I never used to be into drugs at all, but I've been lurking bluelight for like two years or something ridiculous, totally fascinated by the culture and the chemicals and everything that goes along with drug use.
So, recently I finally got the balls to grab some E and try it out.
It started the day before my school's senior trip. Myself and two friends were driving around, trying to score some weed before we went to see a movie or something, but every single person we ran into or called was rolling. My two friends both geek out with that "Oh my God! Ecstacy?! Why would anyone do that? It rots your brain!" In my head, I'm thinking "Shit, what was that kid's number again? I wonder if he has more..." So we call a few more kids, they're all rolling too and I steal my friend's phone to call some dude I kinda-sorta knew, who happened to be a drug dealer of sorts. So I call him and ask if he has any E left, he's got one pill so I buy it off of him and stick it in my empty pack of stogues and just sit there smiling while my friends suddenly wish they had the E.
So, I go home after we hang out for a few and I go to bed since the Senior Trip is in like five hours. As it turns out, my school was going to Cedar Point, which is a wonderful amusement park. I figured it'd be even more wonderful on E, and I was right.
Since I'm a little puss, I started off with just a half of a pill at roughly 6:45am, since the bus was leaving at 7:15. We board the bus at 7:10 and I'm not feeling anything yet. Time goes by and I start to get kinda bummed, thinking my "friend" dicked me. Then at about 7:30ish I start feeling warm and the massage this girl next to me is giving starts to feel a lot better. The goal of the day is not to let anyone know I'm on anything, though, so I gameface my shit and just smile in my head. About 45 minutes later, about 8:15am I decide to go ahead and drop the other half because I'm not geekin'. It kicks in right as we arrive at about 9am. I'm thinking "Ahhh perfect timing!" with a huge smile on my face and fucking quarter-sized pupils. But, we have to wait for our supervisors to go get tickets which ends up taking an hour and a half. So I'm on this bus trying to act straight while my friends are playing cards and I'm just kinda chillin', talking to people and whatever.
We finally go in at like 10:30. How balls. The pills are still overlapping in my system, but not as hard. Luckily we ride the biggest roller coaster there first. While we're waiting in line, someone makes a comment about the techno music playing: "Haha, all we need now is some ecstacy and we'd be ravin'." That was super funny because that kid had never done a drug in his life and I was on it. Anyway, we're waiting in line, everyone is bitching about being bored as fuck. I agree with them, but I'm happy as fuck in reality. We get in the front of the rollercoaster and the girl I was with was all scared so I'm being all touchy, grabbing her leg and shit telling her it's going to be fine and fun and just talking way too much. Usually I'm pretty timid when it comes to being touchy-feely with people, but I was anxious to get up in the mix with everyone for whatever reason... The rollercoaster is phenomenal, I just sit there with my eyes wide open while everyone else is throwing their arms up in the air and screaming. It felt amazing. Super amazing.
Since this is getting long as fuck, I'll briefly touch on the other key points. When we did the Power Tower, which is just something that brings you up super high and drops you down, I could see the whole park and it looked like a painting. Was so weird, everything was 2D and creepy. I also compulsively took my shoes off with the reasoning of "The wind will feel neat." My friends thought I was weird, but definitely didn't notice I was outty 5000. The other thing I noticed was I wasn't hungry at all. I fucking love funnel cake. LOVE it. I got one that looked soooo good, but I only ate like a 3rd of it before I was super full. That sucked. I was also chewing on the little ring around the top of a water bottle all day and it cut up my cheek pretty bad without me noticing. The comedown was relaxing; it didn't happen until the day was almost over. Every time I thought I was done and straight, we'd ride something and I'd blow up again and feel tight. The bus ride home was when it was totally out of me and I was just relaxed and happy because I was laying on some girl's shoulder and reflecting about how much fun I had while she slept.
Time number two! Stick with me folks, this shit is important.
Before I move on, let me say that I snagged some 5-HTP from GNC about a week before my next roll and I took one every morning (wasn't sure how to dose it, or when or whatever, just wanted my body to be accustomed to it by the time thursday rolled around) and two about an hour before I dropped.
All of my friends hate clubbing, hate dancing, hate rap, and mostly hate techno. Turns out, I like all of those things except rap, unless combined with dancing.
So, since I'm a charming motherfucker, I somehow convince the same girl I went to Cedar Point with (who had since found out I was on E, since I couldn't contain my story) and 9 other people that going to a club will be fun. First they're apprehensive, but since we planned in advance by about a week, they've all convinced themselves it'll be fun. They did the work for me.
