indy goth kid A
Bluelighter
crystal meth, extacy - 2nd time - panic attack
I was encouraged to submit this report by some close friends of mine after telling them this story, I hope you all enjoy it as well.
My g/f and I had been on a three day meth binge and hadn't slept, which most likely had attributed somewhat to this interesting evening.
4:00 p.m.- We finally got home from a friend of ours home after railing and smoking an obscene amount of meth, more than I had ever planned to do most likely. Both thoroughly exhausted, we decided we desperately needed to at least try and get a little sleep. We were dead-set on getting out to a rave this evening, regardless.
We both lied down, feeling like we'd just been hit by a dump-truck. My stomach kept turning, from hunger and from just plain nausea. My poor girlfriend had to work that evening as well, to top it all off. She's scheduled from 6-midnight. I felt really rotten for being able to stay home, but not nearly as rotten as she did for having to go to work and deal with people.
6:00 p.m.- She's at work and is trying her hardest to be perky, bless her heart. I call her to see how she's holding up, only to find she's been throwing up. Maybe she needs to eat...
7:30 p.m.- I stop by to see her, bringing her some lettuce with the mentality that it's mostly water and shouldn't be too hard on her stomach. Wrong.
9:30 p.m.- The phone rings, she asks if I can come get her, she's got to leave work early. Customers are telling her she should go home and her manager finally agrees with them.
9:50 p.m.- We arrive back at home and she tells me to wake her up at 11 and we'll go ahead and take our rolls and head out to this rave. I ask if she's sure, only about 15 times and she says yes, so...
11:30 p.m.- She's awake and we're making last minute preparations before we leave, checking to be sure we have what we need. This is the second time we've rolled. We'd heard from different people that if you take E by cramming, it hits you alot harder and quicker. The first time we rolled, it didn't do much of anything at all to her, so we decide this is how we'll try it tonight. We each take a pill.
11:50 p.m.- We're leaving now. It's only been twenty minutes, but as I'm locking the door I'm already feeling it. I know we got better rolls this time, the killer B's, and I know it is supposed to hit you quicker than orally, but I didn't expect this what so ever... kinda nervous, but excited at what's still to come.
12:05 a.m.- We're about 5 minutes from where the party is taking place. I'm starting to get really nervous now... my feet have gone numb completely and the lights that are along the interstate are unbelieveably bright. I ask her if they seem really bright to her and she says 'yes', but not too bad... I don't want to scare her and tell her how hard this is hitting me, so I try to act calm, though my eyes are the size of ping-pong balls now and my pupils are nothing but black.
12:15 a.m.- My girlfriend's stomach is still bothering her, though she's not vomited in a while, and she asks me to please stop at the gas station that is right in front of where this party is taking place. I assure her I can do it, as we also need some cash from the ATM. (okay, mental note, get money BEFORE ingesting anything).
I stop the car at the convenience store and get out. I can't believe how hard this is hitting me, and how she seems un-changed by it thus far. I'm starting to get a little worried at this point. I stand up. I feel really, really tall, and everything seems extremely far away now. I make my way to the entrance and go in. Before the door can even close behind me, the cashier looks my way and shouts to me from across the store. "Oh, no, you can't be in here," (before she can even finish her sentence, in that split second I'm convinced she knows about the party that is going on and knows I'm on E, and has one hand on the telephone. I'm terrified, and stare blankly in her direction) she continues, "if you have prettier hair than I do." I have long, dark purple hair, but her compliment doesn't register and I don't realize she's hitting on me. I just stare at her until her and her co-worker start laughing, then I realize what's going on. I laugh nervously and now frantically attempt to locate the ATM. I finally see it at the rear and make my way over that way. I swipe my card and try desperately to enter my pin but the machine isn't working. I repeat this process about 5 times before I realize that it isn't a touch-screen, and I have to use the buttons below the screen. I'm relieved once I figure out this machine, but I'm once again terrified by the cashier whenever I realize that I have to go find and pay for some Pepto Bismol for my girlfriend.
