This trip report is an account of the past four days of my life, to the best of my recollection.
The report is meant to be entertaining but also informative as it shows the many dangers of combining
drugs and alcohol in mass quantities.
Background: My friend's (we'll call him Ed) parents were leaving for 10 days to go to Florida.
They were leaving on Wednesday, June 16, so we decided we would get a bunch of friends to come down and drink,
while myself, Ed and a few others would roll.
June 16- 9:30pm: I arrive at the party and there are only a few people there before me.
Luckily, one of those people happened to be my supplier. I decided tonight would be the perfect night
to try out my long awaited hippyflip. So, I purchased 1 Daisy pill off of him along with 2g of psilocybin mushrooms.
The Daisy pills, according to Dancesafe.org, contained 89.9% MDA and 9.1% MDMA, so I knew I was in for an intense experience, as I had eaten MDA pills before. I dropped one pill and proceed to make some mushroom tea. After downing the tea, I decided to pop another pill. By 10pm I had eaten 2g of mushrooms and 2 MDA pills.
It's hard to recount many of the details from this particular night as it was the first of four but,
I will try to throw out a few random details I remember from the night. It was probably around 11pm when my peak hit.
While we were sitting out on the deck, Ed got my attention and he told me to look up at the
tree next to the deck. When I gazed up I saw a mystical looking griffon creature, hovering
over us like an ominous spirit. Strangely I felt as if we were protected from the creature
by some invisible force. Everything and everyone I looked at looked absolutely beautiful.
Contstant face shifting and morphing, and every light just looked like it was exploding
with color and radiance. I found myself, at this point, to have been in the most insightful,
blissful state of my entire life. I felt so in touch with myself as well as everyone else,
the combination of MDA and mushrooms worked out exactly as I expected; both entirely
introspective and extrospective at the same time.
*At some point during this night I ended up railing another MDA pill which totaled up 3 for
the night.
I had taken about 30 whippits down to the party because even my "non-drug using" friends
love them. Unfortunately my cracker ended up busted at some point during the party. However,
in the midst of my drug-induced craziness and my friend Q's drunken craziness, we decided
to have at the whippits again. Since we couldn't screw the lid on the whole to crack
the canister, we decided it would be "wise" to hit the end of the canister with something
heavy. The problem, we didn't think to put the lid on first, so Q slams the open end of a
canister with a 10lb. weight and sends the canister blasting out of the end missing Q's
face by about 8 inches. Needless to say, the incident had a profound impact on me
instantly. Basically, it scared the living hell out of me and my heart raced for like 20min.
Sometime late into the morning (3 or 4am), I popped a valium and passed out downstairs for
like 3 or 4 hours.
I awoke the next morning around 10am feeling slammed. My entire body hurt, my vision was
still noticably disturbed (distortions and tracers/double vision) and mentally I felt
like a zombie. Around 11am, a friend stopped down to wake myself and Ed. Seeing her
instilled a little sense of reality into me as I had not seen her at the party the
previous night. It was as if I lived in some sort of fantasy world still where nothing
mattered, whereas she had come from the world of reality to show us that it still existed.
The slight grip on reality I achieved with her presence would be shattered within a matter
of hours, however.
At 5pm of day 2, I consumed my first MDA pill. We then took a journey up to the nearest
shopping center and picked up a couple 30 packs and 2 bottles of liquor. By the time
we picked it up and got back to the house, I didn't really feel like I was rolling that
hard anymore so I decided to start drinking. I immediately downed about 10 shots in 10 min
had a heavy drunked/rolling type buzz. At this point the 3 of us move into the bedroom
and we are just sitting around jamming to some rap music. Ed reaches into the drawer and
pulls out a pill bottle. He flips it to me and I spin the bottle frantically searching
for the name of this mysterious gift. My eyes landed on the word, "alprazolam" and I knew
we had something good. We had xanax. I took .5mg sublingually. And thus the insanity
begun...
