This is my first post, so please bare with me.
Here my MDAI trip report.
First, a little history, I’m experienced in the art of, weed, hash, opium (a wonderful time lady’s and gentlemen, in a NYC den over a whole weekend with friends) coke (I know I know, but it’s fun to rush rush to yayo sometimes) salvia devierum (‘what 5 minutes, man I was gone for days!’) morphine (during a long hospital stay, IV with the little pump thingy, I pumped that thing till my thumb was going to fall off, the drug, dangerously awesome) meth (nasty) mushrooms and LSD (‘wha’ there are dimensions upon dimensions and perceptions upon perceptions’ cool stuff, left it behind like a dirty hippie who begs for world peace and picks your pocket at the same time.) MDMA (‘Man I want to feel like this every waking hour for the rest of my life, give me more, What?! Dopawhatamine reuptake neurotoxicity, serotonin deregulation? Damn man!) Methylone (good but I had to leave that meth the f**k alone- TILL!! stay tuned for a return of the sneaky cat further down in this report –stupid smiley face icon here-).
Second, set and setting:
Age: 39
Sex: Male
Pounds: 205 pounds of pure muscle (think Adonis on a diet rich in drugs beer booze and lazy sundays)
Married with a beautiful new born (no drug could compete with it)
Location BK, NY is were we live and we’re thorough, cause Brooklyn’s the borough – ah early hip hop, no bling.
Setting:
Cool fall night, home alone – I miss them — coral aquarium lights are on (a beauty) yankees on the stupid box (flat box?) listening to late 70’s hip hop (ie nostalgia), wife beater on? check, boxers? check, mushface (our feline house mate) alive? check, sam adams new dunkenweizen fall brew uncapped in hand, check. Balcony with a view of NYC cityscape at hand, check (looks like emerald city on a clear fall night) 10pm. It’s a work night.
Set:
Nervous tired worried: though that comes with being 40 with ass loads of responsibility, my last tens years drug experiences has had this mindset near to me, but once the time for relaxation, or fun is at hand I can focus my mindset away from those worries to enjoy the time out.
Ingestion:
Tan MDAI 180mg in OJ shaken. Empty stomach, vitamins at hand.
Onset, 20 minutes, fingers and toes tingle, a chill in 30, a warmth in 1 hour, a fizzle, it’s mild, I yawn, and yawn some more, no real insight, tactile ok, cool shower felt nice. Then, though the yankees were winning they were pissing me off, joe buck is pissing me off (he’s announcer) the music is pissing me off, and I’m getting really sleepy, I walk out and get some air and the stillness is pleasant but I’m getting really sleepy about 2 hours in, there’s no real introspection with this substance and think well that was a dud go to sleep. I could have have a great 30 year old scotch and cigar and felt better and happier.
The bedroom is cool, the bed warm and I figure it’ll take me a second to sleep. NO. instead I’m semi-relaxed sleepy and pissed off all at the same time and I can’t fall asleep. I ask myself why is it so substance so one dimensional edgy at times. I always thought the fun was the serotonin and that dopamine was the evil brother, not so, turns out dopamine conducts the symphony. Without it MDAI is a million dollar violin sitting there begging to be played by a master. Tossing turning, not high but high, man now do I wish I had that stuff I left alone, nope I finished that Mcat, M1, Methylone whatever it’s called now. BUT WAIT folks, in a spark on memory (thank you serotonin for helping my memory) I remember the first time I had that methylone I cut it up on a issue of Time Magazine, and afterward I hid the magazine away from wife and child, so as not to get dosed, thinking it would come in handy one day, well I jumped out of bed found it, and started licking Obama’s face like a 5 dollar hooker with a crack addiction, chasing down with warm beer, all I need was lip stick and fish nets and to fall down in the gutter to cement the whole image.
I laugh.
Not 5 minutes later, f**k yeah, that’s it, conductor conduct. The Beast in me is soothed. I greatly enjoy the next hour. Pass out like a baby, wake up in a great mood.
But, ‘Man I want to feel like this every waking hour for the rest of my life, give me more, What?! Dopawhatamine reuptake neurotoxicity, serotonin deregulation? Damn man!’
MDAI is a let down, I know a lot of talk here is about not trying to use MDMA as a gauge to judge many other MDxx’s out there, but the very reason MDAI was made was to experience MDMA without the neurotoxicity.
I will try, with some speed on hand, 75mg and see if I can enjoy it on a low dose and judge it on it’s own merits.
Fellow travelers, the hunt continues.