I decide rather than wander the store nervously and wide-eyed, I will just go ask for what I need. I time it so I get to ask the other woman working, not the one harrassing me. "Do you have anything for an upset stomach?" I ask almost too calmly. "We have some chewable tablets," she says, but I'm too short to reach them, "I'll need some help." She turns to the other (scary) woman for help. She grins at me, sending chills down my back. They both turn around as she reaches for the pills. When they turn back around and face me they're both laughing hysterically. I'm confused as hell and have no idea what's going on. She looks at me and says "You liked that, didn't ya!" Apparently, they thought I was checking her out as she turned around... I manage to pay the woman and get the hell out of there.
12:25 a.m.- I finally get out to the car and my girlfriend asks what happened. I told her about it all, and she seemed to think it was pretty funny. She said she felt bad because I was wandering about the store like someone on drugs (hmmm...)
12:30 a.m.- We finally get to the party and are now sitting in the car outside, getting ready to go in. This is our first rave, and I'm nervous... paired with my panic attack in the convenience store, I completely freeze up and can't get out of the car. "I can't go in there." I say. "Why can't you go?" She asks me. "Are you afraid you won't fit in? Are you afraid you'll get hurt? What is it?" She's talked me down from bad trips before and knows exactly what she needs to say to snap me out, but it's not working now. I'm to the point when I'm rolling where I'm confused and can't focus on any one object or thought. (don't you love that? hehe) "You'll fit right in, in there. You have nothing to worry about. Do you want me to go inside and get *** and *** to come out and help?"
None of this works, and she finally just looks at me and says she's getting out of the car. I frantically ask "Why?!?", and she says "I don't want to, but I know you'll follow me."
She gets out agains my protest of "no no no no no no!" and I follow as she expected me to. The cool air hits me and I feel a little better right away, nice to be out of the car. We make it to the door and go ahead in.
Just inside is the table where we need to pay. Right away, these two friends of ours come running our way. I'm trying to focus on paying these people, confused at what is happening and what I'm seeing. The guy at the table is a black man with a blonde mohawk, and I'm convinced that it's the guy from Fishbone. My g/f pulls the two of them to the side and explains what happened, so they know not to mess with me just yet and to let me calm a little. I let Fishbone put a wristband on me and we're pulled into the quiet room with our two friends. We see 3 or 4 more people we know on the way there, making me feel a little better. We make our way there and sit and talk for a bit. I'm still not sure what is going on just yet, but I'm no longer freaked out, just trying to focus on the conversation though unable to respond fully.
12:50 a.m.- We make it into the room with the music and all seems well. I'm rolling hard now, enjoying every second of every minute of the experience.
1:15 a.m.- My g/f feels sick and we make a break for the restrooms. She's still fighting the comedown of the meth. She catches the scent of meth in the restroom and that is all it took to make her start vomitting again. I send a friend of ours in to help her, making her feel better. She comes out and we sit in a recliner for a while to settle, finally going in to dance some more.
3:00 a.m.- The party has come to a close and we decide to head to the after-party.
3:20 a.m.- We get to a friend of ours house and collapse on the couch as person after person begin filing in to join the this gathering of sorts. I'm still rolling along rather well, coming down a bit, but still going. It never fully hit my g/f this time either. We hang around for about 20 minutes at the promise of acid showing up, but decide to head home instead, drained.
4:10 a.m.- We get home and lie on our couch for a while. We're both extremely exhausted from the past few days, but she doesn't want to go to bed and leave me rolling alone in the living room, so she lies next to me.
4:35 a.m.- She's a mere moment from sleep when something hits her. I happened to brush her arm, and she says "Oh my god, do that again..." I do as she asks me to, and she feels it again... Believe it or not, the body buzz has hit her, hours after taking the pill, but it has finally hit her. This quite possibly had something to do with her anti-anxiety medicine counter-acting the MDMA, but that is the last thing we're thinking of at this point. Both of us feeling the body buzz aspect of the E... still feeling the extacy, and feeling ecstasy as well... hehehe...
This is where I'm going to end this report. We had a truly amazing experience from that point on as well, but I don't feel I should write about that part... hahaha... you know what I mean.
All in all, this was a really great night... overlook some slight sickenss from the meth comedown and the freakish gas station attendant... it was alot of fun.