The 2nd night is actually the haziest for me to recall, and a majority of the night is
impossible to recall. I write the next few paragraphs based on what I slightly remember,
but it's mostly second-hand from the people who witnessed it. I passed out a short time
after the xanax hit me. I ended up sleeping on the floor with no pillow or blanket for about
3 hours. I woke up to my friend A kicking me and saying some stuff. Personally, I was still
half comatose and had no idea what was going on. I slowly regained my wits enough to go
downstairs and get ready to party. At the beginning of the I had vowed not to eat any
more E pills and told my friends to smack me if I even asked. At this point it's about 8pm
and I've already eaten one.
I remember walking the party for a long period of time with a 12 gauge shotgun strapped to
my back, and sadly I remember pointing it jokingly at several of my friends. I do not
condone this type of behavior and looking back am completely embarrassed that I would
something so unintelligent, regardless of the influence of any drugs. Overall, it wasn't
a big spectacle and most people found it rather entertainging (mostly the ones I wasn't
pointing the gun at).
Waking up on day 3 is where I learned the most about night 2. Ed explained to me, at one
point in the night I was attempting to give his dog some of my beer, and since I didn't
have anywhere to pour it, I just poured it on his lap. I was also told that I tackled him
and slammed him into the ground, leaving a fairly nice-sized bruise on his head. Neither
of these items was the most shocking revelation of the day, however. It was the
explained that I owed Ed $75. When I asked him why, he looked at me and said, "for the 4
E pills you took yesterday." I looked at him, and my jaw dropped. I told him I remembered
taking 1 in the afternoon but there was no way I took anymore over the course of the night.
He assured me that I did indeed consume 3 more pills over the course of the night, and if
I think back hard enough I can remember one of the times that I scored a pill. I grabbed it,
went leaping and bounding into the kitchen with the biggest smile on my ever, and proceeded
to crush the hell out of the pill. But that was all I remember as far as E went that night.
I was also informed that I drank half a bottle of Kamikazi, nearly 3/4 of a bottle of vodka
and several cups of beer.
It was now the 3rd day that I had been at Ed's house. I hadn't been in contact with my
parents or anyone else that hadn't been down to that house, but I didn't care. My touch
on reality was absolutely obliterated at this point. I didn't even remember that the
"real world" existed.
On the 3rd day C came over again around 11am and once again I awoke from the same couch as
previous morning, still feeling severly messed up from the night before. Day 3 consisted of
some early morning beer pong, followed by a xanax and a nap. At this point I had realized I
consumed 7 pills over the past 2 days. Everyone expressed the same concern I felt over
this situation. I told Ed and C not to let me do anymore E pills that night....i'm sure they tried, but sometimes you just can't stop me. Once again I devour 3 (or 3.5)more pills. Once again I have another amazing night. We sat around outside for the majority of the night talking, playing with glowsticks, and just generally enjoying life. Walking through Ed's yard I felt completely at one with everyone and everything, especially myself. I had found such inner peace that I could have died on that spot and died the happiest man alive.
Saturday June 19- Day 4: Day 4 began much the same as all the others. Laying on a couch in unbearable body pain and stiffness, being awoken by C as she walked through the door at 11am. I had probably gotten about 6 hours of sleep, which compared to the other 2 nights, was some kind of blessing. Ed, C and I sat around and discussed options for alcohol for the evening. It was decided that I would take my nearly broken down car back to town, pick up alcohol, and have someone bring me down. Since my car died just as I pulled in my driveway, I said screw the alcohol, I needed to catch up on some sleep. I layed down for a nap and ended up sleeping from 2-7pm. Another small blessing, as I would once again have another rather rough night. I called up some friends and gathered the good news that there was a keg party going down at a local spot. I got my party mode on and went ready to get completely hammered. We arrived at the party and find that the keg has just been tapped and needs about another half hour to settle out. A friend of mine comes up to me and tells me about how he's rolling and how much he loves these pills. He then tells me he has an extra one that he probably wouldn't eat. I told him I would trade him a gram of kind bud for it (which was a great deal for me). I dropped my pill and chilled out. A short time later, the kid that dropped with me decides we should each get one more. I can't argue with him so we call up our supplier. He tells we can come get two so we start making our way over. We get there after about 20 minutes only to find that he's asleep and there is no way of rousing him. I even hung in his open window yelling his name, to no response. So, we drove back to the party, slightly dissappointed that we didn't get more pills, but in retrospect it didn't bother me that much, and I'm glad I didn't spend that additional $20.
