Felt really good since taking those doves ultra pills (fairly similar to MDMA). And that was with lower than usual amounts of hydrocodone(30mg/day) and very few benzos.
Today I am on 60mg hydrocodone, 3mg alprazolam, + potentiators and I have snorted, smoked, and IM'd about 135mg mephedrone. Very pleasant!
Edit: Smoked about another 60-70mg mephedrone since last post. I assume it is mephedrone. It was sold as Drone but seems different from mephedrone. Maybe it is an analog of mephedrone. Mephedrone was apparently emergency scheduled in the USA so I doubt the head shops would be selling it.
Smoking it seems to be wasteful so I won't do it again. The effects seem significantly different from mephedrone. Definitely less stimulating. Also seems to be fewer side effects. Similar euphoria I guess.
Holy shit. Get help. Jesus, all your drugs are pretty much legal too.
Well anyway...i love consistently having concentrates. I'm zonked out on some pretty good hash. Shits brittle though.
.3 hashish coned
Actually, I regularly use illegal drugs. Not nearly as much as the legal ones, but that is because legal ones are more available to me. I have marijuana seeds I plan on growing this spring if I get the nerves to do it. I already have opium poppies coming up, which is illegal. I grow mushrooms usually 2-3 times per year. I am going to be buying methylone or MDMA ASAP, both are schedule 1 in the USA. Methylone was just added. I possess 2 hits of LSD, supposedly 120-150ug each which I am saving to combine with something else since that is not a high enough dose for me (just traded some hydrocodone and alprazolam to get those). Hopefully I'll have another psychedelic or an empathogen to combine them with soon. I frequently use scheduled prescription meds that are not mine.
That said, I would most likely kill myself without killing any cops to avoid prison time. I would never rule out a killing spree aimed at the pigs if I were dying or was going to prison/jail(I already know I would turn to suicide in that case, so why not take some of the pigs with me if I could bring myself to commit a murder (not sure I really have what it takes).
The fucking pigs sent my brother to prison for 3 years a week or so ago just for breaking into a car even though nothing was taken and he got the hell beaten out of him from the owner and several other people and now I find out he'll be doing more time for weed possession on top of that.
The pigs have treated me quite badly on several occasions. Once they told me I failed a sobriety test, let me redo the part where I messed up, tried to make me believe I would be arrested and acting like jerks even after I redid it with no problem and had used no drugs.
I was sent to the hospital after hitting my head and being out cold for 30+ minutes and then falling after getting up, hitting my head again, and being out cold for another 15 minutes or so. After being at home all day unable to walk or talk I was sent to the hospital. My mom says it was early morning when I first hit my head and it was close to dark when she sent me to the hospital. It was another 24 hours before I really started to understand what had happened and I had only a few brief moments of memory during the 30+ hours I was out of it. I tested positive for some drug and the doctors said that was the only reason I was behaving so bizarrely, with suicidal and sometimes homicidal threats. Unconsciousness lasting a few minutes to half an hour or post traumatic amnesia >24 hours is considered the highest grade of concussion (unconsciousness >30min is generally treated as a brain injury more serious than a concussion). I had only one drug (JWH-018) that might have made me so out of it and it wears off completely in 6 hours or so. I told the cops guarding me to kill me and shoot me in the head and I tried to get their gun to kill myself. When they did not let me, I threatened to kill them. When I finally gained some insight into what I was doing, I was able to start controlling myself. Even so, I was threatened with prosecution. The doctors told me after I was able to understand that I might be going to prison. I don't know if the police actually told the doctors that or if the doctors made that up to scare me so that may not be the pigs fault. I was transferred to this hospital because my local hospital thought I might require brain surgery but when I reached the second hospital no tests were run, they just said it was drugs. After some observation I was sent to the mental ward.
In the mental ward, a patient told me he called my parents and told them I was dead. I reported it to the staff and asked to call and let them know I was alive. After several refusals, I asked them to make the call themselves and they would not do it so I threw an empty styrofoam cup at the floor, nowhere near another person. Two security guards (I place them in the same category as pigs) came up to me as I was returning to my seat, punched me in the gut, shoved there fingers/hands underneath my ribcage causing a lot of pain and keeping me from breathing, drug me to a table, strapped me down, and had some bitch knock me out with drugs.
When I got out, I made it about half home when I got sick of my oldest brother and his wife whispering to each other about how to break a promise they made me instead of acknowledging my presence and telling me they changed their minds instead of treating me like I was deaf or to dumb to understand what they were saying. I had them let me out of the car. I made my way to a railroad track and found a fossil so i looked for more. A loudspeaker comes on telling me to leave so I start down the sidewalk but the pigs pull up. They ask questions and I politely explain the situation and that I started leaving when told. The decided my face was too red and I was sweating too much so I needed to go to the salvation army to cool off. I agree, point in the direction I think it is at and ask them if I am right as I begin to slowly walk that way. The pigs don't ask me to get down on the ground, they just knock me down and handcuff me when I was making every attempt to follow orders. I tell them I was just going to the salvation army and that I didn't know they wanted to drive me there. I ask them where they are taking me and they refuse to answer. They finally say they are taking me to a mental hospital but refuse to give me any reason why or tell me what I did. At that point I start cussing and yelling at them because they are clearly violating my right, but I was polite up till that point. I was not behaving strangely in any way I could figure out when they got on the scene and started questioning me. I don't see any justification for their actions from the time they knocked me to the ground onward. No reason at all to send me to the nut house.
By contrast, I have had just 1 single positive experience with a cop. So the pigs have given me every reason to hate them and for me to consider them the enemy. And I do often enjoy hearing that a cop was killed in the line of duty (except for trying to stop something like a murder).
still waiting for my kava and phenibut to come, probly another week or so.I should have bought some poppy seeds or apap/caffeine/codeine and did CWE.
Personally my preference would be some sativa with a good crash.
Not gonna smoke too much though because I'm 2 days off oxycodone and am at that queasy phase... don't want to stone myself into eating anything crazy 
