It was a one-of-a-kind occurrence that could only happen in a huge international city like Tokyo.
Outside, the sun was rising and Sensei and Taka mentioned that they were both headed back to their house. I asked Sensei if he was going to be around town sometime this week.
“If you can’t drop by to say hi this week, at least try to come to Velfarre,” I urged eagerly. “They’re throwing their after hours party from Saturday until Monday morning! Be there!!!” (*Velfarre = Biggest nightclub in al of Japan)
We exchanged numbers and parted our separate ways at the subway. I wanted to remain in deeper thought about the material discussed today, but I was too tired from staying up the past couple days and passed out on the train shortly after being seated. Looking forward to a more eventful tomorrow.
Conclusion: Legalize it, dammit!
-spun
Continuation of Homeless in Japan with a FUCKLOAD of Drugs. Day 1. 5-MeO-DPT. By Kandy K.
Day 2 – TMA-2
Taka and I headed directly for an internet café in Shinjuku to research various chemicals and read up on any updates with the law. Before that, we dropped by his apartment in Kabuki-Cho to drop off some items. In case you didn’t know, Shinjuku is where all the Yakuzas reside in Tokyo; supposedly hundreds of deaths and disappearances along the Kabuki-Cho road alone. And all I have to say is, that place smells like SHIT! And not the good chemical poison kind either, it was more like the wet garbage, urine-filled sewer, sweaty homeless bum kind of stench.
(Yup…Smells like Shinjuku)
The Shinjuku café was cheap; free drinks, your own private room, and 6 hours of net time for 980yen. We ended up staying till noon, and Taka and I discovered several things: 1) Recently, Japanese suppliers who have been caught shipping research chemicals to countries where they are illegal (such as America) have been prosecuted and charged, 2) 5-MeO-DET might make for a nice addition to Taka’s supply, 3) If Methylone becomes illegal, the best choice would be to replace with 4-FMP.
Taka warned me that because of upcoming elections in Japan around this time of year, it was particularly dangerous carrying illicit objects during the months of September and October. This was normally the time cops were walking around doing random searches on anybody whom they suspect may be carrying drugs or weapons. I was taken aback by this custom, but kept myself aware of my actions so as not to look suspicious (it didn’t matter anyways because I was not carrying anything illegal, but it was the hassle I wanted to avoid).
He walked me back to the station for safety reasons and we parted at Shinjuku Station. I asked around the local residents for the location of an ofuro (public bath) to clean and groom myself, and afterwards I fell asleep on the train for a couple hours. I awoke around 6pm, took my time eating a small meal, and explored the busy city. All this kept me busy until 9pm. Time for playtime.
As anticipated, when I arrived back at Roppongi, Taka was there working his shelf. He waved when I approached him and asked me what’s up.
(I wonder if he gets bored staying at the same place everyday for so many years?)
“I think…today I will do TMA-2,” I decided. “Is there anything I should know beforehand?”
(picture of TMA-2)
He warned me that once I decide on my dosage, I should NOT re-dose even if it seems like it isn’t taking effect at all. The reason for this is because even when snorted, TMA-2 takes roughly 2-3 hours before it even STARTS to escalate.
Trying a new drug in a foreign country, it would be the wiser decision to start low like I had the previous night with the 5-MeO-DPT. Knowing I am rather sensitive to psychedelics and this dose would be more like a test of the drug’s potency, I went with only 25mg. Given that I only had a minimal amount of TMA-2, I knew it would be more economically efficient to snort it rather than eat it. I brought up the issue of intranasal administration and asked if Taka would be bothered if I did it out in public. He kindly asked me to refrain from doing it around the store, as it would portray a dirty, junkie, criminal image. I could definitely see how bystanders would get the wrong idea, and respected his wishes.
I walked across the street and ended up snorting the TMA-2 in the UFJ bank, complete with security cameras everywhere. (I even took a video of it on my camera phone, hahaha.)
