3 Friends and I pick up some Ketamine (powder), and some supposed MDMA caps. We get back at 5 and decide to go ahead and do some of the K, since our roll party isnt for another 5 or 6 hours. My roomie just happens to be diabetic, so he has needles and experince, and innevitably we all decide to IM together.
I go first. The neeedles pressed the skin, but there is just the little twinge, the little pinch. I walk upstairs to change into something cooler, and by the time I get to my closet My world is one big WAWAWA, with time slowing down so much I almost seem to be going backwards (the Bacardi 151 could have something to do with this to).
By the time I get back downstairs, the disassociative asspect kicks in. Lights go out. Freak Flow and Flipside come on. I go bye-bye. I lay down, and one of my friends starts giving a lightshow. I cant tell if hes right side up or if Im upside down, but it really doesnt matter. The lights . . .
I sink, things grow dark.
I am now standning on a fence, balancing like a circus performer. Slowly I teeter along almost losing myself. Even though I am unconcious, I am very conscious of the fact that on the right side is LIFE and on the left side is DEATH, and Im right in the middle balancing, holding on, not willing or ready to make a descision.
Light comes back. The CD had come to an end.
I still have 2 hours till the party, so we sit around and smoke a blunt. Later I take the capsules (snorting some first), and a entirley whole and different story emerges.
To Be Continued . . .
I go first. The neeedles pressed the skin, but there is just the little twinge, the little pinch. I walk upstairs to change into something cooler, and by the time I get to my closet My world is one big WAWAWA, with time slowing down so much I almost seem to be going backwards (the Bacardi 151 could have something to do with this to).
By the time I get back downstairs, the disassociative asspect kicks in. Lights go out. Freak Flow and Flipside come on. I go bye-bye. I lay down, and one of my friends starts giving a lightshow. I cant tell if hes right side up or if Im upside down, but it really doesnt matter. The lights . . .
I sink, things grow dark.
I am now standning on a fence, balancing like a circus performer. Slowly I teeter along almost losing myself. Even though I am unconcious, I am very conscious of the fact that on the right side is LIFE and on the left side is DEATH, and Im right in the middle balancing, holding on, not willing or ready to make a descision.
Light comes back. The CD had come to an end.
I still have 2 hours till the party, so we sit around and smoke a blunt. Later I take the capsules (snorting some first), and a entirley whole and different story emerges.
To Be Continued . . .