Stay tuned, up next 2c-c
Here my MDAI trip report.
First, a little history, I’m experienced in the art of, weed, hash, opium (a wonderful time lady’s and gentlemen, in a NYC den over a whole weekend with friends) coke (I know I know, but it’s fun to rush rush to yayo sometimes) salvia devierum (‘what 5 minutes, man I was gone for days!’) morphine (during a long hospital stay, IV with the little pump thingy, I pumped that thing till my thumb was going to fall off, the drug, dangerously awesome) meth (nasty) mushrooms and LSD (‘wha’ there are dimensions upon dimensions and perceptions upon perceptions’ cool stuff, left it behind like a dirty hippie who begs for world peace and picks your pocket at the same time.) MDMA (‘Man I want to feel like this every waking hour for the rest of my life, give me more, What?! Dopawhatamine reuptake neurotoxicity, serotonin deregulation? Damn man!) Methylone (good but I had to leave that meth the f**k alone- TILL!! stay tuned for a return of the sneaky cat further down in this report –stupid smiley face icon here-).
Second, set and setting:
Age: 39
Sex: Male
Pounds: 205 pounds of pure muscle (think Adonis on a diet rich in drugs beer booze and lazy sundays)
Married with a beautiful new born (no drug could compete with it)
Location BK, NY is were we live and we’re thorough, cause Brooklyn’s the borough – ah early hip hop, no bling.
Setting:
Cool fall night, home alone – I miss them — coral aquarium lights are on (a beauty) yankees on the stupid box (flat box?) listening to late 70’s hip hop (ie nostalgia), wife beater on? check, boxers? check, mushface (our feline house mate) alive? check, sam adams new dunkenweizen fall brew uncapped in hand, check. Balcony with a view of NYC cityscape at hand, check (looks like emerald city on a clear fall night) 10pm. It’s a work night.
Set:
Nervous tired worried: though that comes with being 40 with ass loads of responsibility, my last tens years drug experiences has had this mindset near to me, but once the time for relaxation, or fun is at hand I can focus my mindset away from those worries to enjoy the time out.
Ingestion:
Tan MDAI 180mg in OJ shaken. Empty stomach, vitamins at hand.
Onset, 20 minutes, fingers and toes tingle, a chill in 30, a warmth in 1 hour, a fizzle, it’s mild, I yawn, and yawn some more, no real insight, tactile ok, cool shower felt nice. Then, though the yankees were winning they were pissing me off, joe buck is pissing me off (he’s announcer) the music is pissing me off, and I’m getting really sleepy, I walk out and get some air and the stillness is pleasant but I’m getting really sleepy about 2 hours in, there’s no real introspection with this substance and think well that was a dud go to sleep. I could have have a great 30 year old scotch and cigar and felt better and happier.
The bedroom is cool, the bed warm and I figure it’ll take me a second to sleep. NO. instead I’m semi-relaxed sleepy and pissed off all at the same time and I can’t fall asleep. I ask myself why is it so substance so one dimensional edgy at times. I always thought the fun was the serotonin and that dopamine was the evil brother, not so, turns out dopamine conducts the symphony. Without it MDAI is a million dollar violin sitting there begging to be played by a master. Tossing turning, not high but high, man now do I wish I had that stuff I left alone, nope I finished that Mcat, M1, Methylone whatever it’s called now. BUT WAIT folks, in a spark on memory (thank you serotonin for helping my memory) I remember the first time I had that methylone I cut it up on a issue of Time Magazine, and afterward I hid the magazine away from wife and child, so as not to get dosed, thinking it would come in handy one day, well I jumped out of bed found it, and started licking Obama’s face like a 5 dollar hooker with a crack addiction, chasing down with warm beer, all I need was lip stick and fish nets and to fall down in the gutter to cement the whole image.
I laugh.
Not 5 minutes later, f**k yeah, that’s it, conductor conduct. The Beast in me is soothed. I greatly enjoy the next hour. Pass out like a baby, wake up in a great mood.
But, ‘Man I want to feel like this every waking hour for the rest of my life, give me more, What?! Dopawhatamine reuptake neurotoxicity, serotonin deregulation? Damn man!’
MDAI is a let down, I know a lot of talk here is about not trying to use MDMA as a gauge to judge many other MDxx’s out there, but the very reason MDAI was made was to experience MDMA without the neurotoxicity.
I will try, with some speed on hand, 75mg and see if I can enjoy it on a low dose and judge it on it’s own merits.
Fellow travelers, the hunt continues.
Stay tuned, up next 2c-c