I drop one pill (as opposed to a half) at 10:30pm, we leave this girl's house at roughly 11 for the club. The way up I felt perfectly normal, totally and completely fine. Which sucked, since it was my first time buying from this guy, I thought I might have got bunk shit or something. I have a feeling that I'll think that every time since it takes me so long to come up. Anyway, we're standing outside waiting to get in and I start feeling something mild, and I'm relieved. When we get in and the music is blasting and the lights are going nuts, it kicks in strong. Walking starts to feel good, my shitty Salem stogues start tasting amazing, my friends are more fun to talk to, and I feel like I can dance. Only problem is I'm sweating like a bitch due to allll the people around me. It was so crowded, which was cool because it felt nice being in a mass of people for whatever reason. So I took a few breaks to go grab some water from the bar and step outside on the patio for a stogue and some fresh air. The fun part was the fact that, again, no one had any idea I was ripped. We left the club at about 2:30am and went to Steak n' Shake for some late night eats. No appetite strikes again and I can't finish my shake or my fries, so I basically waste 6 bucks. I'm still too fucked up to care, however. I saw myself in the window at Stake n' Shake and noticed that my pupils were still gigantic. I had one colored contact in one eye, and a clear one in the other, so the contast between my pupil sizes made it even more obvious that I looked properfucked. No one noticed. On the drive home I'm again laying on this girl's shoulder and just looking up at the street lights. At this point I start getting some visuals and the street lights become clouds, sorta, and I just smile and stare at them the whole way home. I get to my car and have to drive myself the rest of the way, but it was totally straight, didn't feel fucked up at all. When I got home at 5am, I took out my contacts and layed in bed. My blankets felt awesome and since my vision is terrible, everything was blurry as all hell which augmented my visuals pretty hardcore. I sat in bed, watching random parts of my room melt together and petting my cat for an hour and a half. When I fell asleep I was still feeling it.
Makes me happy that I still have two left
Anyway, there's a foam party at that same club exactly two weeks from when I last rolled, so I'll probably play it cool until then and maybe tell you guys how it goes, if you feel like reading another goddamned novel. Sorry this was so long, but I'm bored and I like details.
So, recently I finally got the balls to grab some E and try it out.
It started the day before my school's senior trip. Myself and two friends were driving around, trying to score some weed before we went to see a movie or something, but every single person we ran into or called was rolling. My two friends both geek out with that "Oh my God! Ecstacy?! Why would anyone do that? It rots your brain!" In my head, I'm thinking "Shit, what was that kid's number again? I wonder if he has more..." So we call a few more kids, they're all rolling too and I steal my friend's phone to call some dude I kinda-sorta knew, who happened to be a drug dealer of sorts. So I call him and ask if he has any E left, he's got one pill so I buy it off of him and stick it in my empty pack of stogues and just sit there smiling while my friends suddenly wish they had the E.
So, I go home after we hang out for a few and I go to bed since the Senior Trip is in like five hours. As it turns out, my school was going to Cedar Point, which is a wonderful amusement park. I figured it'd be even more wonderful on E, and I was right.
Since I'm a little puss, I started off with just a half of a pill at roughly 6:45am, since the bus was leaving at 7:15. We board the bus at 7:10 and I'm not feeling anything yet. Time goes by and I start to get kinda bummed, thinking my "friend" dicked me. Then at about 7:30ish I start feeling warm and the massage this girl next to me is giving starts to feel a lot better. The goal of the day is not to let anyone know I'm on anything, though, so I gameface my shit and just smile in my head. About 45 minutes later, about 8:15am I decide to go ahead and drop the other half because I'm not geekin'. It kicks in right as we arrive at about 9am. I'm thinking "Ahhh perfect timing!" with a huge smile on my face and fucking quarter-sized pupils. But, we have to wait for our supervisors to go get tickets which ends up taking an hour and a half. So I'm on this bus trying to act straight while my friends are playing cards and I'm just kinda chillin', talking to people and whatever.