When I exited the building, I was stunned to see a familiar face standing there, laughing and joking with Taka. It was the middle-aged Japanese man I met on my first 2-CE trip in Tokyo. For those that do not remember my 2-CE Trip Report, what happened is that I basically underestimated the power of the ONE RC I just happen to be sensitive to. I took over 20mg, and bear in mind that I can achieve decent visuals from a mere 5mg. Naturally, this was a BIG mistake for me, especially given the fact that it was my first trip in a foreign country. Long story short, this was one of the men I ended up meeting on my trip. He was the one that was most worried about my health.
No way, I thought silently to myself, and couldn’t help but burst out in childish laughter. This was the surprise of the century for me.
“What are you laughing at,” he smirked and parted his mouth into a wide-open smile. “Fine, I’ll tease you too. SO HOW ARE YOU, 2-CE GIRL? LONG TIME NO SEE!”
Even then I remained fairly speechless, and peeped out a meek greeting.
Then, much to my embarrassment, the man commenced reminiscing about that fateful day the three of us crossed paths. “I remember that night really well,” he recollected. “You were soooooo messed up on 2-CE, you were just sitting there half-passed out like some bum on the street. For hours! Man, you have no idea how badly I scolded Taka for not being more careful with his work! We even argued over what we were going to do with you if you ended up fainting or something. I was damn worried.”
I became a little shy and red-faced, remembering how awkward I must have acted then. I apologized profusely for all the inconvenience I caused. “If I was in a better state I would have taken better care of myself. To tell you the truth I couldn’t even talk or form coherent sentences. I figured if I sat down in the same spot I wouldn’t attract major attention.”
“I’m glad you stayed in one spot that night,” Taka beamed. “This way you didn’t cause any public outburst and get in trouble… And because of that unfortunate event, we were able to become friends.”
That last sentence struck a soft spot in me. “I thought a long time about that, and I know it was definitely fate,” I was sure of it, after thoroughly comprehending the timely placement of that night’s events. There were simply too many coincidences that added up to ultimately seal together the beginning of a new friendship—how by random circumstance I was left all alone in Tokyo tripping by myself, how a last minute influence persuaded me to take the 2-CE instead of the 5-MeO-DMT I had always wanted to do, and how by a split-second mistake, the result was me consuming more 2-CE than I should have.
“What happened to you that night anyway?” the man was getting curious. “Were you just feeling sick or what?”
“She took too much, and started having a bad trip,” Taka put it plainly. He knew exactly what happened, “She thought she was going to die.”
“Ahh,” the man chuckled, and soft laughter ensued. “We all have trips like that. Hell, I probably have one of those trips like once a week!”
“Well her trip was quite a bit different,” Taka described. “She told me that a few months back, she took 3 hits from a blotter sold as LSD. Normally this should be no problem, but as it turns out, the product she received was definitely a research chemical of some sort. A real potent one too, possibly DOB, DOI, maybe even Dragonfly… Therefore in her case, it was truly a real near-death experience. Whenever she takes a high dose of hallucinogens, she always gets flashbacks of that time. Must have been real horrible if it’s still remaining in her brain.”
“DOB? DOI?” the man was astonished and faced me. “That stuff is measured out in the tiniest mg’s, right? What happened?”
I distinctly remember that weekend as “the most fucked up blender of my life,” so I took Taka’s place as storyteller from here on.
“To sum up the events, I puked up about 10kg of water total. I wouldn’t stop throwing up, so I was afraid I might die of water loss. My skin was as white as a corpse’s from malnutrition, and my body became so weak I couldn’t even stand up straight…My friends didn’t know what to do because they were tripping so hard too. I really should have done to a hospital; I don’t even remember the first night I dropped that supposed acid. My overall trip lasted five days and I thought it would never end, but…luckily I am okay now.”
“You survived that?” the man cocked an eyebrow, stunned. “You’ve got some strength and willpower, that’s all I have to say.”
Taka and the man went off on a tangent about another topic and were occupied in their own private discourse. This was okay with me, because I had begun feeling a little stimulation and energy from the psychedelic stimulant I snorted. I told Taka I would be back in roughly an hour. I was feeling energetic and mainly needed to go relieve some stress. I planned to explore the Roppongi streets and gaze at the neon electric lights in an effort to enhance some visuals, or maybe fire up the atmosphere.
I read somebody else’s TMA-2 trip report and they reported elevated hunger from it, so I was prepared when I felt an increase in my appetite. I took a break and stopped at Mos Burger to eat a hot dog.
