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Pot + xanax + k - 4 Experienced users - Goal: get fucked up!
Warning:
The following trip report is NOT at all spiritual or mystical, it isn't even very insightful, it is only what it is: an explanation how I got very fucked up last night, and there is no special significance to it whatsoever!! This is in case you ever wanted to know what being really fucked up is like without having to go to all the work of driving to Mexico, paying $60 for xanax and $20 for K and waiting in line for 2 hours to get back in the US! Not to mention all the wear and tear on the body and mind. I also hope to present some harm avoidance techniques I used over the course of the night.
Don't try this at home kids!!
Well, after a visit to Mexico, I had some goodies to try out!
1pm: smoked lots of pot
2pm: smoked some meth
10pm:
Me, my girlfriend and a male and female friend gathered at the female friends house and started preparing for our crazy fucked up night.
Me and the 2 females took 1mg xanax as the K was put on the stove to cook off the water.
10:30pm:
The K was done cooking and we had emptied our bladders and brought the bong and 2 lighters to our spot on the floor.
We dimmed the light right after the K had been scraped up with a razor blade, our yield was a full gram of K with a tiny bit of coke residue from the razor.
The females had 150mg nasally and I had 180mg nasally in the form of 2 nice lines at the exact same moment!
I had just enough time to stumble from the kitchen where the lines were done over to the floor before I began to feel the effects of the K... then I realized that the drinks which we had poured for ourselves were fruit punch and I didn't want sugar interfering with the intensity of the K hole, so I got back up and got water. I knew I had to hurry to get the water because I felt time was against me. I felt EXACTLY like the part of an operation where the anesthesiologist tells you to count backwards from 100, and they always laugh at you because no one ever makes it past 95. The only difference is I had a sense of urgency that I had to do something important (water for the damn drip) so I was literally running the 20 feet to the fridge to grab the water jug. The problem was I got distracted about 3 times in 2 word conversations with the other people in exactly the same state of mind. The feeling was a lot like how you would feel if you were given 15 minutes to take everything important out of your house before it falls off a cliff.
10:35pm:
Then as I saw our 2 glasses of fruit punch on the floor I realized that all 4 of us would very soon be knocking them over and staining the perdy white carpet so I grabbed them and in a hurry tried to set them on a table, but the table was about 3 feet too far away, so I just put them under the TV stand in super slow motion because I had 0 motor control by then and was sure I'd spill them all over. I then totally lost all ability to move right after I sat down. Our "sober" driver did his 150mg line right then and handed me his beautiful bong fully packed and I dug through my pocket and found a crack torch lighter. I took the hugest hit of my life and was unable to see what everyone else was doing due to tunnel vision, but the 3 other people in the room felt like 10 other people having a drunken party in the room. I heard someone knock over a glass and spill something... then the owner of the house took about a minute to notice that she was being talked to and she put her face all close to the carpet and stared at it, and said.. that better not be punch... then I stuck my face on the wet spot and smelled it and it didn't smell like punch, then I remembered that I had put the punch somewhere safer and I said "its all good only water".
10:45:
I sat back up, to the command of "damnit don't spill the bong smoke it or pass it" from the soberest of us 3, and by paternal instinct (the bong is my baby! haha) I managed to take 1 last hit and raised the bong to be taken away from me. I then slumped over for uhhhhh... 1 hour I guess?!
11:45ish:
I realize that I am in a K hole (which may mean that I had started to leave the K hole?) and decide to look for visuals. All I see is static and I apparently said "Aliens are fuzzy just like K-holes". The static didn't really look cool at all unlike most psychedelics I use, it was plain and boring like watching a TV with no reception from 100 feet away.
12ish?:
One of the females (with the highest K tolerance) was now able to walk again and had found perdy Christmas lights wrapped in plastic tubing and managed to plug them in for our enjoyment! I stared as she twisted them in many different directions, and was engrossed by the way that the position of each light was dependant on the lights around it! Then I received a very unpainful kick to the back and a "don't fall asleep we need to start putting our shit together to drive home". I responded with "nope I wont fall asleep, I'm just gonna watch these pretty lights for a bit". My 2 female companions did more K at this point.
2:00ish:
I get a kick to the back and actually feel like moving a little bit, I chug down like 4 different glasses of fruit punch/water/whatever without giving a rats ass about germs/cooties/taste because I desperately want to leave k land and the annoying headache it brings me behind so I can sober up enough to walk 1/2 mile to the car.
2:45ish:
After about 3 different catnaps on different parts of the ground and even a couch, I had found my wallet and keys and pillows. (now even I am wondering why I wasn't smart enough to fall asleep on a pillow instead of a puddle of water (yeah right like I would have even been to feel the difference though hahaha))
2:50am:
We begin our walk out, we poke at the owner of the apartment until she opens her eyes, we say "BYEEEE!!!" and she blinks then passes back out on her living room floor. While the poking was going on I took a nap leaning against the front door.
