It was always going to be a messy night, I reckon. Definitely not this messy, though.
So I'm at someone's house. Struggle to remember who lived there, but one of them was definitely a workmate of a friend of mine. We're gathered, a group of six or seven of us, in a basement sitting area, drinking cans and playing guitar hero. The time will have been around nine in the evening. We were getting merry and preparing to head out to an indie club in Leeds. I'd puchased a handful of decent tablets - red, bevelled, with a Motorola 'M' stamped on the top - which I'd had a few times before, and are among the best I've sampled. I'm a pretty experienced ecstasy user - knocked back 7 or 8 every weekend at one point in the past. Don't take them as much any more - they bore me a little: a sure sign of over-use.
I take a pill and give one to my friend, and start coming up half an hour or so later. I'm never sure how to judge these situations when you're around new people and you're not quite sure what their stance is on the matter. I try to keep it low-key, but I'd not eaten much and my mind and body are starting to race. Fortunately, everyone's ready before too long, and we phone a couple of taxis to take us into the city centre.
We get into the club and I take another tablet, now in the safety of a crowd. The rest of the time in the club is a little blurry. I think I danced. I think I nipped outside for a hundred half-cigarettes. I think I probably knocked a few more bevvies back, but it's hard to say. Eventually, we decided it was time to go - around half past two at this stage. Everyone was heading back to the house and was planning on staying up for a while. People were sufficiently wasted now. I dropped my final pill.
By the time we arrived back at the house, I was rolling heavily. My torso felt like it was ablaze, in the most blissful way possible. I loved being here, among these new people who seemed so welcoming and accepting. I loved my life. I was far too gone to think about anything else. My vision had gone slightly twisted and tunnelled, but I didn't care, or even notice much at the time.
"Does anyone fancy getting some ket?"
Now then - the first time anyone had mentioned anything drug-related all night. My ears pricked up - I'd only taken ketamine a couple of times at this stage and I was keen to try it again, despite my already inebriated state. I agreed to accompany my newfound friend to meet a dealer a short walk away.
On the walk we got talking about drugs and dealers and the like. It transpired that he and I shared a dealer for psychedelics, and I mentioned how I had recently bought some 2C-B from him. My new friend was curious, eager to try a new psychedelic compound. It just so happened we were only a couple of streets away from my house.
So back we trotted with two grams of ketamine and 75mg 2C-B split into three equal capsules. We take one each, giving the third to another housemate, and begin to rack up a few reasonable lines of ketamine, roughly 60mg each by my estimate. I rail my line and sit back, continuing the conversation. Suddenly I realise my attention span has disappeared entirely, and I'm struggling to remember what has been said to me a second before. I feel like I'm sinking back into my chair, or even being forced into it. My vision is slanted and I realise my friend is standing over me telling me she's leaving. That's fine. I'm in no state to move for a while. My memory goes even hazier and I begin to giggle uncontrollably. I can see someone across the room throwing up into a bin - he's the guy I gave the 2C to, I think - but I can't really make much sense of anything because the world's sort of cascading around me...
And then I'm back in the room, a little disorientated. There are only a few people left. I look around. The glittered tiles on the wall across the room are alight with colour, and the individual shiny pieces are blowing around the wall like snowflakes in a blizzard. I look to my right, where the bloke I gave the 2C to is sitting. He's cleaned himself up and his face is plastered with a grin, which seems to move in slow-motion as it extends. He laughs. "You coming up?" I ask. "Oh, yes," he replies.
For some reason, one which I'll never know, we decide to immediately sort another line of ketamine each. It hits me nearly straight away. I can pick out individual sounds but none of them seem to make sense together. I think I have the situation all worked out and comfy, then I realise the person I thought was sitting next to me is across the room, or has left the room entirely. Someone stands up and flaps their arms like wings of a bee - they seem to beat up and down at a hundred times a second. Inexplicably, we all keep making the sound, "Wob... wob... wob wob wob wobwobwobwob..."
I take another line of ket, I think, still barely able to move from the last one. My hands are shaky and my coordination fucked. The line of powder glows purple and moves jaggedly from one side to the other. I take it back; it hits the back of my throat like a knife. I look up. The room bursts alight with fountains of neon colour, intricately cascading back down in patterns of luminous pink and purple. The walls swell and bend at hyperspeed. I look to one side and see the third participant, rooted to the spot - it occurs to me that I haven't asked how he's doing. He's unable to say much, but I begin to get the impression we're on the same wavelength. We begin to attempt to talk - all we can manage are noises, but I find myself sure that we agree, that we know what each other are trying to say.
