driver_red
Bluelighter
(going to follow the guide here, my first report (and use))
Description: Crushed, crystal methamphetamine. Not sure of the precise dose, but seems to be perhaps a point, no more (in my inexperience I can't tell). I guess it's worth noting that I was lucky to get (what seems to be) an adequate dose here, I did trust the guys who introduced me to it. To my eyes, it appeared as fine, clear/whiteish crystals, that didnt look much in a stick bag. Was administered orally, 'bombed', all at once.
Brief experience: Casual cannabis use in small (1 cone maximum), infrequent doess (2 - 3 times a year). Limited experiences with Dexamphetamines (4 uses, 4/5 pills).
Brief history: 21 year old, asthmatic (seems to flare up in the cold), on no particular medication. That said, I guess I'm not as fit as I should be. Just stopped smoking (cigarettes), after a year and a half, two weeks ago.
(I'm apologising in advance if I do this wrong, I've been up for, 37 hours for the first time like this. Hopefully this might be informative for a first-timer. Feel free to correct where necessary. Apologies for the length as well)
My personal motivation for recreational drugs has always been fairly low. Between that and a combination of availability (which turns out is my 'percieved availability' really), I guess I've just never thought too hard about trying them.
As the guys (mainly, not many girls) I know started getting into different things, they'd always tell me I should try them, join in sometime, and I'd always agree. "Yeh, sure", I'd say, and I think on more than one occasion the phrase "Yeh, I'm dead keen" was used.
I think this was personally the easiest way out for me, to sort of register some vague interest in it for the future. I never had a problem with the way they chose to enjoy themselves, be it pills, or speed, (I was over the canabis "hump" I guess) but as I said, I'd never thought too hard about it, not enough to commit to joining them the next time.
Before, anyway.
I can remember agreeing to try (what we were just calling "whiz"), but never thought of it as a likelihood, or never thought of it as a concrete action. Even when I was telephoned to confirm, I still don't think, I thought I'd actually go through with it.
Looking back I guess it's funny the way things go.
(Around this time, I started doing heavy reading into MDMA, and found BlueLight, just to satisfy my own personal curiosity (I used to be a Psych major). For some reason I didn't read much about Meth.)
So we attended a New Years Day event. The timing was 12pm - 12am. Big tent show, 10's of thousands of people, supposedly very boozy. I think the original plan was that we needed something to keep us awake, so that we could take advantage of the (pre-paid-for) booze for 12 hours.
Of course I decided to go out alone on New Years Eve, had a nice tender hangover, and by the time we arrived, drinking for 12 hours was the last thing on my mind. Everyone was getting stuck into the alcohol and I was generally thinking how long 12 hours could be in practice, with nothing to do.
At about two o'clock, the guys involved, decided it was time for the first hit. At this stage I was feeling odd, and nervous. I think it was mostly the prospect of doing a drug I'd never tried, didn't have much practical idea of how to use, or what to be prepared for, and without the safety of a friend's home or similar. This was coupled with the fact that I didn't know a lot of people there.
On top of this, I saw a girl I hadn't seen for 3 years, but I wasn't confident enough to go and speak to her.
I guess I was just feeling odd, and although they tried to persuade me otherwise, I declined on the drugs, handed them back to the person I got them from, and decided a drink might sort me out.
The afternoon wore on and it got to the stage where they were heading for their second hit around 6pm. Again they asked me if I'd like some and, seeing as the practicallity was drawing close, I decided to have a solid think on it. If I was going to do this I wanted to do it of my own accord.
I decided to try it.
I was told it wasn't much more than Dexies really. I wasn't told it was Meth, not normal speed (if there is such a thing, again.. my inexperience may get in the way of the facts here, apologies).
I 'bombed' and didn't feel anything. But I knew it'd come on at some stage. I sat around for about 40 minutes before things started tingling. Within a further 10 minutes, things were fantastic.
I can't pretend to sit here and not smile, remembering the euphoria. I talked the guy next to me's ear off I think. Everything was so much more intense. I could smile at people walking past for no apparent reason.
I think mostly the intensity of everything was what I was taken in by. Thing's were so interesting. And funny. I'm still making the faces.