Back at the party, things were getting a little of hand. It was as if everyone had switched their flip from "buzzed" to "slaughtered" while we were gone. I walked in to one guy almost punching another for spitting on him, had several beers spilled on me and watched a kid have a beer bottle broken over his head for fun. I wandered around the party aimlessly with a big goofy smile and my dilated, alien pupils. I worked on finding everyone I knew and telling them how much I liked them and giving them hugs. Once I felt my roll start to wind down, I decided it would be a good idea to get hammered so I could get some sleep that night. I spent the rest of the night drinking heavily, shooting dice and playing beer pong.
I wrote this report on day 5 of my drug-induced expedition because this is the first day I've felt sober and I knew after a few more days I wouldn't be able to recollect much from the journey. I can say that I came out of the whole thing in much better shape than I would have imagined. I thought that eating at least 3 E pills/day for 3 days would be enough to incapacitate me by the fourth day. I will admit that I don't feel too sharp. The only thing that I still find easy is conversation. Anything involving motor skills is still fairly tricky to tangle with. I still have prevelant visual distortion, especially when I close my eyes, or just after I've smoked weed. Quite possible the worst side effect to the whole experience, is the constant muscle and skeletal pain that I am in all the time.
Overall, this is not the kind of experience that I would reccomend to just anyone. There were several hours at a time over the 4 days where I didn't even know what I was doing. Luckily, I was constantly surrounded by good friends who looked out for me and made sure I didn't do anything TOO ridiculous. I severely advise against mixing uppers (MDA or MDMA) with too many downers (benzos and alcohol) over and over again. This combination took a serious toll on my body and mind. In retrospect, however, I felt that these past four days were some of the most fun I've had in months and by far some of the greatest drug induced experiences of my life.
The report is meant to be entertaining but also informative as it shows the many dangers of combining
drugs and alcohol in mass quantities.
Background: My friend's (we'll call him Ed) parents were leaving for 10 days to go to Florida.
They were leaving on Wednesday, June 16, so we decided we would get a bunch of friends to come down and drink,
while myself, Ed and a few others would roll.
June 16- 9:30pm: I arrive at the party and there are only a few people there before me.
Luckily, one of those people happened to be my supplier. I decided tonight would be the perfect night
to try out my long awaited hippyflip. So, I purchased 1 Daisy pill off of him along with 2g of psilocybin mushrooms.
The Daisy pills, according to Dancesafe.org, contained 89.9% MDA and 9.1% MDMA, so I knew I was in for an intense experience, as I had eaten MDA pills before. I dropped one pill and proceed to make some mushroom tea. After downing the tea, I decided to pop another pill. By 10pm I had eaten 2g of mushrooms and 2 MDA pills.
It's hard to recount many of the details from this particular night as it was the first of four but,
I will try to throw out a few random details I remember from the night. It was probably around 11pm when my peak hit.
While we were sitting out on the deck, Ed got my attention and he told me to look up at the
tree next to the deck. When I gazed up I saw a mystical looking griffon creature, hovering
over us like an ominous spirit. Strangely I felt as if we were protected from the creature
by some invisible force. Everything and everyone I looked at looked absolutely beautiful.
Contstant face shifting and morphing, and every light just looked like it was exploding
with color and radiance. I found myself, at this point, to have been in the most insightful,
blissful state of my entire life. I felt so in touch with myself as well as everyone else,
the combination of MDA and mushrooms worked out exactly as I expected; both entirely
introspective and extrospective at the same time.
*At some point during this night I ended up railing another MDA pill which totaled up 3 for
the night.