The other guy goes missing. Chronology is a bit crap at this stage. I feel like I'm in a film I've never seen, but at the time I think it's Hostel. It's actually more like Saw 2. Where is this guy who's disappeared? Is he out to get us? Are we out to get him? We need to find him. The pair of us stagger upstairs to find him rocking backwards and forwards in a corner. He looks up at us with an insane grin and I get an overwhelming sense of terror and dread, which only lasts until he speaks, and then comes back downstairs with us, but which is so all-encompassing that the trip almost takes a nasty turn entirely. On the television, the audio of a Virgin Media menu screen repeats, but I don't realise it at the time and think I'm caught in a time loop. The voice says something like "...or stay in watching a movie," every now and then, but I process it differently in my head and it seems more novel. I'm still unable to work out what this feeling was.
I go to the toilet. Horrible as it sounds, my urine was fascinating. In the dark bathroom, the stream seems to fracture and transform into small shapes, gently falling down into the toilet. I look in the mirror. My face becomes even darker, my beard grows thicker, and it looks like somone is sketching the outline of my face in pastel and charcoal. I look at my hands - they seem skeletal and have a blue glow to them, and as I turn them they appear as inanimate objects slowly rotating on a wheel.
It's silly o'clock and the sun is rising. The three of us are sitting around in the living room again. We can hear the birds outside and our minds have calmed down somewhat. We talk about how intense the last few hours have been, how unlike any other psychedelic we've tried 2C-B is. We try to piece everything together, and we rave about various aspects of the trip and lament others. Someone comments that it's been the best night of his life but that he never wants to repeat it again. The walls continue to breathe heavily, but more slowly than before. The television newsreaders appear animated, soft and shaded, but heavily outlined and with blurry movements. We look at the time - it's after 7. We decide to take a walk.
We wander to the local shop to purchase orange juice and cigarettes. On the way, colours appear more vivid, sounds richer. People's faces look oddly skewed and cartoon-like from a distance, yet totally normal close-up. In the shop, it takes us a while to remember what we've even gone in for, but we manage in the end and leave without arousing suspicion.
We arrive back at the house and I suddenly realise I'd never met these two people 12 hours before. I suddenly feel uneasy, like I don't want to be there. I stand, shake both their hands, and leave.
I'll probably never see these two again. It's probably for the best.
By LTS
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So I'm at someone's house. Struggle to remember who lived there, but one of them was definitely a workmate of a friend of mine. We're gathered, a group of six or seven of us, in a basement sitting area, drinking cans and playing guitar hero. The time will have been around nine in the evening. We were getting merry and preparing to head out to an indie club in Leeds. I'd puchased a handful of decent tablets - red, bevelled, with a Motorola 'M' stamped on the top - which I'd had a few times before, and are among the best I've sampled. I'm a pretty experienced ecstasy user - knocked back 7 or 8 every weekend at one point in the past. Don't take them as much any more - they bore me a little: a sure sign of over-use.
I take a pill and give one to my friend, and start coming up half an hour or so later. I'm never sure how to judge these situations when you're around new people and you're not quite sure what their stance is on the matter. I try to keep it low-key, but I'd not eaten much and my mind and body are starting to race. Fortunately, everyone's ready before too long, and we phone a couple of taxis to take us into the city centre.
We get into the club and I take another tablet, now in the safety of a crowd. The rest of the time in the club is a little blurry. I think I danced. I think I nipped outside for a hundred half-cigarettes. I think I probably knocked a few more bevvies back, but it's hard to say. Eventually, we decided it was time to go - around half past two at this stage. Everyone was heading back to the house and was planning on staying up for a while. People were sufficiently wasted now. I dropped my final pill.
By the time we arrived back at the house, I was rolling heavily. My torso felt like it was ablaze, in the most blissful way possible. I loved being here, among these new people who seemed so welcoming and accepting. I loved my life. I was far too gone to think about anything else. My vision had gone slightly twisted and tunnelled, but I didn't care, or even notice much at the time.
"Does anyone fancy getting some ket?"
Now then - the first time anyone had mentioned anything drug-related all night. My ears pricked up - I'd only taken ketamine a couple of times at this stage and I was keen to try it again, despite my already inebriated state. I agreed to accompany my newfound friend to meet a dealer a short walk away.
On the walk we got talking about drugs and dealers and the like. It transpired that he and I shared a dealer for psychedelics, and I mentioned how I had recently bought some 2C-B from him. My new friend was curious, eager to try a new psychedelic compound. It just so happened we were only a couple of streets away from my house.