2:55am:
I stumble down 2 flights of stairs and almost die numerous times (just kidding;-)), I was gripping the handrail for my life the whole time, I haven't swaggered like this since once when I had 14 shots of vodka.
3:00am:
I am now at the car, wow how did I get here?! We double check the driver to make sure he is in driving condition (who had nothing except 150mg of ketamine nasally 4.5 hours ago and 5mg dextroamphetamine nasally 15 minutes ago) we double checked him by watching his walking and his skill driving a lap around the parking lot. Then get in the back seat and .....
3:10am:
Woken up again, jack in the box drive thru, what do I want? cheese burger and sprite!
3:15am:
Woken up with a drink and burger handed to me. mmm goooood, and my brain thanks me for having some more sugar and food (mmm pot munchies too!) to bring it out of K world! Driver says something about "don't spill your drink on my seat dumbass"
4am:
woken up, hey! I'm home!! Stumble in, walk upstairs (barely remember).
1:30pm: wake up! hey that was the best nights sleep ever!!
Now, the reason I keep mentioning that I woke up was because I never even noticed or intended to fall asleep all those times. That is the danger of this combination, I fell asleep at least 10 times without even realizing I fell asleep. I even fell asleep from standing up position a couple times while in the house over carpet or a couch. I feel this is caused by Ks inclination to cause my legs to feel rubbery/useless and by xanax's tendency to make me fall asleep when lying down.
Advice for people new to any combo of these 3 drugs:
NEVER EVER drive on xanax/valium/klonopin or any other benzodapine!! Our driver abstained and was able to form coherent sentences/stand up/think, while the other 3 of us were not. In fact xanax can reduce your inhibitions so much it might be a good idea to donate your car keys to a sober person.
In past situations I have been forced out of rave parking lots by police and park rangers to drive home, first step if at all possible is to talk to them, tell them you are unable to drive safely right now and you need to take a nap in your car.
If you are FORCED to drive and fear dying, find some speed, snort or smoke a tiny amount, and drive the SHORTEST distance you legally can, then pull over and have sex in the mountains. If you don't have speed, pour a bucket of water on your head. If you cant have sex, dance instead! Then sleep for at least 4 hours, sleep deprivation impairs driving worse than any other drug I've attempted to drive on.
Moral of the story is: Trips to Mexico can definitely be fun!
haha, sorry for being so long winded, but I just thought I'd report on something less enlightening and more trashy in the spirit of winter break, but still lots of fun! I personally don't think I'll be doing this combo again because K gives me an annoying headache and week long nosebleeds but look forward to 2mg xanax + shmirnoff ice + pot next weekend!
Warning:
The following trip report is NOT at all spiritual or mystical, it isn't even very insightful, it is only what it is: an explanation how I got very fucked up last night, and there is no special significance to it whatsoever!! This is in case you ever wanted to know what being really fucked up is like without having to go to all the work of driving to Mexico, paying $60 for xanax and $20 for K and waiting in line for 2 hours to get back in the US! Not to mention all the wear and tear on the body and mind. I also hope to present some harm avoidance techniques I used over the course of the night.
Don't try this at home kids!!
Well, after a visit to Mexico, I had some goodies to try out!
1pm: smoked lots of pot
2pm: smoked some meth
10pm:
Me, my girlfriend and a male and female friend gathered at the female friends house and started preparing for our crazy fucked up night.
Me and the 2 females took 1mg xanax as the K was put on the stove to cook off the water.
10:30pm:
The K was done cooking and we had emptied our bladders and brought the bong and 2 lighters to our spot on the floor.
We dimmed the light right after the K had been scraped up with a razor blade, our yield was a full gram of K with a tiny bit of coke residue from the razor.
The females had 150mg nasally and I had 180mg nasally in the form of 2 nice lines at the exact same moment!
I had just enough time to stumble from the kitchen where the lines were done over to the floor before I began to feel the effects of the K... then I realized that the drinks which we had poured for ourselves were fruit punch and I didn't want sugar interfering with the intensity of the K hole, so I got back up and got water. I knew I had to hurry to get the water because I felt time was against me. I felt EXACTLY like the part of an operation where the anesthesiologist tells you to count backwards from 100, and they always laugh at you because no one ever makes it past 95. The only difference is I had a sense of urgency that I had to do something important (water for the damn drip) so I was literally running the 20 feet to the fridge to grab the water jug. The problem was I got distracted about 3 times in 2 word conversations with the other people in exactly the same state of mind. The feeling was a lot like how you would feel if you were given 15 minutes to take everything important out of your house before it falls off a cliff.
