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Mescaline, Morphine, Methamphetamine, - Experienced - "halloween party in chi-town"
Yes this is a little late as far as a writeup goes, but my brain has been fried recently (too much drug use) and only now am I writing it up, so sorry if it's light on substance or a little vague. Also, as a disclaimer, driving while tripping is extremely dangerous and is not recommended. However !! this night i ingested a standardized mescaline dose that I knew ahead of time that I would be able to handle And: this drug combo was seriously fucked up, but then again, if you party: party hard.
Knowing people get different things out of experience reports, i've divided it into 3 sections - the setup - the road trip, and the city. for drug comeup and the experience of driving on mescaline and morphine - check out the "road trip" section. for the meat of the partying itself, check out the "city" section.
First i'll outline what all i ingested, to sort of brief people on what is coming up.
Beers/Drinks: 15 (high alcohol tolerance)
Mescaline: rough approximation: 225mg (very experienced with mescaline)
Morphine: 25mg xr orally (no morphine tolerance)
Methamphetamine: 15mg orally, as desoxyn. (medium tolerance, very experienced with stimulants)
Pot: 3 bowls (low tolerance)
Ondansetron: 8mg (serotonin antagonist for those who arent familiar, it blocks psychedelic induced nausea)
This report might be too fucked up to post, but let me tell you, the night was seriously worth it.
"The setup"
So it's 4pm on the friday of halloween week (actually the week before), and I still dont have plans. Traditionally halloween partying has been the highlight of my partying career throughout the year, so i knew i had to figure out something fast. I hadnt partied too hard or too successfully all year, in fact, so i decided i was going to make everything count on this one night.
Suddenly an opportunity arose for us in downtown chicago (word of a party). Where i live is about 3.5 hours away from chicago, so I knew i would have to think fast if i wanted the night to work out perfectly, so I downed a small glass of bourbon to mellow me out and to get into the chill mindset necessary for the planning of a night of ridiculous debauchery. Excited as hell, but still needing a costume, i decided i was going to play up a ridiculous joke between me and one of my chicago friends and go as an old NBA player from the 1994 league featured on NBA jam for SNES. (mookie blaylock). So, after packing all necessary party supplies, I head to the local department store to pick up the last minute athletic apparel. I puffed on a hastily rolled J along the way as I drank approximately 100mg of mescaline tea.
Time: 4:45pm, in sears, the initial mescaline "swimming" feeling starts to merge with the oncoming pot high and my very slight wooziness from the alcohol. In the dressing room, in the middle of the first rushes of mescaline- i began to get dizzy and just a little bit disoriented. I had a bit of trouble picking out which track pants i needed, so I figured a 2.5 hour drive was going to be a little difficult. Thus, with this in mind, I took a fiver of desoxyn (methamphetamine), figuring it would bring me up to speed and enhance the stimulant high of the mescaline.
15 minutes later after having a weird time with the track pants, I was checking out at sears in the midst of an oncoming mescaline and speed rush. Electric shivers were going up and down my spine, and I felt like i was beginning to get back on top of the world. I smirked at the store cashier with a euphoric all-knowing smile, as if she only wished she knew what was in store for my halloween night, and then i was off on to the road.
20 minutes later on the road, with the desoxyn rush mellowing out, i get a sudden urge to up the dose, and I take another 5mg to give me a better drive. I wonder if it's too strong, and will overpower my mescaline tranquility and balancedness - so i drink another 125mg of the mescaline tea. Promptly after finishing this, I realize i have stimulated and tripped myself into a corner, and that tonight's goal is to get mostly fucked up, not to be on a mad speedy trip in front of a bunch of non drug using partiers that i dont know downtown, so I pop 25mg worth of morphine xr in a shot of bourbon to mellow out the uppers. Nausea taken care of conveniently with a 4mg ondansetron.
The roadtrip has begun, and I am coming on what appears to be the high of my life.
From here on out, it's all about one of the top 3 drug experiences i've ever had.
"The Road Trip"
For those who are wondering just how screwed up this guy is, let me describe to you in the coming sentences just how these 3 magic substances combine together, and how calculated and awesome the night became.