I was here informed that it was Meth I had taken, not speed. I pretty much ignored the fact. "It's crystals, not powder". I was also really surprised that I was sitting down. But the brilliance just kept washing over me, and I didn't want to do anything, not move even. I kind of realised my foot was twitching without me thinking about it.
The peak lasted about 40 minutes I think, although I can't be sure of the timing, it may have been an hour or so.
I can remember the exact point when the peak stopped. I stood up. And thought to myself. Shit. Send me back 30 minutes please. I guess it also gave me a bit of an insight into something I'd never previously experienced. "I want to go back to how good it was feeling." Some things about addiction I keep reading.
I still felt great just, something was missing. We discussed black voids opening up in our chests. I kept chatting and gradually, got used to the newer feeling.
I saw the girl again, smiled, and she recognised me. We talked for 30 minutes, which is longer than we had since we broke up. It actually made me really happy. For some reason this clinched the night, more than the original euphoria. Maybe it was just the chemicals enhancing. It's hard to say now.
I guess I was coming down just after that, but I had no desire to have any more Meth (not that we had any). I'd sort of forgotten about the deficit between the initial peak I think, and I was still having enough fun. Chatting to everyone I even vaguely knew. Dancing (I'm no dancer.. trust me).
My friend had insuflated twice as much as I'd had, and on top of that was extremely pissed. I started worrying about him, as he didn't have any balance. Although he's experienced (with all sorts of speed I thought) I didn't quite know what was going to happen.
He was pretty messed up. But he was pretty much in his own world. He asked me the same question 15 times in about that many minutes. We kept an eye on him, but didn't really know what else to do.
We left at about 10pm, went to a friends and lay in a spa for about 3 hours. In hindsight, I was way too dehydrated to be in there for so long. But we talked the whole time. Not quite sure what about.
Eventually I got a lift home around 1.
I didn't quite know what to expect for comedown, and the day after. I'd only ever been kept awake chemically before, on Dexies once, but the inability to sleep was usually negligible to me.
Not true as it turns out.
For the next six hours I counted my watch beeping every hour, on the hour. I'd been warned the comedown from Meth would "... be horrible. Really bad, pills (MDMA) are so much nicer.", a friend told me, although I didn't have experience in the base case to compare it with there.
To be honest, nothing about it was that terrible. I should've just got up, watched television, read a book, and sat at the computer. I wasn't going to sleep, so lying in bed wasn't doing me any good. Every now and then, I could feel my body trying really hard to get some sleep. I'd feel my head drop, and a blackness sort of fill me up. Like properly going to sleep is, but holding on at the last minute.
My mind just wouldn't detach.
I guess lying in bed that whole time was the comedown, I drank plenty of water, and I coped without much of a problem. All today I've been slightly scattered. But no more so than if I stay up for 2 days without amphetemines, and I'm just really tired. I've had alcohol-induced hangovers that caused me a lot more trouble and pain.
Medically, I feel okay. Some interesting things I noticed, that I don't think I'd read about before I'd had it.
Meth makes your capillaries contract somewhat I think. For me, with asthma, this meant I had trouble breathing on several occasions. (I wondered why I was weezing in a warm spa). Luckily, this was confined mainly to the comedown, and was a good 5-6 hours after comeup. It also meant I took several puffs of Ventolin to ease my airways.
I did wonder about the effect of Ventolin (it's a steroid), as I usually feel my heart rate go up when I have some. My heart has also been feeling 'fast', for most of the day, although I've been checking my bpm's, and they're acceptable, but high, (most likely related to my not-so-good general fitness), I don't have a good resting rate usually. It made me a bit edgy this morning during comedown, but has settled now.
Anyway, that's how it went.
Someone told me this morning that Meth is "heavily addictive". Is it physically, or psychologically ?
I don't have a real want to do it again, in a hurry. But I'd still like to do it again sometime. I guess this is partly what I mentioned at the start, about motivation. I can enjoy recreational drugs, but don't seem to need them straight away. I wouldn't imagine I'd have anymore for at least a month or two, due to full time work.
Next time I'd plan a bit better, know how much and exactly what I'm taking. Maybe I'll try MDMA. Meth was a great feeling, and it still makes me grin. I really _did_ love it to be honest. But I feel I can choose when I want to have any more, or when I don't.
