So, a "bad mdma trip" is probably something that is practically unheard of, and even I'm still doubting it :/ But as far as my mdma use goes, i did experience something pretty shit last St. Patrick's day.
So its about 5 in the evening and after the celebrations, and me and a few friends are kinda tipsy and were walking down to the beach, everyones been drinking, except me, and were all pretty happy.
So it happens that i bump into the local yoke dealer on the way there, and a minute later i leave him, with a nice pill in my hand. We got to the beach and i crushed it up, made it into about 6 lines and snorted them.
10 minutes later and it all hits me pretty hard and im pretty much floating away. I couldnt believe of nice the stuff was; ive taken several pills in one night and not felt that overwhelmed by the effects. I was loving everything and things looked so crisp and clear, and i was thinking that the setting sun was probably the best thing i had ever seen. i went over to a really close friend and we talked and talked about everything. If utopia exists, that was it.
8 o'clock my mom calls me (im 17, still living at home) and tells me to come home, i'm like "aright yeah whatever ill pull off acting sober". so i waltz home feeling still pretty good, i wasnt rolling hard anymore but was still pretty high.
i get home and my mom says "wtf have you been doing". she knew well cuz she was experimenting a lot, in fact she only stopped about 3 years ago.
i went to my room, not caring, but she followed me in and started shouting, and thats when something thats never happend before occured. it was like a switch flicked in my head and i just flipped. i was still high, i hadnt come down or anything, but i started freaking out, shouting at my mom, breaking shit and i even got violent. at one stage when i was trying to leave through the front door she stood in front of it and i came up to her, raised my fist and said "get out of my fucking way or i swear to god i will fucking punch you".
she called my step dad to do something, so i ran it into my room, opened the window and jumped out. my step dad jumped out as well and grabbed me so i started throwing my ams around and kicking untill he let go and i just ran as fast as i could to the beach.
from there on i just kept buying pills and drink and through the rest of the night i was the most fucked i have ever been. i was wobbling around and could barely stand, at one point i even started tripping, as in, shit started moving and time slowed down, that only lasted for like a minute though. even though i took a ridiculous amount of pills i never regained the euphoria, and i just generally felt handicaped (still in a good sense though %))
in the end i came down at like 5 am and went to a friends house.
the thing is that during the past couple of years ive had a really good relationship with my parents, we barely fight, i always do as im told and we tend to get on well. as regards with my mom we're very close, and the whole drug scene has never been tabooed between us. in fact i came home on new years eve after taking mephedrone and she was just like "wow i bet you had a good time".
the pills i took were really good ones btw, pink vw's, tested by a mate, so there were no impurities which could have fucked with my head. ive had my share of drugs, especially mdma and nothing like this had ever happend. ive been sober since it happened (6 weeks or so) which i think is a record. anyways i think i might stay that way till summer at least.
So its about 5 in the evening and after the celebrations, and me and a few friends are kinda tipsy and were walking down to the beach, everyones been drinking, except me, and were all pretty happy.
So it happens that i bump into the local yoke dealer on the way there, and a minute later i leave him, with a nice pill in my hand. We got to the beach and i crushed it up, made it into about 6 lines and snorted them.
10 minutes later and it all hits me pretty hard and im pretty much floating away. I couldnt believe of nice the stuff was; ive taken several pills in one night and not felt that overwhelmed by the effects. I was loving everything and things looked so crisp and clear, and i was thinking that the setting sun was probably the best thing i had ever seen. i went over to a really close friend and we talked and talked about everything. If utopia exists, that was it.
8 o'clock my mom calls me (im 17, still living at home) and tells me to come home, i'm like "aright yeah whatever ill pull off acting sober". so i waltz home feeling still pretty good, i wasnt rolling hard anymore but was still pretty high.
i get home and my mom says "wtf have you been doing". she knew well cuz she was experimenting a lot, in fact she only stopped about 3 years ago.
i went to my room, not caring, but she followed me in and started shouting, and thats when something thats never happend before occured. it was like a switch flicked in my head and i just flipped. i was still high, i hadnt come down or anything, but i started freaking out, shouting at my mom, breaking shit and i even got violent. at one stage when i was trying to leave through the front door she stood in front of it and i came up to her, raised my fist and said "get out of my fucking way or i swear to god i will fucking punch you".
she called my step dad to do something, so i ran it into my room, opened the window and jumped out. my step dad jumped out as well and grabbed me so i started throwing my ams around and kicking untill he let go and i just ran as fast as i could to the beach.
from there on i just kept buying pills and drink and through the rest of the night i was the most fucked i have ever been. i was wobbling around and could barely stand, at one point i even started tripping, as in, shit started moving and time slowed down, that only lasted for like a minute though. even though i took a ridiculous amount of pills i never regained the euphoria, and i just generally felt handicaped (still in a good sense though %))
in the end i came down at like 5 am and went to a friends house.
the thing is that during the past couple of years ive had a really good relationship with my parents, we barely fight, i always do as im told and we tend to get on well. as regards with my mom we're very close, and the whole drug scene has never been tabooed between us. in fact i came home on new years eve after taking mephedrone and she was just like "wow i bet you had a good time".
the pills i took were really good ones btw, pink vw's, tested by a mate, so there were no impurities which could have fucked with my head. ive had my share of drugs, especially mdma and nothing like this had ever happend. ive been sober since it happened (6 weeks or so) which i think is a record. anyways i think i might stay that way till summer at least.