Time: 6:00pm
Mescaline is coming on harder now. My body begins experiencing the melting and stretching sensations we've all come to love from PEAs. The road and my car also feel wider and more rubbery. Uh oh. Good thing it's past rush hour and the ease of a straight out interstate run is in my favor. The music i'm listening to begins to feel like it is the motive force that is carrying my car along the highway. The desoxyn euphoria is propelling the mescaline euphoria and I realize that I am unstoppable. The cold calculating edge of the meth is working in my favor as i calmly and precisely keep control of my vehicle even while I feel that my car has suddenly started swimming down the highway instead of driving.
Time: 6:25pm.
At a best buy store wondering if i should buy a new audio accessory. This is the result of pot, desoxyn, and mescaline. The desoxyn has gotten me focused on making sure everything is perfect, and the mescaline is allowing me to consider strange courses of action and the idea that searching through a best buy store could be a ridiculous adventure. It turned out that it was just a mistake from the speed and that i was indeed tweaking out. Unfortunately i didnt realize this until I had wasted 15 minutes and became that much more tripped out. Damn. I had better get to the suburbs (geneva) before i was unable to drive. Luckily i met a friend who worked at the particular best buy, and in my crazy basketball outfit and with wide tripping eyes I convinced him that I was having the best night of my life and that he should "go home sick" and come with me to chicago.
Time: 7pm
The trip has finished its first wave of arrival. (mescaline arrives in waves usually). The morphine is wearing in. For those that havent tried it - mescaline and morphine is probably the best combination i've ever tried in all my drug years. The warmth of the morphine enveloped me in a 3 dimensional way as I drove. The mood enhancing effect allowed me to believe in my tripped out state that i had somehow entered heaven on earth, at least for my body. The waves of mescaline warmth merged with the opiate warmth and became the most intense bliss that I had ever known. I remarked to my friend that the car felt like it was riding on clouds and that my seat felt like it was having sex with my brain.
Time: 8pm
Stopping at culvers, I realize the trip is becoming too intense to drive. Somehow i order a sandwich to satisfy my opiate induced munchies. Waste of money. 10 minutes later I throw the sandwich out after deciding fast food is actually made out of bad tasting cardboard (which is what it tasted like on mescaline). My friend drives as the cars whiz by me. I'm still blissed out on the morphine but i'm not too dreamlike (which is good) because of the desoxyn, and I watch cars go by as we navigate a ridiculously strong rainstorm in a chicago suburb. I realize the cars look like animals and wonder if they each have a separate personality. Things begin to seem timeless and the sheets of rain look like a spectacular ballet of wind and droplets, all primed and orchestrated for our entertainment.
"The City"
Time: 8:30pm
We've met up with our friend but missed the train to chicago by literally 5 seconds, so we stop in caboose's (the bar at the train station) to talk for a while. The bar is full, mostly of suburban white collar rich people. The radio is loud, playing a mix of hendrix, techno, ozzie, and some real good underground hip hop. The lights: electric neon red, dripping with the sound of the music. I feel everyone staring at my costume as we seat ourselves. I begin to swim amidst the sweaty glow of the music in the bar, and I feel like I have my hand on the rhythmic pulse of some alien nightlife, a culture here that I have absolutely no connection with. Peering out the rain spotted window down the metra tracks, I notice the electric edge of the speed still present, fizzing with the mescaline in my spine as if beckoning me down the line along a waiting train, merging with the potential excitement of the city rush, all backlit by the effervesent sheets of drizzle still seemingly dancing through the air.
I swig a high life and an mgd, eager to replace the alcohol that has slowly faded from my system. The night now feels more fluid, like things are working out extremely smoothly. I get the idea that i now fully understand "the high life", and i make some remark to my friends about the series of commercials. I notice that my ego, somewhere along the line, has been dissolved into the rain and the neon glow. I am mookie blaylock. And i am also the electric edge of the city nightlife, as well as a party veteran with just the right tools.