Am I being naive ?
Description: Crushed, crystal methamphetamine. Not sure of the precise dose, but seems to be perhaps a point, no more (in my inexperience I can't tell). I guess it's worth noting that I was lucky to get (what seems to be) an adequate dose here, I did trust the guys who introduced me to it. To my eyes, it appeared as fine, clear/whiteish crystals, that didnt look much in a stick bag. Was administered orally, 'bombed', all at once.
Brief experience: Casual cannabis use in small (1 cone maximum), infrequent doess (2 - 3 times a year). Limited experiences with Dexamphetamines (4 uses, 4/5 pills).
Brief history: 21 year old, asthmatic (seems to flare up in the cold), on no particular medication. That said, I guess I'm not as fit as I should be. Just stopped smoking (cigarettes), after a year and a half, two weeks ago.
(I'm apologising in advance if I do this wrong, I've been up for, 37 hours for the first time like this. Hopefully this might be informative for a first-timer. Feel free to correct where necessary. Apologies for the length as well)
My personal motivation for recreational drugs has always been fairly low. Between that and a combination of availability (which turns out is my 'percieved availability' really), I guess I've just never thought too hard about trying them.
As the guys (mainly, not many girls) I know started getting into different things, they'd always tell me I should try them, join in sometime, and I'd always agree. "Yeh, sure", I'd say, and I think on more than one occasion the phrase "Yeh, I'm dead keen" was used.
I think this was personally the easiest way out for me, to sort of register some vague interest in it for the future. I never had a problem with the way they chose to enjoy themselves, be it pills, or speed, (I was over the canabis "hump" I guess) but as I said, I'd never thought too hard about it, not enough to commit to joining them the next time.
Before, anyway.
I can remember agreeing to try (what we were just calling "whiz"), but never thought of it as a likelihood, or never thought of it as a concrete action. Even when I was telephoned to confirm, I still don't think, I thought I'd actually go through with it.
Looking back I guess it's funny the way things go.
(Around this time, I started doing heavy reading into MDMA, and found BlueLight, just to satisfy my own personal curiosity (I used to be a Psych major). For some reason I didn't read much about Meth.)
So we attended a New Years Day event. The timing was 12pm - 12am. Big tent show, 10's of thousands of people, supposedly very boozy. I think the original plan was that we needed something to keep us awake, so that we could take advantage of the (pre-paid-for) booze for 12 hours.
Of course I decided to go out alone on New Years Eve, had a nice tender hangover, and by the time we arrived, drinking for 12 hours was the last thing on my mind. Everyone was getting stuck into the alcohol and I was generally thinking how long 12 hours could be in practice, with nothing to do.
At about two o'clock, the guys involved, decided it was time for the first hit. At this stage I was feeling odd, and nervous. I think it was mostly the prospect of doing a drug I'd never tried, didn't have much practical idea of how to use, or what to be prepared for, and without the safety of a friend's home or similar. This was coupled with the fact that I didn't know a lot of people there.
On top of this, I saw a girl I hadn't seen for 3 years, but I wasn't confident enough to go and speak to her.
I guess I was just feeling odd, and although they tried to persuade me otherwise, I declined on the drugs, handed them back to the person I got them from, and decided a drink might sort me out.
The afternoon wore on and it got to the stage where they were heading for their second hit around 6pm. Again they asked me if I'd like some and, seeing as the practicallity was drawing close, I decided to have a solid think on it. If I was going to do this I wanted to do it of my own accord.
I decided to try it.
I was told it wasn't much more than Dexies really. I wasn't told it was Meth, not normal speed (if there is such a thing, again.. my inexperience may get in the way of the facts here, apologies).
I 'bombed' and didn't feel anything. But I knew it'd come on at some stage. I sat around for about 40 minutes before things started tingling. Within a further 10 minutes, things were fantastic.
I can't pretend to sit here and not smile, remembering the euphoria. I talked the guy next to me's ear off I think. Everything was so much more intense. I could smile at people walking past for no apparent reason.
I think mostly the intensity of everything was what I was taken in by. Thing's were so interesting. And funny. I'm still making the faces.
