badboybrian
Bluelight Crew
After a 12 hour day party, dropping 2 pills and railing a few lines of coke, I arrive at the afterparty at around 2:45am. We were the last to arrive. We walk in and everyone had already begun the tweek session. The bubble gets passed to me. Ive only tweeked once before off 4-MAR, but I did the foil/bic pen method. I'd never smoked out of a glass pipe before. I had someone else torch it up for me while I held the pipe. He tells me when to start up. With a wave of my hand, I tell him I'm out of breath and pull the torch away. I exhale a thick cloud of white smoke. The hand I used to hold the pipe began to feel "pins and needles". It was an interesting feeling. Taking my second hit, I could hardly keep grasp on the pipe. I was having trouble holding it up. Heh. Again, I exhale a thick cloud of white smoke. Not bad for a first timer, eh?
The session continues for a little while longer. Everyone leaves the room and returns, being tweekers, just trying to be all over the place. On the way to the afterparty, I had fallen asleep for a bit. Now, I'm completely awake and aware. I notice that I begin to talk a whole lot more than I usually do. A couple others kinda look at me and start giggling, "He's tweekin'!" Hehehe. I begin to go into indepth conversations about tweek and coke and all sorts of other things. My social ability increased immensely.
We continue to have tweek sessions for the next few hours, pretty much until after the sun came up. I noticed I smoked a whole lot more. Somewhat more than when I'm rolling off pills. The entire night was just ridden in numerous conversations. From reciting movie quotes, to talking about music and DJs, to many other things I cannot recall.
At about 6am, I begin to think about my big brother from my fraternity. He had moved down to the area I was staying and I hadn't seen him in over 6 months. I wanted to give him a call. The only thing was...I did not have any contact information from him.
Tweeker Mission 1: Getting a Hold of my Big Bro. I searched through my wallet to see if I had his number written down. Nothing. I hesitated to call another friend to get his number. Again, its 6am on a sunday morning. Who would be awake...that's sober? I decide to call him anyway. No answer, of course. I continue to call and hang up for the next couple hours. I decide to go to the computer room to see if maybe I had it in any of my emails. Nothing. Then I was told to check whitepages.com. What a concept! Hehe. I found a name and a number that resembled the house number that my big bro was living in. I thought I found it. I called that number, and again, no answer. I do it again a few more times that hour. All the same response. I decide to give it a rest.
Around 9:30am, I decide to give it one last shot. There was only one problem. I seem to have lost the matchbook that I wrote the phone number in.
Tweeker Mission 2: Find that Phone Number. Pretty much everyone that was there smoked. So there were a ton of matches everywhere. I looked through every single book and couldn't find anything. I even double checked a few times. How could this book of matches have gone away from me? After about a half hour, a friend tells me she's found it. Sweet! I call, again...no answer. So I pretty much gave up.
For some reason, I decide to draw. I asked for a piece of paper and some markers. I thought about a new cigarette box targeted towards the teen market. Hehe. Dont ask.
Tweeker Mission 3: Market Cigarettes to Teenagers. I began to get deep into creating the "New and Improved" Marlboro Milds box. Midway through my masterpiece, I get a phone call. It was my friend whom I called early on to get my big bro's phone number. I tell him what I needed and he gives it to me. I was so involved with my work of art that, instead of calling him, I continued on until I was finished.
Its about 1:30pm now, and about that time for us to go home.
Tweeker Mission 4: Drive 9 Hours to get Home. We said our goodbyes and we were on our way. I decided I wanted to drive the entire way up for several reasons. Permanent front seat privledges, plus radio and a/c controls. It begins to get dark and we are about 2 hours away from home. I had been awake for about 40 hours now. Along with sleep deprivation comes the OEVs. At first, I noticed the shrubs on the side of the freeway began jumping towards my lane. Then roadsigns begin hopping up and down. They grabbed my attention, but not enough for me to be concerned. We then hit a bend on the freeway, and the trees hanging overhead began to reach towards the car. Not just like one or two trees, but like a whole row of trees trying to reach down for us. Okay, now I was tripping. I yelled out an "OH MAH GAWD!" everyone else asks if I was okay. I tell them all that we need to pull over to switch drivers.
It wasnt so much that the visuals were tripping me out. It was more that the visuals were comin on pretty hardcore. (i forgot to mention that i did a bump of K earlier too. this may have caused the more pronounced visuals)
We pulled over to do the switch. As I get out, I notice the road breathing. We all jump back into the car and drive off. The trees and shrubs and road signs were still doin their thing. I look over to the left and I see a witch on a broom, riding the fast lane.