Time: 9:30-10:30pm
On the train, as we thunder towards the city in the rain. I feel like i am heading towards destiny itself. As the trip grows stronger, mild apprehension is cast in a faded and dirty yellow fluorescent hue inside the grungy metra car.
I question whether i've taken too much mescaline, but i cannot remember exactly what any of it means, and so I shrug off the disquiet with the recollection that this is going to be one of the best nights of all time. I meditate for 40 minutes on the opiate glow while my friends discuss the nintendo DS.
Time: 10:30-11:30pm
Downtown chicago at ogilvie station. First time in chicago on drugs. Only the 3rd time in downtown chicago period. I feel like i'm at the nexus of civilization. Buildings appear about 2-3x taller than they actually are. We smoke a bowl in an alley and grab some tacos from Tbell in ogilvie. I feel the dizzying height of all of the towers around me and realize that, having no idea where i am or where i am going. No worries: surrender is very relaxing. I follow my friend (veteran chicagoan) through the downtown streets without a care in the world. The night is pressing in but I am covered in a warm opiate blanket. Waxed mercedes drive by glistening in a shiny metallic coat of rain and glow from the stoplights. I feel the cool blue glow of their headlights surround me in further morphine bliss. We head onto the EL towards wicker park (location of the party). I talk nonsense to a bum on the train station before stepping on, just for fun. The train tunnel seems endless and much wider than it actually is. The train station feels like the train station in the matrix, and for a brief moment, i dream that i am in the matrix, with the recollection of the smooth sheet of liquid metal that has twined around neo after he touched the silver mirror. I feel this same feeling as the mescaline's buzz gently tugs at my skin.
Time: 11:30pm
We arrive at the party a little while after the peak of the mescaline is wearing down, and i no longer feel as speedy, however, the morphine is still buzzing and i am ready to rock due to the re-energizing effect of the tacos. Luckily, the party is just starting, and i am blaylock. The partygoers are all around 22-23 years old, and everyone is in costume.! The perfect environment for trippin and gettin crunk. The music is extremely loud: chemical brothers mixed with top 40 mixed with daft punk. I take 4 shots and begin mingling. The mescaline body buzz fades into the alcohol buzz, but the trippiness remains. The trip becomes a role play in my costume. As i get tipsy, a beer pong game becomes a mock basketball game in which i am the star. I ask people the stories behind their costume and weave a fantastic tale for my friends. I enjoy being the only one on drugs. I dont have to deal with people asking me about my high or going on and on about their high, and am able to just enjoy the moment. I feel like i am in on a special and magic moment and that everything is significant and that we are all having the best time that anyone has ever had in the entire world. The alcohol allows me to empathize my high onto others and I subconsciously believe that everyone is feeling as euphoric and magical as i am.
Time: 4:30am
In the past 5 hours, i've had 2 additional beers, and a couple glasses of very strong wop (30% vodka, 70% punch for those who dont know), which were all necessary to power through the desoxyn and the mescaline stimulation. Needless to say, at this point i am drunk out of my mind. The party progressed with meeting about 15 new people, talking with them for several hours (socializing was the most euphoric that it has ever been - i had a HUGE empathy and love factor going on), a few more games of beer pong, and the usual flirtation antics. I pass out with a chick on the couch - the last thought in my mind: "I wonder if morphine and alcohol was a bad idea"
Time: 7:30am
Pop another 5mg desoxyn, and the word crash is out of my vocabulary for at least another 6 hours. I feel like i'm just finishing the mescaline trip, which is good, and I'm almost back to myself. Luckily i'm still drunk, so i dont have any problem freaking out about how fucked up i am. The desoxyn powers through and saves the day as always, and we wander around chicago for a few hours in the early morning sunlight, which somehow feels beautiful on my face and arms (remnants of the mesc, apparently). Then we take the metra home to geneva (significantly less fun this time) to play 5 hours of videogames before we head back on the interstate to my hometown.
Hope this report isnt too long. Hell, if it is, i hope it was at least fun. If not, whatever. It's good to get my thoughts down on paper before it fades from my mind. Definitely one of the best nights i've had in my life, and only a few other drug experiences have matched it.