I had maybe been walking around for almost an hour when the visuals began slightly kicking in. I was afraid if it were to peak suddenly I would get lost, so I quickly hurried back to Taka’s store. Taka was alone by the time my walk was over.
“That guy that was here told me to say bye to you,” Taka forwarded his message to me, and added in his own input, “He’s ex-Yakuza… a real good guy with a big heart. Incredibly smart too, with a clever head on his shoulders.”
“I have a soft spot for him,” I confessed, talking more to myself than anybody else. “That night I took that 2-CE, he was so nice to me. Usually strangers look the other way…”
Taka nodded. “So how is the TMA-2?” he asked. “Did it kick in yet? How is it?”
“No real visuals yet, I think the drug is starting to take effect just now, but so far I like the mindset. Really relaxing, mentally acts similar to a depressant or a good speedball, yet I can remain very aware of everything around me. Definitely more euphoric than last night’s Gomeo-DPT. I am definitely enjoying this so far,” I reported.
“I’ll let you be then,” Taka wanted me to have the full experience and understood that to achieve that I would need silence. “Have a nice trip!”
Tranquil, soothing, comforting. These are the three words that come to mind when I think of TMA-2. It is so gentle I could even fall asleep on this. In fact, I would rather spend my time lying down “cuddle puddling” and enjoy music to, over socializing and being active. The best part about this compound is that I could not distinguish any toxic body load whatsoever. It was as damn nice as a good IV meth shot. I felt 100% safe going higher than 25mg.
This is definitely a drug that is best when taken alone, with a best friend, or close partner. I thought about how enjoyable music would sound right about now, and how the progressions would flow through me like a stream of liquid sound waves. Visuals were extremely mild, but the ones I detected made the surroundings appear underwater, with a little blur here and a tiny ripple there.
(Sort of like that.)
OH HELL YEAH, THIS IS MY FAVORITE RC SO FAR.
The only minor downsides (and these were seriously such inconsequential negatives that it almost didn’t even matter), were: 1) As predicted, I did not achieve significant visuals, which can easily be changed as a result of quantity difference, 2) For some reason I dislike strangers or any outside influences. I noticed I was not the usual welcoming, friendly, open person that I was at the store that night. Instead, I was more reserved, introverted, and kept more to myself. 3) It also lacked a bit in the physical aspect; all I could think about was how excellent it would go with an MDMA+MDA combo timed just right. The perfect timing would be to drop or plug your roll right after the TMA-2 peak. Additionally, like all stimulants, TMA-2 tends to induce “cracked out behavior” on the comedown, so taking some GHB/GBL/14B an hour after the ecstasy kicks in would cancel that out. Man, if I did that combo, I would be PEAKING for sure!
This combination appears very promising as an erotic combination. I haven’t even tried it and I am already experiencing body orgasms imagining its potential. I have high hopes for such a mixture and look forward to trying it next time I have the resources.
I definitely lucked out obtaining this RC. I expressed to Taka how much I loved this one, and thanked him once again for saving it for ages just for me.
A look of relief spread throughout his face. “I’m glad this was a good match for you, looks like you really lucked out. You got my last one and I don’t have a source for it anymore.”
“It’s lucky for a reason!” I announced. “It’s a psychedelic stimulant. It’s a mix of you and me!”
I felt absolutely wonderful that night, and just when I thought my night couldn’t get more interesting, a stranger approached the shop about 20 minutes before closing time. He was tall, dark-skinned, lean, early 30’s, and Taka recognized him as a pal.
He introduced himself to me as Sensei (translated literally to mean “teacher”) and graciously stated, “Taka has told me a lot about you.”
I secretly wondered what sort of things Taka said about me, and nicely asked to know Sensi’s real name.
“You promise not to act surprised?” he made me swear, and he proceeded only after I agreed. “My legal name that I was born with is Jesus Christ.”
“Cool.” I dipped my head nonchalantly, abruptly switching the subject. “You on anything now?”
“Ice,” he chuckled. “My favorite. You?”
“TMA-2.”
“Nice. Is that your drug of choice?”