10:35pm:
Then as I saw our 2 glasses of fruit punch on the floor I realized that all 4 of us would very soon be knocking them over and staining the perdy white carpet so I grabbed them and in a hurry tried to set them on a table, but the table was about 3 feet too far away, so I just put them under the TV stand in super slow motion because I had 0 motor control by then and was sure I'd spill them all over. I then totally lost all ability to move right after I sat down. Our "sober" driver did his 150mg line right then and handed me his beautiful bong fully packed and I dug through my pocket and found a crack torch lighter. I took the hugest hit of my life and was unable to see what everyone else was doing due to tunnel vision, but the 3 other people in the room felt like 10 other people having a drunken party in the room. I heard someone knock over a glass and spill something... then the owner of the house took about a minute to notice that she was being talked to and she put her face all close to the carpet and stared at it, and said.. that better not be punch... then I stuck my face on the wet spot and smelled it and it didn't smell like punch, then I remembered that I had put the punch somewhere safer and I said "its all good only water".
10:45:
I sat back up, to the command of "damnit don't spill the bong smoke it or pass it" from the soberest of us 3, and by paternal instinct (the bong is my baby! haha) I managed to take 1 last hit and raised the bong to be taken away from me. I then slumped over for uhhhhh... 1 hour I guess?!
11:45ish:
I realize that I am in a K hole (which may mean that I had started to leave the K hole?) and decide to look for visuals. All I see is static and I apparently said "Aliens are fuzzy just like K-holes". The static didn't really look cool at all unlike most psychedelics I use, it was plain and boring like watching a TV with no reception from 100 feet away.
12ish?:
One of the females (with the highest K tolerance) was now able to walk again and had found perdy Christmas lights wrapped in plastic tubing and managed to plug them in for our enjoyment! I stared as she twisted them in many different directions, and was engrossed by the way that the position of each light was dependant on the lights around it! Then I received a very unpainful kick to the back and a "don't fall asleep we need to start putting our shit together to drive home". I responded with "nope I wont fall asleep, I'm just gonna watch these pretty lights for a bit". My 2 female companions did more K at this point.
2:00ish:
I get a kick to the back and actually feel like moving a little bit, I chug down like 4 different glasses of fruit punch/water/whatever without giving a rats ass about germs/cooties/taste because I desperately want to leave k land and the annoying headache it brings me behind so I can sober up enough to walk 1/2 mile to the car.
2:45ish:
After about 3 different catnaps on different parts of the ground and even a couch, I had found my wallet and keys and pillows. (now even I am wondering why I wasn't smart enough to fall asleep on a pillow instead of a puddle of water (yeah right like I would have even been to feel the difference though hahaha))
2:50am:
We begin our walk out, we poke at the owner of the apartment until she opens her eyes, we say "BYEEEE!!!" and she blinks then passes back out on her living room floor. While the poking was going on I took a nap leaning against the front door.
2:55am:
I stumble down 2 flights of stairs and almost die numerous times (just kidding;-)), I was gripping the handrail for my life the whole time, I haven't swaggered like this since once when I had 14 shots of vodka.
3:00am:
I am now at the car, wow how did I get here?! We double check the driver to make sure he is in driving condition (who had nothing except 150mg of ketamine nasally 4.5 hours ago and 5mg dextroamphetamine nasally 15 minutes ago) we double checked him by watching his walking and his skill driving a lap around the parking lot. Then get in the back seat and .....
3:10am:
Woken up again, jack in the box drive thru, what do I want? cheese burger and sprite!
3:15am:
Woken up with a drink and burger handed to me. mmm goooood, and my brain thanks me for having some more sugar and food (mmm pot munchies too!) to bring it out of K world! Driver says something about "don't spill your drink on my seat dumbass"
4am:
woken up, hey! I'm home!! Stumble in, walk upstairs (barely remember).
1:30pm: wake up! hey that was the best nights sleep ever!!
Now, the reason I keep mentioning that I woke up was because I never even noticed or intended to fall asleep all those times. That is the danger of this combination, I fell asleep at least 10 times without even realizing I fell asleep. I even fell asleep from standing up position a couple times while in the house over carpet or a couch. I feel this is caused by Ks inclination to cause my legs to feel rubbery/useless and by xanax's tendency to make me fall asleep when lying down.
Advice for people new to any combo of these 3 drugs:
NEVER EVER drive on xanax/valium/klonopin or any other benzodapine!! Our driver abstained and was able to form coherent sentences/stand up/think, while the other 3 of us were not. In fact xanax can reduce your inhibitions so much it might be a good idea to donate your car keys to a sober person.
In past situations I have been forced out of rave parking lots by police and park rangers to drive home, first step if at all possible is to talk to them, tell them you are unable to drive safely right now and you need to take a nap in your car.
If you are FORCED to drive and fear dying, find some speed, snort or smoke a tiny amount, and drive the SHORTEST distance you legally can, then pull over and have sex in the mountains. If you don't have speed, pour a bucket of water on your head. If you cant have sex, dance instead! Then sleep for at least 4 hours, sleep deprivation impairs driving worse than any other drug I've attempted to drive on.
Moral of the story is: Trips to Mexico can definitely be fun!
haha, sorry for being so long winded, but I just thought I'd report on something less enlightening and more trashy in the spirit of winter break, but still lots of fun! I personally don't think I'll be doing this combo again because K gives me an annoying headache and week long nosebleeds but look forward to 2mg xanax + shmirnoff ice + pot next weekend!