We finally go in at like 10:30. How balls. The pills are still overlapping in my system, but not as hard. Luckily we ride the biggest roller coaster there first. While we're waiting in line, someone makes a comment about the techno music playing: "Haha, all we need now is some ecstacy and we'd be ravin'." That was super funny because that kid had never done a drug in his life and I was on it. Anyway, we're waiting in line, everyone is bitching about being bored as fuck. I agree with them, but I'm happy as fuck in reality. We get in the front of the rollercoaster and the girl I was with was all scared so I'm being all touchy, grabbing her leg and shit telling her it's going to be fine and fun and just talking way too much. Usually I'm pretty timid when it comes to being touchy-feely with people, but I was anxious to get up in the mix with everyone for whatever reason... The rollercoaster is phenomenal, I just sit there with my eyes wide open while everyone else is throwing their arms up in the air and screaming. It felt amazing. Super amazing.
Since this is getting long as fuck, I'll briefly touch on the other key points. When we did the Power Tower, which is just something that brings you up super high and drops you down, I could see the whole park and it looked like a painting. Was so weird, everything was 2D and creepy. I also compulsively took my shoes off with the reasoning of "The wind will feel neat." My friends thought I was weird, but definitely didn't notice I was outty 5000. The other thing I noticed was I wasn't hungry at all. I fucking love funnel cake. LOVE it. I got one that looked soooo good, but I only ate like a 3rd of it before I was super full. That sucked. I was also chewing on the little ring around the top of a water bottle all day and it cut up my cheek pretty bad without me noticing. The comedown was relaxing; it didn't happen until the day was almost over. Every time I thought I was done and straight, we'd ride something and I'd blow up again and feel tight. The bus ride home was when it was totally out of me and I was just relaxed and happy because I was laying on some girl's shoulder and reflecting about how much fun I had while she slept.
Time number two! Stick with me folks, this shit is important.
Before I move on, let me say that I snagged some 5-HTP from GNC about a week before my next roll and I took one every morning (wasn't sure how to dose it, or when or whatever, just wanted my body to be accustomed to it by the time thursday rolled around) and two about an hour before I dropped.
All of my friends hate clubbing, hate dancing, hate rap, and mostly hate techno. Turns out, I like all of those things except rap, unless combined with dancing.
So, since I'm a charming motherfucker, I somehow convince the same girl I went to Cedar Point with (who had since found out I was on E, since I couldn't contain my story) and 9 other people that going to a club will be fun. First they're apprehensive, but since we planned in advance by about a week, they've all convinced themselves it'll be fun. They did the work for me.
I drop one pill (as opposed to a half) at 10:30pm, we leave this girl's house at roughly 11 for the club. The way up I felt perfectly normal, totally and completely fine. Which sucked, since it was my first time buying from this guy, I thought I might have got bunk shit or something. I have a feeling that I'll think that every time since it takes me so long to come up. Anyway, we're standing outside waiting to get in and I start feeling something mild, and I'm relieved. When we get in and the music is blasting and the lights are going nuts, it kicks in strong. Walking starts to feel good, my shitty Salem stogues start tasting amazing, my friends are more fun to talk to, and I feel like I can dance. Only problem is I'm sweating like a bitch due to allll the people around me. It was so crowded, which was cool because it felt nice being in a mass of people for whatever reason. So I took a few breaks to go grab some water from the bar and step outside on the patio for a stogue and some fresh air. The fun part was the fact that, again, no one had any idea I was ripped. We left the club at about 2:30am and went to Steak n' Shake for some late night eats. No appetite strikes again and I can't finish my shake or my fries, so I basically waste 6 bucks. I'm still too fucked up to care, however. I saw myself in the window at Stake n' Shake and noticed that my pupils were still gigantic. I had one colored contact in one eye, and a clear one in the other, so the contast between my pupil sizes made it even more obvious that I looked properfucked. No one noticed. On the drive home I'm again laying on this girl's shoulder and just looking up at the street lights. At this point I start getting some visuals and the street lights become clouds, sorta, and I just smile and stare at them the whole way home. I get to my car and have to drive myself the rest of the way, but it was totally straight, didn't feel fucked up at all. When I got home at 5am, I took out my contacts and layed in bed. My blankets felt awesome and since my vision is terrible, everything was blurry as all hell which augmented my visuals pretty hardcore. I sat in bed, watching random parts of my room melt together and petting my cat for an hour and a half. When I fell asleep I was still feeling it.
Makes me happy that I still have two left
Anyway, there's a foam party at that same club exactly two weeks from when I last rolled, so I'll probably play it cool until then and maybe tell you guys how it goes, if you feel like reading another goddamned novel. Sorry this was so long, but I'm bored and I like details.
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