I was encouraged to submit this report by some close friends of mine after telling them this story, I hope you all enjoy it as well.
My g/f and I had been on a three day meth binge and hadn't slept, which most likely had attributed somewhat to this interesting evening.
4:00 p.m.- We finally got home from a friend of ours home after railing and smoking an obscene amount of meth, more than I had ever planned to do most likely. Both thoroughly exhausted, we decided we desperately needed to at least try and get a little sleep. We were dead-set on getting out to a rave this evening, regardless.
We both lied down, feeling like we'd just been hit by a dump-truck. My stomach kept turning, from hunger and from just plain nausea. My poor girlfriend had to work that evening as well, to top it all off. She's scheduled from 6-midnight. I felt really rotten for being able to stay home, but not nearly as rotten as she did for having to go to work and deal with people.
6:00 p.m.- She's at work and is trying her hardest to be perky, bless her heart. I call her to see how she's holding up, only to find she's been throwing up. Maybe she needs to eat...
7:30 p.m.- I stop by to see her, bringing her some lettuce with the mentality that it's mostly water and shouldn't be too hard on her stomach. Wrong.
9:30 p.m.- The phone rings, she asks if I can come get her, she's got to leave work early. Customers are telling her she should go home and her manager finally agrees with them.
9:50 p.m.- We arrive back at home and she tells me to wake her up at 11 and we'll go ahead and take our rolls and head out to this rave. I ask if she's sure, only about 15 times and she says yes, so...
11:30 p.m.- She's awake and we're making last minute preparations before we leave, checking to be sure we have what we need. This is the second time we've rolled. We'd heard from different people that if you take E by cramming, it hits you alot harder and quicker. The first time we rolled, it didn't do much of anything at all to her, so we decide this is how we'll try it tonight. We each take a pill.
11:50 p.m.- We're leaving now. It's only been twenty minutes, but as I'm locking the door I'm already feeling it. I know we got better rolls this time, the killer B's, and I know it is supposed to hit you quicker than orally, but I didn't expect this what so ever... kinda nervous, but excited at what's still to come.
12:05 a.m.- We're about 5 minutes from where the party is taking place. I'm starting to get really nervous now... my feet have gone numb completely and the lights that are along the interstate are unbelieveably bright. I ask her if they seem really bright to her and she says 'yes', but not too bad... I don't want to scare her and tell her how hard this is hitting me, so I try to act calm, though my eyes are the size of ping-pong balls now and my pupils are nothing but black.
12:15 a.m.- My girlfriend's stomach is still bothering her, though she's not vomited in a while, and she asks me to please stop at the gas station that is right in front of where this party is taking place. I assure her I can do it, as we also need some cash from the ATM. (okay, mental note, get money BEFORE ingesting anything).
I stop the car at the convenience store and get out. I can't believe how hard this is hitting me, and how she seems un-changed by it thus far. I'm starting to get a little worried at this point. I stand up. I feel really, really tall, and everything seems extremely far away now. I make my way to the entrance and go in. Before the door can even close behind me, the cashier looks my way and shouts to me from across the store. "Oh, no, you can't be in here," (before she can even finish her sentence, in that split second I'm convinced she knows about the party that is going on and knows I'm on E, and has one hand on the telephone. I'm terrified, and stare blankly in her direction) she continues, "if you have prettier hair than I do." I have long, dark purple hair, but her compliment doesn't register and I don't realize she's hitting on me. I just stare at her until her and her co-worker start laughing, then I realize what's going on. I laugh nervously and now frantically attempt to locate the ATM. I finally see it at the rear and make my way over that way. I swipe my card and try desperately to enter my pin but the machine isn't working. I repeat this process about 5 times before I realize that it isn't a touch-screen, and I have to use the buttons below the screen. I'm relieved once I figure out this machine, but I'm once again terrified by the cashier whenever I realize that I have to go find and pay for some Pepto Bismol for my girlfriend.
