sn0wburt0n
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So, last night i attended a party in Phoenix. To give a little background of myself, ive just moved to arizona with my parents after getting in trouble with drugs out in los angeles. the legal q&a forum you may find more about my story if you wish. so basically i have been sober for a while-- since i got arrested. im very experienced with E and somewhat experienced with K. Alot of the people were rolling last night but i was lucky enough to find someone with some K.
Now, in la, where i had experienced k, the k is usually sold by what brand it is. in pheonix, when i asked what kind it is, they said "red tag".. i'm unfamiliar with this term, but the kid i bought from assured me it was good. i asked to see the bag, and jesus christ, ive never seen a k bag so fat. so of course , im quick to buy one to add some spice to this rather boring hardcore party.
right when i get it, i quickly hit 3 good size bumps, waited a few minutes and sniffed another 2 or so fat lines. i dont know what got into me.. but k and acid are the drugs that i really miss as opposed to E and weed. so i sniff these bumps then put the bag in my pocket, get up to walk around and start feeling that floaty feeling that k provides. after about 5 minutes when it started to come on strong, i was thinking maybe i did too much. So i wanted to go back and sit down as my sense of ego slowly , yet surely diminished.
So this party was at a very large warehouse. and i went to the very back corner all alone and just sat. at this point my brain started getting a little paranoid.. i slipped out of myself and had thoughts about how i was just an insignificant form of life. at certain points, and im not sure how long after i hit the k, i actually thought i was going to stay retarded forever and that i even might die if i laid down. i even thought for a little that the kid i bought the k from was an undercover who had been following me and tried to sell me a substance as k that would make me stay like this forever. this is kind of common with large amounts of k with myself, though never to such an extent. i was thinking wierd thoughts about my family and life as the hardcore music in the background became a cluster fuck, mumble jumble of fuzz noise. im sure most k enthusiasts can relate to this.
At probably 45 minutes<?> after consumption i decided to go up by the tables, where the party was. the hardcore was too much so i decided to retrieve back to my hole. on the way back i was walking into darkness and wasn't sure if i was walking by people, thinking i was going to step on people. at one point i spit on the ground and i was not sure if i spit on someone.. so i retrieved back to the corner and just let my wierd thoughts take hold again. i thought i was in the hole for like 7 hours, but that's how k handles itself on my brain.
to me k is the drug i love to hate. when im on it sometimes it freaks the fuck out of me, but thats what i love about it. its wierd.
so after what seems like an eternity i went over to try to spark some conversation with some folk, since i came to this party alone. there were some stairs and i asked a girl what was up there.. she said she didnt know and i did this wierd thing i always do when k'ed out. i say like a word for like 30 seconds. i was like "sounds scaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaary". and she's like what so i repeated "scaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaary". she seemed to be freaked the fuck out my rather wierd behavior, so i left her alone. a promoter then passed me a flyer so i tried to start convo again. i asked him whats up the stairs, since i was intrigued and he said "i donno but i dont think w'ere supposed to go up there". so i talk to him about god knows what, then we find out we have the same name. so he's probly kinda wierded out and says nice meeting you , then he leaves. so i decided to go check out whats up the stairs, and the whole thing is really dark in this warehouse. i walk up there and see a bunch of e tards just chillin. i see a sign that says "maximum occupany : 75". now my confused k'ed out brain thinks that this is maximum weight in pounds, so i was like fuck this, i'd better get down on the ground before this second story breaks..i take a seat on the stairs and some kid comes up and asks me something about if he can go up there to see his friends or if i could go up there and get his friends for him. im not sure what he wanted, but i guess he thought i was like security guarding the stairs..bad communication that k so readily provides for me.
so probly about 1 1/2 hours after ingestion the k is finally starting to wear off. im thankful that im not stuck retarded forever and once i feel im good enough to drive. i leave.
i only did about half the k sack so i still have more to take while watching a disturbing movie. watching movies on k is my favorite thing about the drug because it feels like your actually in the movie.