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Yes this is a little late as far as a writeup goes, but my brain has been fried recently (too much drug use) and only now am I writing it up, so sorry if it's light on substance or a little vague. Also, as a disclaimer, driving while tripping is extremely dangerous and is not recommended. However !! this night i ingested a standardized mescaline dose that I knew ahead of time that I would be able to handle And: this drug combo was seriously fucked up, but then again, if you party: party hard.
Knowing people get different things out of experience reports, i've divided it into 3 sections - the setup - the road trip, and the city. for drug comeup and the experience of driving on mescaline and morphine - check out the "road trip" section. for the meat of the partying itself, check out the "city" section.
First i'll outline what all i ingested, to sort of brief people on what is coming up.
Beers/Drinks: 15 (high alcohol tolerance)
Mescaline: rough approximation: 225mg (very experienced with mescaline)
Morphine: 25mg xr orally (no morphine tolerance)
Methamphetamine: 15mg orally, as desoxyn. (medium tolerance, very experienced with stimulants)
Pot: 3 bowls (low tolerance)
Ondansetron: 8mg (serotonin antagonist for those who arent familiar, it blocks psychedelic induced nausea)
This report might be too fucked up to post, but let me tell you, the night was seriously worth it.
"The setup"
So it's 4pm on the friday of halloween week (actually the week before), and I still dont have plans. Traditionally halloween partying has been the highlight of my partying career throughout the year, so i knew i had to figure out something fast. I hadnt partied too hard or too successfully all year, in fact, so i decided i was going to make everything count on this one night.
Suddenly an opportunity arose for us in downtown chicago (word of a party). Where i live is about 3.5 hours away from chicago, so I knew i would have to think fast if i wanted the night to work out perfectly, so I downed a small glass of bourbon to mellow me out and to get into the chill mindset necessary for the planning of a night of ridiculous debauchery. Excited as hell, but still needing a costume, i decided i was going to play up a ridiculous joke between me and one of my chicago friends and go as an old NBA player from the 1994 league featured on NBA jam for SNES. (mookie blaylock). So, after packing all necessary party supplies, I head to the local department store to pick up the last minute athletic apparel. I puffed on a hastily rolled J along the way as I drank approximately 100mg of mescaline tea.
Time: 4:45pm, in sears, the initial mescaline "swimming" feeling starts to merge with the oncoming pot high and my very slight wooziness from the alcohol. In the dressing room, in the middle of the first rushes of mescaline- i began to get dizzy and just a little bit disoriented. I had a bit of trouble picking out which track pants i needed, so I figured a 2.5 hour drive was going to be a little difficult. Thus, with this in mind, I took a fiver of desoxyn (methamphetamine), figuring it would bring me up to speed and enhance the stimulant high of the mescaline.
15 minutes later after having a weird time with the track pants, I was checking out at sears in the midst of an oncoming mescaline and speed rush. Electric shivers were going up and down my spine, and I felt like i was beginning to get back on top of the world. I smirked at the store cashier with a euphoric all-knowing smile, as if she only wished she knew what was in store for my halloween night, and then i was off on to the road.
20 minutes later on the road, with the desoxyn rush mellowing out, i get a sudden urge to up the dose, and I take another 5mg to give me a better drive. I wonder if it's too strong, and will overpower my mescaline tranquility and balancedness - so i drink another 125mg of the mescaline tea. Promptly after finishing this, I realize i have stimulated and tripped myself into a corner, and that tonight's goal is to get mostly fucked up, not to be on a mad speedy trip in front of a bunch of non drug using partiers that i dont know downtown, so I pop 25mg worth of morphine xr in a shot of bourbon to mellow out the uppers. Nausea taken care of conveniently with a 4mg ondansetron.
The roadtrip has begun, and I am coming on what appears to be the high of my life.
From here on out, it's all about one of the top 3 drug experiences i've ever had.
"The Road Trip"
For those who are wondering just how screwed up this guy is, let me describe to you in the coming sentences just how these 3 magic substances combine together, and how calculated and awesome the night became.