I had taken about 30 whippits down to the party because even my "non-drug using" friends
love them. Unfortunately my cracker ended up busted at some point during the party. However,
in the midst of my drug-induced craziness and my friend Q's drunken craziness, we decided
to have at the whippits again. Since we couldn't screw the lid on the whole to crack
the canister, we decided it would be "wise" to hit the end of the canister with something
heavy. The problem, we didn't think to put the lid on first, so Q slams the open end of a
canister with a 10lb. weight and sends the canister blasting out of the end missing Q's
face by about 8 inches. Needless to say, the incident had a profound impact on me
instantly. Basically, it scared the living hell out of me and my heart raced for like 20min.
Sometime late into the morning (3 or 4am), I popped a valium and passed out downstairs for
like 3 or 4 hours.
I awoke the next morning around 10am feeling slammed. My entire body hurt, my vision was
still noticably disturbed (distortions and tracers/double vision) and mentally I felt
like a zombie. Around 11am, a friend stopped down to wake myself and Ed. Seeing her
instilled a little sense of reality into me as I had not seen her at the party the
previous night. It was as if I lived in some sort of fantasy world still where nothing
mattered, whereas she had come from the world of reality to show us that it still existed.
The slight grip on reality I achieved with her presence would be shattered within a matter
of hours, however.
At 5pm of day 2, I consumed my first MDA pill. We then took a journey up to the nearest
shopping center and picked up a couple 30 packs and 2 bottles of liquor. By the time
we picked it up and got back to the house, I didn't really feel like I was rolling that
hard anymore so I decided to start drinking. I immediately downed about 10 shots in 10 min
had a heavy drunked/rolling type buzz. At this point the 3 of us move into the bedroom
and we are just sitting around jamming to some rap music. Ed reaches into the drawer and
pulls out a pill bottle. He flips it to me and I spin the bottle frantically searching
for the name of this mysterious gift. My eyes landed on the word, "alprazolam" and I knew
we had something good. We had xanax. I took .5mg sublingually. And thus the insanity
begun...
The 2nd night is actually the haziest for me to recall, and a majority of the night is
impossible to recall. I write the next few paragraphs based on what I slightly remember,
but it's mostly second-hand from the people who witnessed it. I passed out a short time
after the xanax hit me. I ended up sleeping on the floor with no pillow or blanket for about
3 hours. I woke up to my friend A kicking me and saying some stuff. Personally, I was still
half comatose and had no idea what was going on. I slowly regained my wits enough to go
downstairs and get ready to party. At the beginning of the I had vowed not to eat any
more E pills and told my friends to smack me if I even asked. At this point it's about 8pm
and I've already eaten one.
I remember walking the party for a long period of time with a 12 gauge shotgun strapped to
my back, and sadly I remember pointing it jokingly at several of my friends. I do not
condone this type of behavior and looking back am completely embarrassed that I would
something so unintelligent, regardless of the influence of any drugs. Overall, it wasn't
a big spectacle and most people found it rather entertainging (mostly the ones I wasn't
pointing the gun at).
Waking up on day 3 is where I learned the most about night 2. Ed explained to me, at one
point in the night I was attempting to give his dog some of my beer, and since I didn't
have anywhere to pour it, I just poured it on his lap. I was also told that I tackled him
and slammed him into the ground, leaving a fairly nice-sized bruise on his head. Neither
of these items was the most shocking revelation of the day, however. It was the
explained that I owed Ed $75. When I asked him why, he looked at me and said, "for the 4
E pills you took yesterday." I looked at him, and my jaw dropped. I told him I remembered
taking 1 in the afternoon but there was no way I took anymore over the course of the night.
He assured me that I did indeed consume 3 more pills over the course of the night, and if
I think back hard enough I can remember one of the times that I scored a pill. I grabbed it,
went leaping and bounding into the kitchen with the biggest smile on my ever, and proceeded
to crush the hell out of the pill. But that was all I remember as far as E went that night.
I was also informed that I drank half a bottle of Kamikazi, nearly 3/4 of a bottle of vodka
and several cups of beer.
It was now the 3rd day that I had been at Ed's house. I hadn't been in contact with my
parents or anyone else that hadn't been down to that house, but I didn't care. My touch
on reality was absolutely obliterated at this point. I didn't even remember that the
"real world" existed.