all in all it was an intense trip, and probably the most fucked up on k i'd ever been.
hope you enjoyed my read.
edited: to expand on my experience
Now, in la, where i had experienced k, the k is usually sold by what brand it is. in pheonix, when i asked what kind it is, they said "red tag".. i'm unfamiliar with this term, but the kid i bought from assured me it was good. i asked to see the bag, and jesus christ, ive never seen a k bag so fat. so of course , im quick to buy one to add some spice to this rather boring hardcore party.
right when i get it, i quickly hit 3 good size bumps, waited a few minutes and sniffed another 2 or so fat lines. i dont know what got into me.. but k and acid are the drugs that i really miss as opposed to E and weed. so i sniff these bumps then put the bag in my pocket, get up to walk around and start feeling that floaty feeling that k provides. after about 5 minutes when it started to come on strong, i was thinking maybe i did too much. So i wanted to go back and sit down as my sense of ego slowly , yet surely diminished.
So this party was at a very large warehouse. and i went to the very back corner all alone and just sat. at this point my brain started getting a little paranoid.. i slipped out of myself and had thoughts about how i was just an insignificant form of life. at certain points, and im not sure how long after i hit the k, i actually thought i was going to stay retarded forever and that i even might die if i laid down. i even thought for a little that the kid i bought the k from was an undercover who had been following me and tried to sell me a substance as k that would make me stay like this forever. this is kind of common with large amounts of k with myself, though never to such an extent. i was thinking wierd thoughts about my family and life as the hardcore music in the background became a cluster fuck, mumble jumble of fuzz noise. im sure most k enthusiasts can relate to this.
At probably 45 minutes<?> after consumption i decided to go up by the tables, where the party was. the hardcore was too much so i decided to retrieve back to my hole. on the way back i was walking into darkness and wasn't sure if i was walking by people, thinking i was going to step on people. at one point i spit on the ground and i was not sure if i spit on someone.. so i retrieved back to the corner and just let my wierd thoughts take hold again. i thought i was in the hole for like 7 hours, but that's how k handles itself on my brain.
to me k is the drug i love to hate. when im on it sometimes it freaks the fuck out of me, but thats what i love about it. its wierd.
so after what seems like an eternity i went over to try to spark some conversation with some folk, since i came to this party alone. there were some stairs and i asked a girl what was up there.. she said she didnt know and i did this wierd thing i always do when k'ed out. i say like a word for like 30 seconds. i was like "sounds scaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaary". and she's like what so i repeated "scaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaary". she seemed to be freaked the fuck out my rather wierd behavior, so i left her alone. a promoter then passed me a flyer so i tried to start convo again. i asked him whats up the stairs, since i was intrigued and he said "i donno but i dont think w'ere supposed to go up there". so i talk to him about god knows what, then we find out we have the same name. so he's probly kinda wierded out and says nice meeting you , then he leaves. so i decided to go check out whats up the stairs, and the whole thing is really dark in this warehouse. i walk up there and see a bunch of e tards just chillin. i see a sign that says "maximum occupany : 75". now my confused k'ed out brain thinks that this is maximum weight in pounds, so i was like fuck this, i'd better get down on the ground before this second story breaks..i take a seat on the stairs and some kid comes up and asks me something about if he can go up there to see his friends or if i could go up there and get his friends for him. im not sure what he wanted, but i guess he thought i was like security guarding the stairs..bad communication that k so readily provides for me.
so probly about 1 1/2 hours after ingestion the k is finally starting to wear off. im thankful that im not stuck retarded forever and once i feel im good enough to drive. i leave.
i only did about half the k sack so i still have more to take while watching a disturbing movie. watching movies on k is my favorite thing about the drug because it feels like your actually in the movie.
all in all it was an intense trip, and probably the most fucked up on k i'd ever been.
hope you enjoyed my read.
edited: to expand on my experience
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tabs, have you ever tripped on anything else psychedelic? I'd probably start out with something with less potential to completely shatter your conception of reality forever, until you're sure you're ready for it to be shattered.
