batailleseyes
Bluelighter
Ketamine...NYC Skyline... experiencing the sublime
This ketamine experience took place on Halloween night, NYC, 1998.
I had been invited to a party at the loft of a painter whom I did not know, but who was a friend of a friend. I arrived early to the party, sober, and hoping to score some cocaine sometime during the evening. People began showing up, some in costume, others simply in the costume of high fashion... some were just victims of fashion: a decent mix of the mixed- matched... punks, models, yuppies, neo-hippies, club kids.. and these are the people without costumes.
All night I approached people looking to score some coke, but the only drug to be found was meth, and I did not feel like dancing with "Miss Tina" on that particular night. Rather despondent, I sat myself down in a back room where a few people were relaxing with drinks, a joint was passed-- little consolation for a coke fiend, but, of course I indulged, certain that I wasn't going to score-- pouting internally. People began to clear out of the room, so, suddenly, I was alone, in a crowded party, staring out of a huge picture window that was not more than 5 blocks from a rather tall apartment building. Many of the windows were lit up and I could make out, just barely, activity happening in various apartments. Suddenly a guy (the host?) entered the darkened back room where I was moping and held out a silver serving tray with a nice sized mound of white powder just begging to be hoovered up my nose. He asked, "would you care to indulge?" He didn't need to ask twice, because I was certain that God Loved me and sent this man, this guardian angel, to bestow upon me what I had been looking for all night. I took a hefty line up one nostril, and sensed that it tasted differently, but I was in no mood, or position, to question his generosity. He asked, "Will that do it for you?" I replied, "Well, quite honestly I wouldn't mind another line, but I hate to impose." What I was really thinking was "Give me more of that fucking coke and I will sweep the floors after the party!" So, another hefty line up the ol' shnozz: Total consumption, perhaps 150 to 200mgs-- an estimate).
I thanked him and he left the room. I do not remeber hearing the buzz inside the head that many people talk about as K begins to take effect. And yes, before you even think it... I took an unknown substance without even batting an eye (oh, the folly of youth). I became sedate rather quickly, literally sinking into the chair. The red halloween lights took on some incredible dimensions and radiance. I knew then, but did not seem to care, that what I had taken was not cocaine. I just went with it (I had never had K before and had only heard of it). The next thing I knew, the building that I had been staring at seemed to have moved to within a block of me. I could see inside the apartments with great detail. But, I seemed to only be able to see into one window at a time, which was centerally located on the building. A woman was setting a table for dinner, she looked serene, somewhat melancholy, and I imagined what her life was like... in fact I began to see her past unravel all around her... her youth, her teens, early adulthood... these changes were pronounced and accompanied by various people, from these epochs of her life, and I became utterly intrigued with these insights into her past. Just as I was getting into her life, in fact becoming rather emotional about the whole thing.... the floor just above hers dropped down... like a stone being driven into the darkness of the earth by another stone. This new window had another event taking place within it.... a party of sorts (or so I inferred). The same thing happened... I would fix on one person, see their life unfold, then another person, and their life unfold... becoming extremely invested, emotionally, in what i saw. Then the floor above would drop down and drive the scene I was witnessing into darkness. This seemed to happen for a very long time, over and over. It was beautiful and horrific all at once. Simply Sublime. When I came to, my friend was staring directly into my eyes and asked me if I was ok. I said I was. I tried to stand, but fell back promptly onto my ass. A few more attempts and I was up and ready to dance (yeah, right). I walked into the main room and was shocked to see that almost everyone was gone (there were roughly 150 at this party). I slowly made my way though the room (which was used as a dance floor) and began to move my feet to the bumping drum & base music playing. I was not, by any means, graceful. I gave up and moved to lean against a wall. The wall was cool and relaxing... so I decided to lick it. Yes, I licked the wall and continued to do so for a few minutes-- something about the coolness and texture made it seem like a worthwhile enterprise. I wouldn't, however, recommend doing so to anyone else... dirty, just filthy stuff. As I turned from the wall I saw a man watching me and laughing. It looked just like Chris Katan (formerly of SNL). So I asked if he was, indeed, CK. He just kept laughing, which didn't bother me in the least, except for the fact that I really did want to know. After that i began to come around. Senses began to return, more or less, to a stable framework. As I rode in a cab back to Brooklyn, back home, it was just beginning to become dawn. The Brooklyn Bridge was still all lit up and devestatingly beautiful. My head rested against the cool window of the cab as I mulled over what had taken place that night. I felt a terrific sadness, knowing that all those omniscient and benevolent feelings I had had earlier were slowly being erased. It was a beautiful experience. Total time: 4 hours (estimate).
That's it, thanks for reading.