On the 3rd day C came over again around 11am and once again I awoke from the same couch as
previous morning, still feeling severly messed up from the night before. Day 3 consisted of
some early morning beer pong, followed by a xanax and a nap. At this point I had realized I
consumed 7 pills over the past 2 days. Everyone expressed the same concern I felt over
this situation. I told Ed and C not to let me do anymore E pills that night....i'm sure they tried, but sometimes you just can't stop me. Once again I devour 3 (or 3.5)more pills. Once again I have another amazing night. We sat around outside for the majority of the night talking, playing with glowsticks, and just generally enjoying life. Walking through Ed's yard I felt completely at one with everyone and everything, especially myself. I had found such inner peace that I could have died on that spot and died the happiest man alive.
Saturday June 19- Day 4: Day 4 began much the same as all the others. Laying on a couch in unbearable body pain and stiffness, being awoken by C as she walked through the door at 11am. I had probably gotten about 6 hours of sleep, which compared to the other 2 nights, was some kind of blessing. Ed, C and I sat around and discussed options for alcohol for the evening. It was decided that I would take my nearly broken down car back to town, pick up alcohol, and have someone bring me down. Since my car died just as I pulled in my driveway, I said screw the alcohol, I needed to catch up on some sleep. I layed down for a nap and ended up sleeping from 2-7pm. Another small blessing, as I would once again have another rather rough night. I called up some friends and gathered the good news that there was a keg party going down at a local spot. I got my party mode on and went ready to get completely hammered. We arrived at the party and find that the keg has just been tapped and needs about another half hour to settle out. A friend of mine comes up to me and tells me about how he's rolling and how much he loves these pills. He then tells me he has an extra one that he probably wouldn't eat. I told him I would trade him a gram of kind bud for it (which was a great deal for me). I dropped my pill and chilled out. A short time later, the kid that dropped with me decides we should each get one more. I can't argue with him so we call up our supplier. He tells we can come get two so we start making our way over. We get there after about 20 minutes only to find that he's asleep and there is no way of rousing him. I even hung in his open window yelling his name, to no response. So, we drove back to the party, slightly dissappointed that we didn't get more pills, but in retrospect it didn't bother me that much, and I'm glad I didn't spend that additional $20.
Back at the party, things were getting a little of hand. It was as if everyone had switched their flip from "buzzed" to "slaughtered" while we were gone. I walked in to one guy almost punching another for spitting on him, had several beers spilled on me and watched a kid have a beer bottle broken over his head for fun. I wandered around the party aimlessly with a big goofy smile and my dilated, alien pupils. I worked on finding everyone I knew and telling them how much I liked them and giving them hugs. Once I felt my roll start to wind down, I decided it would be a good idea to get hammered so I could get some sleep that night. I spent the rest of the night drinking heavily, shooting dice and playing beer pong.
I wrote this report on day 5 of my drug-induced expedition because this is the first day I've felt sober and I knew after a few more days I wouldn't be able to recollect much from the journey. I can say that I came out of the whole thing in much better shape than I would have imagined. I thought that eating at least 3 E pills/day for 3 days would be enough to incapacitate me by the fourth day. I will admit that I don't feel too sharp. The only thing that I still find easy is conversation. Anything involving motor skills is still fairly tricky to tangle with. I still have prevelant visual distortion, especially when I close my eyes, or just after I've smoked weed. Quite possible the worst side effect to the whole experience, is the constant muscle and skeletal pain that I am in all the time.
Overall, this is not the kind of experience that I would reccomend to just anyone. There were several hours at a time over the 4 days where I didn't even know what I was doing. Luckily, I was constantly surrounded by good friends who looked out for me and made sure I didn't do anything TOO ridiculous. I severely advise against mixing uppers (MDA or MDMA) with too many downers (benzos and alcohol) over and over again. This combination took a serious toll on my body and mind. In retrospect, however, I felt that these past four days were some of the most fun I've had in months and by far some of the greatest drug induced experiences of my life.