So back we trotted with two grams of ketamine and 75mg 2C-B split into three equal capsules. We take one each, giving the third to another housemate, and begin to rack up a few reasonable lines of ketamine, roughly 60mg each by my estimate. I rail my line and sit back, continuing the conversation. Suddenly I realise my attention span has disappeared entirely, and I'm struggling to remember what has been said to me a second before. I feel like I'm sinking back into my chair, or even being forced into it. My vision is slanted and I realise my friend is standing over me telling me she's leaving. That's fine. I'm in no state to move for a while. My memory goes even hazier and I begin to giggle uncontrollably. I can see someone across the room throwing up into a bin - he's the guy I gave the 2C to, I think - but I can't really make much sense of anything because the world's sort of cascading around me...
And then I'm back in the room, a little disorientated. There are only a few people left. I look around. The glittered tiles on the wall across the room are alight with colour, and the individual shiny pieces are blowing around the wall like snowflakes in a blizzard. I look to my right, where the bloke I gave the 2C to is sitting. He's cleaned himself up and his face is plastered with a grin, which seems to move in slow-motion as it extends. He laughs. "You coming up?" I ask. "Oh, yes," he replies.
For some reason, one which I'll never know, we decide to immediately sort another line of ketamine each. It hits me nearly straight away. I can pick out individual sounds but none of them seem to make sense together. I think I have the situation all worked out and comfy, then I realise the person I thought was sitting next to me is across the room, or has left the room entirely. Someone stands up and flaps their arms like wings of a bee - they seem to beat up and down at a hundred times a second. Inexplicably, we all keep making the sound, "Wob... wob... wob wob wob wobwobwobwob..."
I take another line of ket, I think, still barely able to move from the last one. My hands are shaky and my coordination fucked. The line of powder glows purple and moves jaggedly from one side to the other. I take it back; it hits the back of my throat like a knife. I look up. The room bursts alight with fountains of neon colour, intricately cascading back down in patterns of luminous pink and purple. The walls swell and bend at hyperspeed. I look to one side and see the third participant, rooted to the spot - it occurs to me that I haven't asked how he's doing. He's unable to say much, but I begin to get the impression we're on the same wavelength. We begin to attempt to talk - all we can manage are noises, but I find myself sure that we agree, that we know what each other are trying to say.
The other guy goes missing. Chronology is a bit crap at this stage. I feel like I'm in a film I've never seen, but at the time I think it's Hostel. It's actually more like Saw 2. Where is this guy who's disappeared? Is he out to get us? Are we out to get him? We need to find him. The pair of us stagger upstairs to find him rocking backwards and forwards in a corner. He looks up at us with an insane grin and I get an overwhelming sense of terror and dread, which only lasts until he speaks, and then comes back downstairs with us, but which is so all-encompassing that the trip almost takes a nasty turn entirely. On the television, the audio of a Virgin Media menu screen repeats, but I don't realise it at the time and think I'm caught in a time loop. The voice says something like "...or stay in watching a movie," every now and then, but I process it differently in my head and it seems more novel. I'm still unable to work out what this feeling was.
I go to the toilet. Horrible as it sounds, my urine was fascinating. In the dark bathroom, the stream seems to fracture and transform into small shapes, gently falling down into the toilet. I look in the mirror. My face becomes even darker, my beard grows thicker, and it looks like somone is sketching the outline of my face in pastel and charcoal. I look at my hands - they seem skeletal and have a blue glow to them, and as I turn them they appear as inanimate objects slowly rotating on a wheel.
It's silly o'clock and the sun is rising. The three of us are sitting around in the living room again. We can hear the birds outside and our minds have calmed down somewhat. We talk about how intense the last few hours have been, how unlike any other psychedelic we've tried 2C-B is. We try to piece everything together, and we rave about various aspects of the trip and lament others. Someone comments that it's been the best night of his life but that he never wants to repeat it again. The walls continue to breathe heavily, but more slowly than before. The television newsreaders appear animated, soft and shaded, but heavily outlined and with blurry movements. We look at the time - it's after 7. We decide to take a walk.
We wander to the local shop to purchase orange juice and cigarettes. On the way, colours appear more vivid, sounds richer. People's faces look oddly skewed and cartoon-like from a distance, yet totally normal close-up. In the shop, it takes us a while to remember what we've even gone in for, but we manage in the end and leave without arousing suspicion.
We arrive back at the house and I suddenly realise I'd never met these two people 12 hours before. I suddenly feel uneasy, like I don't want to be there. I stand, shake both their hands, and leave.
I'll probably never see these two again. It's probably for the best.
By LTS
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substancecode_2cb
substancecode_ketamine
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