Around 10:30pm, we get to my place and I get dropped off. I walk to my room noticing the walls breathing. The pictures on my posters against my wall begin to distort. I jump on my computer for a few minutes and then knock the hell out. Not before I call my boss' extension to leave a message saying that I will not be coming into work the next day. There was no way I was coming in, as cracked out as I was. As soon as my head hit the pillow, my 2 day trip to wonderland came to an end.
[ 03 July 2002: Message edited by: badboybrian ]
[ 03 July 2002: Message edited by: badboybrian ]
The session continues for a little while longer. Everyone leaves the room and returns, being tweekers, just trying to be all over the place. On the way to the afterparty, I had fallen asleep for a bit. Now, I'm completely awake and aware. I notice that I begin to talk a whole lot more than I usually do. A couple others kinda look at me and start giggling, "He's tweekin'!" Hehehe. I begin to go into indepth conversations about tweek and coke and all sorts of other things. My social ability increased immensely.
We continue to have tweek sessions for the next few hours, pretty much until after the sun came up. I noticed I smoked a whole lot more. Somewhat more than when I'm rolling off pills. The entire night was just ridden in numerous conversations. From reciting movie quotes, to talking about music and DJs, to many other things I cannot recall.
At about 6am, I begin to think about my big brother from my fraternity. He had moved down to the area I was staying and I hadn't seen him in over 6 months. I wanted to give him a call. The only thing was...I did not have any contact information from him.
Tweeker Mission 1: Getting a Hold of my Big Bro. I searched through my wallet to see if I had his number written down. Nothing. I hesitated to call another friend to get his number. Again, its 6am on a sunday morning. Who would be awake...that's sober? I decide to call him anyway. No answer, of course. I continue to call and hang up for the next couple hours. I decide to go to the computer room to see if maybe I had it in any of my emails. Nothing. Then I was told to check whitepages.com. What a concept! Hehe. I found a name and a number that resembled the house number that my big bro was living in. I thought I found it. I called that number, and again, no answer. I do it again a few more times that hour. All the same response. I decide to give it a rest.
Around 9:30am, I decide to give it one last shot. There was only one problem. I seem to have lost the matchbook that I wrote the phone number in.
Tweeker Mission 2: Find that Phone Number. Pretty much everyone that was there smoked. So there were a ton of matches everywhere. I looked through every single book and couldn't find anything. I even double checked a few times. How could this book of matches have gone away from me? After about a half hour, a friend tells me she's found it. Sweet! I call, again...no answer. So I pretty much gave up.
For some reason, I decide to draw. I asked for a piece of paper and some markers. I thought about a new cigarette box targeted towards the teen market. Hehe. Dont ask.
Tweeker Mission 3: Market Cigarettes to Teenagers. I began to get deep into creating the "New and Improved" Marlboro Milds box. Midway through my masterpiece, I get a phone call. It was my friend whom I called early on to get my big bro's phone number. I tell him what I needed and he gives it to me. I was so involved with my work of art that, instead of calling him, I continued on until I was finished.
Its about 1:30pm now, and about that time for us to go home.
Tweeker Mission 4: Drive 9 Hours to get Home. We said our goodbyes and we were on our way. I decided I wanted to drive the entire way up for several reasons. Permanent front seat privledges, plus radio and a/c controls. It begins to get dark and we are about 2 hours away from home. I had been awake for about 40 hours now. Along with sleep deprivation comes the OEVs. At first, I noticed the shrubs on the side of the freeway began jumping towards my lane. Then roadsigns begin hopping up and down. They grabbed my attention, but not enough for me to be concerned. We then hit a bend on the freeway, and the trees hanging overhead began to reach towards the car. Not just like one or two trees, but like a whole row of trees trying to reach down for us. Okay, now I was tripping. I yelled out an "OH MAH GAWD!" everyone else asks if I was okay. I tell them all that we need to pull over to switch drivers.
It wasnt so much that the visuals were tripping me out. It was more that the visuals were comin on pretty hardcore. (i forgot to mention that i did a bump of K earlier too. this may have caused the more pronounced visuals)
We pulled over to do the switch. As I get out, I notice the road breathing. We all jump back into the car and drive off. The trees and shrubs and road signs were still doin their thing. I look over to the left and I see a witch on a broom, riding the fast lane.
Around 10:30pm, we get to my place and I get dropped off. I walk to my room noticing the walls breathing. The pictures on my posters against my wall begin to distort. I jump on my computer for a few minutes and then knock the hell out. Not before I call my boss' extension to leave a message saying that I will not be coming into work the next day. There was no way I was coming in, as cracked out as I was. As soon as my head hit the pillow, my 2 day trip to wonderland came to an end.
[ 03 July 2002: Message edited by: badboybrian ]
[ 03 July 2002: Message edited by: badboybrian ]