I decide rather than wander the store nervously and wide-eyed, I will just go ask for what I need. I time it so I get to ask the other woman working, not the one harrassing me. "Do you have anything for an upset stomach?" I ask almost too calmly. "We have some chewable tablets," she says, but I'm too short to reach them, "I'll need some help." She turns to the other (scary) woman for help. She grins at me, sending chills down my back. They both turn around as she reaches for the pills. When they turn back around and face me they're both laughing hysterically. I'm confused as hell and have no idea what's going on. She looks at me and says "You liked that, didn't ya!" Apparently, they thought I was checking her out as she turned around... I manage to pay the woman and get the hell out of there.
12:25 a.m.- I finally get out to the car and my girlfriend asks what happened. I told her about it all, and she seemed to think it was pretty funny. She said she felt bad because I was wandering about the store like someone on drugs (hmmm...)
12:30 a.m.- We finally get to the party and are now sitting in the car outside, getting ready to go in. This is our first rave, and I'm nervous... paired with my panic attack in the convenience store, I completely freeze up and can't get out of the car. "I can't go in there." I say. "Why can't you go?" She asks me. "Are you afraid you won't fit in? Are you afraid you'll get hurt? What is it?" She's talked me down from bad trips before and knows exactly what she needs to say to snap me out, but it's not working now. I'm to the point when I'm rolling where I'm confused and can't focus on any one object or thought. (don't you love that? hehe) "You'll fit right in, in there. You have nothing to worry about. Do you want me to go inside and get *** and *** to come out and help?"
None of this works, and she finally just looks at me and says she's getting out of the car. I frantically ask "Why?!?", and she says "I don't want to, but I know you'll follow me."
She gets out agains my protest of "no no no no no no!" and I follow as she expected me to. The cool air hits me and I feel a little better right away, nice to be out of the car. We make it to the door and go ahead in.
Just inside is the table where we need to pay. Right away, these two friends of ours come running our way. I'm trying to focus on paying these people, confused at what is happening and what I'm seeing. The guy at the table is a black man with a blonde mohawk, and I'm convinced that it's the guy from Fishbone. My g/f pulls the two of them to the side and explains what happened, so they know not to mess with me just yet and to let me calm a little. I let Fishbone put a wristband on me and we're pulled into the quiet room with our two friends. We see 3 or 4 more people we know on the way there, making me feel a little better. We make our way there and sit and talk for a bit. I'm still not sure what is going on just yet, but I'm no longer freaked out, just trying to focus on the conversation though unable to respond fully.
12:50 a.m.- We make it into the room with the music and all seems well. I'm rolling hard now, enjoying every second of every minute of the experience.
1:15 a.m.- My g/f feels sick and we make a break for the restrooms. She's still fighting the comedown of the meth. She catches the scent of meth in the restroom and that is all it took to make her start vomitting again. I send a friend of ours in to help her, making her feel better. She comes out and we sit in a recliner for a while to settle, finally going in to dance some more.
3:00 a.m.- The party has come to a close and we decide to head to the after-party.
3:20 a.m.- We get to a friend of ours house and collapse on the couch as person after person begin filing in to join the this gathering of sorts. I'm still rolling along rather well, coming down a bit, but still going. It never fully hit my g/f this time either. We hang around for about 20 minutes at the promise of acid showing up, but decide to head home instead, drained.
4:10 a.m.- We get home and lie on our couch for a while. We're both extremely exhausted from the past few days, but she doesn't want to go to bed and leave me rolling alone in the living room, so she lies next to me.
4:35 a.m.- She's a mere moment from sleep when something hits her. I happened to brush her arm, and she says "Oh my god, do that again..." I do as she asks me to, and she feels it again... Believe it or not, the body buzz has hit her, hours after taking the pill, but it has finally hit her. This quite possibly had something to do with her anti-anxiety medicine counter-acting the MDMA, but that is the last thing we're thinking of at this point. Both of us feeling the body buzz aspect of the E... still feeling the extacy, and feeling ecstasy as well... hehehe...
This is where I'm going to end this report. We had a truly amazing experience from that point on as well, but I don't feel I should write about that part... hahaha... you know what I mean.
All in all, this was a really great night... overlook some slight sickenss from the meth comedown and the freakish gas station attendant... it was alot of fun.