“Nah, it’s my first time. My favorite used to be ice too, but since it’s not anymore, I am searching for a new favorite. I think I may have found the one, but I want to try it with other things… What do you think about a TMA-2, MDMA + MDA, and 14B cocktail? Should be good?”
“Couldn’t tell you, never done TMA-2 myself,” Sensei’s interest sparked. “What is your favorite meth combination?”
“Diazapem and meth speedball,” I continued and watched Sensei’s face twist into confusion. I forgot that speedballs were not a common practice in Japanese culture, so I gave my reason, “The valium cancels out your anxiety and shakes, while the meth gives you the boost and euphoria that you are seeking. It’s a perfect combination.”
“Oh wow, I’ve never heard of that. That’s pretty smart!” he remarked, “I really need to introduce you to this girl I know, she’s one of the top dealers in Tokyo. She has many ideas as well, you both would get along. I definitely have to have you two meet someday.”
I warmed up to his positive attitude and automatically felt more comfortable being around him.
Sensei raised another question. “When’s the last time you did meth?”
“The last point I had was July 1st of this year. I quit after that, but relapsed just once on July 22nd before arriving here, and since then I haven’t done it.”
“That’s really good that you quit, meth can be really evil at times,” Sensei paused, taking a second to comprehend whether he had heard my last sentence correctly. “Wait, you did it on the flight here?!”
“Yeah, just before leaving on the airport,” I leaked out a mischevious laugh. “And man, when I got to the airport, it was like PARANOIA FUCKING CITY you know what I mean… All those cops… all those dogs… LURKING…Gah!”
He laughed so hard he was holding his sides and bellowing, “Man, you’re CRAZY! I could NEVER do that! I mean, weren’t you afraid of the dogs sniffing anything on you? Like, say you had 5mg of powder sprinkled on your shirt, they could easily sniff that out.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I joked. “If I had that amount of meth on my shirt, I’d fucking lick it off.”
Sensei cackled some more, to which Taka posed rhetorically, “She’s a funny one, isn’t she?”
“This sort of shit…” Sensei was rambling. “It’ll fucking kill you. Paranoia, I mean…”
“That’s nothing,” Taka added. “I had one foreign customer—South American I think—he took some 2-CB in Roppongi back when I used to sell it. Anyways, he ended up thinking the street lights were cop sirens chasing after him, and he was tiptoeing around the streets trying to dodge all the traffic lights.”
We all howled insanely, each of us picturing our own humorous image of a delusional, cracked out foreign guy attempting to escape from still objects.
Sensei was interested in my experience being spun on a plane, and asked me to verify the purpose of tweaking on a plane.
“Tweaker time,” I said in an almost-obvious time. “My plane trip seemed to pass by within an hour. Besides, I have no problem relaxing on meth, it’s always been euphoric to me.”
“Man, I never thought of that!” Sensei showed a lot of expression in his voice as it suddenly began making sense to him. “OK, now I DEFINITELY have to introduce you to that dealer in Tokyo! She is really professional, you would like her.”
He became serious for a second and wanted to more about the meth scene in California, how the quality of product and people vary from Japan to America, my reason for quitting, among much more. I shared with him that meth is extremely common especially in Western and Midwest America, where the average price ranges around $40/gram and $130/ball. He got a bit of culture shock after I revealed that it is not uncommon seeing kids as young as 13 or 14 getting heavy into tweaking. I felt safe letting him know about my past, and gave him an idea of how badly it could get—I shared in detail about how I had overdosed more than once, gotten heart failure, became as low as 88lbs/38kgs, and how my monster tolerance was so high my habit ranged between ¼ gram to 2 grams daily.
“But the worst part was losing my friends,” I stared at the ground and felt my jaw clench with tension. “They’re just…they’re totally different people now. I really don’t know them anymore.”
As we participated in further discussion, I could tell that without a doubt, Jesus (or Sensei) was very bright and proficient in the skills of life. The way he presented himself gave off the impression that he was peaceful, mellow, and always kept a cool head. He seemed like somebody that had a lot of interesting things to say. We felt a natural bond from the beginning and engaged in thoughtful, intellectual conversation covering all sorts of issues concerning the drug scene. I learned that like me, he had tried a wide variety of substances, but inevitably ice (meth) was his favorite drug.