This ketamine experience took place on Halloween night, NYC, 1998.
I had been invited to a party at the loft of a painter whom I did not know, but who was a friend of a friend. I arrived early to the party, sober, and hoping to score some cocaine sometime during the evening. People began showing up, some in costume, others simply in the costume of high fashion... some were just victims of fashion: a decent mix of the mixed- matched... punks, models, yuppies, neo-hippies, club kids.. and these are the people without costumes.
All night I approached people looking to score some coke, but the only drug to be found was meth, and I did not feel like dancing with "Miss Tina" on that particular night. Rather despondent, I sat myself down in a back room where a few people were relaxing with drinks, a joint was passed-- little consolation for a coke fiend, but, of course I indulged, certain that I wasn't going to score-- pouting internally. People began to clear out of the room, so, suddenly, I was alone, in a crowded party, staring out of a huge picture window that was not more than 5 blocks from a rather tall apartment building. Many of the windows were lit up and I could make out, just barely, activity happening in various apartments. Suddenly a guy (the host?) entered the darkened back room where I was moping and held out a silver serving tray with a nice sized mound of white powder just begging to be hoovered up my nose. He asked, "would you care to indulge?" He didn't need to ask twice, because I was certain that God Loved me and sent this man, this guardian angel, to bestow upon me what I had been looking for all night. I took a hefty line up one nostril, and sensed that it tasted differently, but I was in no mood, or position, to question his generosity. He asked, "Will that do it for you?" I replied, "Well, quite honestly I wouldn't mind another line, but I hate to impose." What I was really thinking was "Give me more of that fucking coke and I will sweep the floors after the party!" So, another hefty line up the ol' shnozz: Total consumption, perhaps 150 to 200mgs-- an estimate).
I thanked him and he left the room. I do not remeber hearing the buzz inside the head that many people talk about as K begins to take effect. And yes, before you even think it... I took an unknown substance without even batting an eye (oh, the folly of youth). I became sedate rather quickly, literally sinking into the chair. The red halloween lights took on some incredible dimensions and radiance. I knew then, but did not seem to care, that what I had taken was not cocaine. I just went with it (I had never had K before and had only heard of it). The next thing I knew, the building that I had been staring at seemed to have moved to within a block of me. I could see inside the apartments with great detail. But, I seemed to only be able to see into one window at a time, which was centerally located on the building. A woman was setting a table for dinner, she looked serene, somewhat melancholy, and I imagined what her life was like... in fact I began to see her past unravel all around her... her youth, her teens, early adulthood... these changes were pronounced and accompanied by various people, from these epochs of her life, and I became utterly intrigued with these insights into her past. Just as I was getting into her life, in fact becoming rather emotional about the whole thing.... the floor just above hers dropped down... like a stone being driven into the darkness of the earth by another stone. This new window had another event taking place within it.... a party of sorts (or so I inferred). The same thing happened... I would fix on one person, see their life unfold, then another person, and their life unfold... becoming extremely invested, emotionally, in what i saw. Then the floor above would drop down and drive the scene I was witnessing into darkness. This seemed to happen for a very long time, over and over. It was beautiful and horrific all at once. Simply Sublime. When I came to, my friend was staring directly into my eyes and asked me if I was ok. I said I was. I tried to stand, but fell back promptly onto my ass. A few more attempts and I was up and ready to dance (yeah, right). I walked into the main room and was shocked to see that almost everyone was gone (there were roughly 150 at this party). I slowly made my way though the room (which was used as a dance floor) and began to move my feet to the bumping drum & base music playing. I was not, by any means, graceful. I gave up and moved to lean against a wall. The wall was cool and relaxing... so I decided to lick it. Yes, I licked the wall and continued to do so for a few minutes-- something about the coolness and texture made it seem like a worthwhile enterprise. I wouldn't, however, recommend doing so to anyone else... dirty, just filthy stuff. As I turned from the wall I saw a man watching me and laughing. It looked just like Chris Katan (formerly of SNL). So I asked if he was, indeed, CK. He just kept laughing, which didn't bother me in the least, except for the fact that I really did want to know. After that i began to come around. Senses began to return, more or less, to a stable framework. As I rode in a cab back to Brooklyn, back home, it was just beginning to become dawn. The Brooklyn Bridge was still all lit up and devestatingly beautiful. My head rested against the cool window of the cab as I mulled over what had taken place that night. I felt a terrific sadness, knowing that all those omniscient and benevolent feelings I had had earlier were slowly being erased. It was a beautiful experience. Total time: 4 hours (estimate).
That's it, thanks for reading.
Sounds like a great experience and it's pretty cool that you were able to score Ketamine around N.Y. because it's extremely hard to find there.