Time: 6:00pm
Mescaline is coming on harder now. My body begins experiencing the melting and stretching sensations we've all come to love from PEAs. The road and my car also feel wider and more rubbery. Uh oh. Good thing it's past rush hour and the ease of a straight out interstate run is in my favor. The music i'm listening to begins to feel like it is the motive force that is carrying my car along the highway. The desoxyn euphoria is propelling the mescaline euphoria and I realize that I am unstoppable. The cold calculating edge of the meth is working in my favor as i calmly and precisely keep control of my vehicle even while I feel that my car has suddenly started swimming down the highway instead of driving.
Time: 6:25pm.
At a best buy store wondering if i should buy a new audio accessory. This is the result of pot, desoxyn, and mescaline. The desoxyn has gotten me focused on making sure everything is perfect, and the mescaline is allowing me to consider strange courses of action and the idea that searching through a best buy store could be a ridiculous adventure. It turned out that it was just a mistake from the speed and that i was indeed tweaking out. Unfortunately i didnt realize this until I had wasted 15 minutes and became that much more tripped out. Damn. I had better get to the suburbs (geneva) before i was unable to drive. Luckily i met a friend who worked at the particular best buy, and in my crazy basketball outfit and with wide tripping eyes I convinced him that I was having the best night of my life and that he should "go home sick" and come with me to chicago.
Time: 7pm
The trip has finished its first wave of arrival. (mescaline arrives in waves usually). The morphine is wearing in. For those that havent tried it - mescaline and morphine is probably the best combination i've ever tried in all my drug years. The warmth of the morphine enveloped me in a 3 dimensional way as I drove. The mood enhancing effect allowed me to believe in my tripped out state that i had somehow entered heaven on earth, at least for my body. The waves of mescaline warmth merged with the opiate warmth and became the most intense bliss that I had ever known. I remarked to my friend that the car felt like it was riding on clouds and that my seat felt like it was having sex with my brain.
Time: 8pm
Stopping at culvers, I realize the trip is becoming too intense to drive. Somehow i order a sandwich to satisfy my opiate induced munchies. Waste of money. 10 minutes later I throw the sandwich out after deciding fast food is actually made out of bad tasting cardboard (which is what it tasted like on mescaline). My friend drives as the cars whiz by me. I'm still blissed out on the morphine but i'm not too dreamlike (which is good) because of the desoxyn, and I watch cars go by as we navigate a ridiculously strong rainstorm in a chicago suburb. I realize the cars look like animals and wonder if they each have a separate personality. Things begin to seem timeless and the sheets of rain look like a spectacular ballet of wind and droplets, all primed and orchestrated for our entertainment.
"The City"
Time: 8:30pm
We've met up with our friend but missed the train to chicago by literally 5 seconds, so we stop in caboose's (the bar at the train station) to talk for a while. The bar is full, mostly of suburban white collar rich people. The radio is loud, playing a mix of hendrix, techno, ozzie, and some real good underground hip hop. The lights: electric neon red, dripping with the sound of the music. I feel everyone staring at my costume as we seat ourselves. I begin to swim amidst the sweaty glow of the music in the bar, and I feel like I have my hand on the rhythmic pulse of some alien nightlife, a culture here that I have absolutely no connection with. Peering out the rain spotted window down the metra tracks, I notice the electric edge of the speed still present, fizzing with the mescaline in my spine as if beckoning me down the line along a waiting train, merging with the potential excitement of the city rush, all backlit by the effervesent sheets of drizzle still seemingly dancing through the air.
I swig a high life and an mgd, eager to replace the alcohol that has slowly faded from my system. The night now feels more fluid, like things are working out extremely smoothly. I get the idea that i now fully understand "the high life", and i make some remark to my friends about the series of commercials. I notice that my ego, somewhere along the line, has been dissolved into the rain and the neon glow. I am mookie blaylock. And i am also the electric edge of the city nightlife, as well as a party veteran with just the right tools.