“How is the meth scene where you are from?” he queried. “I’ve never been to America. Is it big there?”
“On the west coast, especially California, Nevada, Arizona…” I trailed off. “It’s becoming a real big problem. American drug addicts are really different from the ones in Japan.”
He wanted me to clarify in detail the difference between the two nations.
“Just…a lot of American junkies are real shady, paranoid, totally delusional and mentally detached from real society. They steal, they have no regard for other people or even their own health. A huge number of people overdose in America—the numbers are ridiculous when compared to other foreign countries. Additionally, it seems that their reasons for taking drugs are different. I haven’t met one person that hangs out Roppongi at night that doesn’t shoot speed. If I mention that I do, the usual reply is, ‘Yeah, me too.’ But notice how everybody who does it, only does it for special occasions; party time or clubbing. They don’t make a habit out of it. That is the difference.”
“I hear America is becoming worse too, especially with crack, heroin, and meth… Why do you think that is?”
“I try to think of why it’s this way myself, and ultimately I believe it is attributed to several reasons,” I pondered carefully about a sensible response for several minutes. “First of all, some drugs are simply too cheap and available. Second, American justice is all about punishment instead of treatment, which forces addicts to live this secretive lifestyle, secluded from the rest of the world. Third, Americans do not value a strong work ethic, so homelessness and unemployment becomes a problem. Lastly, there isn’t shit to do in America. This is a real problem. I ask so many kids what they do for fun, and the most common reaction is, ‘There’s nothing to do, so we smoke dope all day.’ This is coming from a 14 year old too.”
I described just how strict and invasive to privacy American police are, or the truth about what little freedom there really was in America, or how if a power-hungry officer chose to violate your rights at any given time, you had no say in the matter. If you did not abide by their rules, they could choose to arrest you if they felt like it anyway. I shared my own experiences, where I had been questioned and searched by nosey policemen simply for walking around late at night.
“This is why a lot of junkies are too paranoid to leave their house,” I reasoned. “That definitely attributes to the paranoia, which consequently leads to deterioration of mental health.”
“I didn’t know America was like that,” Sensei was abhorred by the lack of basic human rights other countries possessed. “America is getting stricter too, from what I hear. They are really taking a step backwards into third world law.”
“I’m just glad I’m out of that place…” my worry increased as I was reminded of several friends back home. What were they were doing at the moment. Had they changed? Were they okay? “I just don’t know why Japan is trying to follow in America’s steps. They’re making a big mistake.”
Sensei contemplated further in depth about the drug war. “So then, I’m sure you think it is much safer to keep drugs legal, right?”
“America is trying to make everything illegal right now and it’s obvious it only creates more problems,” I hung my head critically. “On the other hand, I’ve been watching the smartshop in Japan very carefully, and I approve highly of this practice. What older generations do not realize is that research chems are the new alcohol substitute for kids these days. Most users consume such products the safest method possible (orally), and do it to get together to have a good time. There are the occasional deaths and overdoses, but that is something to be expected. It still causes significantly less problems than alcohol. Plus, I also observed many people who are quitting illegal drugs, and they often opt for the legal alternatives to play it safe. Keeping these drugs legal is a really great thing.”
Sensei listened wholeheartedly and nodded in agreement the entire time. “There will be a time where we won’t have to worry, one day we will be headed in that direction…All of us.”
It was undeniably one of the most thought-provoking conversations I ever had with a foreign stranger. It was a one-of-a-kind occurrence that could only happen in a huge international city like Tokyo.
Outside, the sun was rising and Sensei and Taka mentioned that they were both headed back to their house. I asked Sensei if he was going to be around town sometime this week.
“If you can’t drop by to say hi this week, at least try to come to Velfarre,” I urged eagerly. “They’re throwing their after hours party from Saturday until Monday morning! Be there!!!” (*Velfarre = Biggest nightclub in al of Japan)
We exchanged numbers and parted our separate ways at the subway. I wanted to remain in deeper thought about the material discussed today, but I was too tired from staying up the past couple days and passed out on the train shortly after being seated. Looking forward to a more eventful tomorrow.
Conclusion: Legalize it, dammit!
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