I was here informed that it was Meth I had taken, not speed. I pretty much ignored the fact. "It's crystals, not powder". I was also really surprised that I was sitting down. But the brilliance just kept washing over me, and I didn't want to do anything, not move even. I kind of realised my foot was twitching without me thinking about it.
The peak lasted about 40 minutes I think, although I can't be sure of the timing, it may have been an hour or so.
I can remember the exact point when the peak stopped. I stood up. And thought to myself. Shit. Send me back 30 minutes please. I guess it also gave me a bit of an insight into something I'd never previously experienced. "I want to go back to how good it was feeling." Some things about addiction I keep reading.
I still felt great just, something was missing. We discussed black voids opening up in our chests. I kept chatting and gradually, got used to the newer feeling.
I saw the girl again, smiled, and she recognised me. We talked for 30 minutes, which is longer than we had since we broke up. It actually made me really happy. For some reason this clinched the night, more than the original euphoria. Maybe it was just the chemicals enhancing. It's hard to say now.
I guess I was coming down just after that, but I had no desire to have any more Meth (not that we had any). I'd sort of forgotten about the deficit between the initial peak I think, and I was still having enough fun. Chatting to everyone I even vaguely knew. Dancing (I'm no dancer.. trust me).
My friend had insuflated twice as much as I'd had, and on top of that was extremely pissed. I started worrying about him, as he didn't have any balance. Although he's experienced (with all sorts of speed I thought) I didn't quite know what was going to happen.
He was pretty messed up. But he was pretty much in his own world. He asked me the same question 15 times in about that many minutes. We kept an eye on him, but didn't really know what else to do.
We left at about 10pm, went to a friends and lay in a spa for about 3 hours. In hindsight, I was way too dehydrated to be in there for so long. But we talked the whole time. Not quite sure what about.
Eventually I got a lift home around 1.
I didn't quite know what to expect for comedown, and the day after. I'd only ever been kept awake chemically before, on Dexies once, but the inability to sleep was usually negligible to me.
Not true as it turns out.
For the next six hours I counted my watch beeping every hour, on the hour. I'd been warned the comedown from Meth would "... be horrible. Really bad, pills (MDMA) are so much nicer.", a friend told me, although I didn't have experience in the base case to compare it with there.
To be honest, nothing about it was that terrible. I should've just got up, watched television, read a book, and sat at the computer. I wasn't going to sleep, so lying in bed wasn't doing me any good. Every now and then, I could feel my body trying really hard to get some sleep. I'd feel my head drop, and a blackness sort of fill me up. Like properly going to sleep is, but holding on at the last minute.
My mind just wouldn't detach.
I guess lying in bed that whole time was the comedown, I drank plenty of water, and I coped without much of a problem. All today I've been slightly scattered. But no more so than if I stay up for 2 days without amphetemines, and I'm just really tired. I've had alcohol-induced hangovers that caused me a lot more trouble and pain.
Medically, I feel okay. Some interesting things I noticed, that I don't think I'd read about before I'd had it.
Meth makes your capillaries contract somewhat I think. For me, with asthma, this meant I had trouble breathing on several occasions. (I wondered why I was weezing in a warm spa). Luckily, this was confined mainly to the comedown, and was a good 5-6 hours after comeup. It also meant I took several puffs of Ventolin to ease my airways.
I did wonder about the effect of Ventolin (it's a steroid), as I usually feel my heart rate go up when I have some. My heart has also been feeling 'fast', for most of the day, although I've been checking my bpm's, and they're acceptable, but high, (most likely related to my not-so-good general fitness), I don't have a good resting rate usually. It made me a bit edgy this morning during comedown, but has settled now.
Anyway, that's how it went.
Someone told me this morning that Meth is "heavily addictive". Is it physically, or psychologically ?
I don't have a real want to do it again, in a hurry. But I'd still like to do it again sometime. I guess this is partly what I mentioned at the start, about motivation. I can enjoy recreational drugs, but don't seem to need them straight away. I wouldn't imagine I'd have anymore for at least a month or two, due to full time work.
Next time I'd plan a bit better, know how much and exactly what I'm taking. Maybe I'll try MDMA. Meth was a great feeling, and it still makes me grin. I really _did_ love it to be honest. But I feel I can choose when I want to have any more, or when I don't.
Am I being naive ?