Time: 9:30-10:30pm
On the train, as we thunder towards the city in the rain. I feel like i am heading towards destiny itself. As the trip grows stronger, mild apprehension is cast in a faded and dirty yellow fluorescent hue inside the grungy metra car.
I question whether i've taken too much mescaline, but i cannot remember exactly what any of it means, and so I shrug off the disquiet with the recollection that this is going to be one of the best nights of all time. I meditate for 40 minutes on the opiate glow while my friends discuss the nintendo DS.
Time: 10:30-11:30pm
Downtown chicago at ogilvie station. First time in chicago on drugs. Only the 3rd time in downtown chicago period. I feel like i'm at the nexus of civilization. Buildings appear about 2-3x taller than they actually are. We smoke a bowl in an alley and grab some tacos from Tbell in ogilvie. I feel the dizzying height of all of the towers around me and realize that, having no idea where i am or where i am going. No worries: surrender is very relaxing. I follow my friend (veteran chicagoan) through the downtown streets without a care in the world. The night is pressing in but I am covered in a warm opiate blanket. Waxed mercedes drive by glistening in a shiny metallic coat of rain and glow from the stoplights. I feel the cool blue glow of their headlights surround me in further morphine bliss. We head onto the EL towards wicker park (location of the party). I talk nonsense to a bum on the train station before stepping on, just for fun. The train tunnel seems endless and much wider than it actually is. The train station feels like the train station in the matrix, and for a brief moment, i dream that i am in the matrix, with the recollection of the smooth sheet of liquid metal that has twined around neo after he touched the silver mirror. I feel this same feeling as the mescaline's buzz gently tugs at my skin.
Time: 11:30pm
We arrive at the party a little while after the peak of the mescaline is wearing down, and i no longer feel as speedy, however, the morphine is still buzzing and i am ready to rock due to the re-energizing effect of the tacos. Luckily, the party is just starting, and i am blaylock. The partygoers are all around 22-23 years old, and everyone is in costume.! The perfect environment for trippin and gettin crunk. The music is extremely loud: chemical brothers mixed with top 40 mixed with daft punk. I take 4 shots and begin mingling. The mescaline body buzz fades into the alcohol buzz, but the trippiness remains. The trip becomes a role play in my costume. As i get tipsy, a beer pong game becomes a mock basketball game in which i am the star. I ask people the stories behind their costume and weave a fantastic tale for my friends. I enjoy being the only one on drugs. I dont have to deal with people asking me about my high or going on and on about their high, and am able to just enjoy the moment. I feel like i am in on a special and magic moment and that everything is significant and that we are all having the best time that anyone has ever had in the entire world. The alcohol allows me to empathize my high onto others and I subconsciously believe that everyone is feeling as euphoric and magical as i am.
Time: 4:30am
In the past 5 hours, i've had 2 additional beers, and a couple glasses of very strong wop (30% vodka, 70% punch for those who dont know), which were all necessary to power through the desoxyn and the mescaline stimulation. Needless to say, at this point i am drunk out of my mind. The party progressed with meeting about 15 new people, talking with them for several hours (socializing was the most euphoric that it has ever been - i had a HUGE empathy and love factor going on), a few more games of beer pong, and the usual flirtation antics. I pass out with a chick on the couch - the last thought in my mind: "I wonder if morphine and alcohol was a bad idea"
Time: 7:30am
Pop another 5mg desoxyn, and the word crash is out of my vocabulary for at least another 6 hours. I feel like i'm just finishing the mescaline trip, which is good, and I'm almost back to myself. Luckily i'm still drunk, so i dont have any problem freaking out about how fucked up i am. The desoxyn powers through and saves the day as always, and we wander around chicago for a few hours in the early morning sunlight, which somehow feels beautiful on my face and arms (remnants of the mesc, apparently). Then we take the metra home to geneva (significantly less fun this time) to play 5 hours of videogames before we head back on the interstate to my hometown.
Hope this report isnt too long. Hell, if it is, i hope it was at least fun. If not, whatever. It's good to get my thoughts down on paper before it fades from my mind. Definitely one of the best nights i've had in my life, and only a few other drug experiences have matched it.
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