Ok just to clarify before I start - although it has only been 2 weeks roughly since I posted about my last crystal methamphetamine experience, it has actually been a month since I last smoked it (I said in my last post that I wanted to wait at least a month between usages) - so I have stuck to my rules.
I arrived late to my friend's house for the pre-party, my friend has slept in (too much xanax 8) ) and not come to pick me up. When I got there I immediatly swapped some of my 2C-B for some of my friend's crystal meth (we had agreed on this beforehand). I had 2 points of crystal, as well as a 26mg cap of 2C-B, 2 more points of base (non-crystal meth), and 6x 5mg instant release oxycodone (for the comedown).
The rave was due to start at 10pm, but being that it was on a boat, we figured it would be 11pm before everyone was aboard and we were able to leave. Thankfully my friend's house was only a 10 min walk from where the boat departed. At about 9.30pm I pulled out one of my points of crystal, emptied THE WHOLE THING into the pipe, took the first toke, went to pass it on, only to realise nobody else wanted any at that point in time. Not wanting to waste any of it, I proceeded to smoke all of it in about 5-10mins! While I do have a minor tolerance to amphetamines built up from semi-regular use of 'base' (the gooey, less potent version of methamphetamine), I had only smoked crystal meth on about 3 or 4 previous occasions. Needless to say I was definatly feeling 'rushes' after that little session. We continued on to the wharf (myself moving faster than usual) that the boat was due to leave from. Just as we left (about 1/4 to 10), a friend of mine dropped a 'double-dipped' tab of LSD, so I was excited that I would have a tripping partner.
What I have failed to mention so far however, is that I was in a city 3 hours drive from my own, with only a handfull of people that I knew, and no close friends were coming. Anyway as I boarded the boat I did note the rather large number of 'lads' (a rather unsavoury gang of people that has been attending raves around here, they usually go out of their way to cause fights, steal, vandalise, and just generally take a lot of the fun out of the events) around, however at this stage it did not phase me. It was about 11.30 that I decided to take my 2C-B. I have found in the past however, that 2C-B does not have much effect on my when taken orally, and due to not having a place to snort (and not wanting to greatly diminish the length of the trip either), I had decided days beforehand to try plugging.
Unfortunatly I could not find a whole lot of information on just how much more effective plugging is, and was in for a shock. I had some experience with 2C-B before, and found 26mg to be quite a nice dosage when taken nasally, but rectally is a whole different question. The 2C-B was already in a gelatin capsule, so I took the easy method, and just stuck it up there as it was.
By the 20 minute mark, I was already feeling the effects slightly - everything was 'amplified', objects became far more interesting, and colours were greatly enhanced. By 30 minutes I was just at the level I wanted, however it did not stop there. I hit my peak at about the 45 minute mark, at which point I really felt quite lost. Things were still very interesting, however it was to the point that I lost interest in the music, and just wandered around the boat aimlessly. In a more familiar environment this probably would not have been a problem, but thankfully the couple of friends I did have there were looking out for me. However things were not too bad at this point, I was able to keep myself together enough to not get kicked off, or fall off - but only just. I really had no idea what was going on around me, and it was definatly a much stronger 'headfuck' than my previous experiences with 2C-B. At about 12.30am however, a small scuffle broke out between a group of 'lads' and a group of ravers, the lads started the fight, and were subsequently kicked off the boat at the next stop. This was the point at which I started to notice just how many of these guys (and girls) were around. I had seen groups of up to 30 or 40 at raves before, but they actually outnumbered the ravers! There must have been 300 of them, and there were only 500 tickets sold. I also realised at this point, that I had been stupid enough to bring my camera and ipod with my in my bag (the 'lads' are famous for being petty thieves), so I was very reluctant to allow my bag to leave my back from here on in. I think this is about the point I started coming down off the crystal meth - although it is hard to say exactly. I did however, have 2 points of base in my pocket, but upon trying to eat half a point (partly to bring me back up from the amphetamine come down, partly hoping to straighten my head out a bit), I found myself completely unable of even performing a function as simple as pulling a bag from my pocket, opening bag, and eating the contents.
The paranoia really started to get bad at this point, I kept thinking that people were talking about me, or when standing on the lower deck I would think that people above were spitting, pointing, and ashing cigarettes at me (they weren't). It didn't get completely out of hand though, I was able to remind myself that I had taken a large dose of 2C-B, by a new (and very effective) method of administration, and that it was all just chemicals playing around with the way I was thinking. It didn't help me have fun, but it did stop me from freaking out at least. Until about 3am I just wandered around aimlessly, trying to regain thought processes, and failing miserably. Thankfully when the boat made another stopover, all of my friends decided that they were not having fun either (for entirely different reasons) and that we should just go back to a friend-of-a-friend's house and listen to music, and have start our afterparty early. However when I got off the boat, I discovered that the friends I knew reasonably well, had changed their mind and stayed on the boat, and I was stuck with a group of people I had only met earlier that afternoon.
It took us about 20 mins to walk back to the friend's house, and thankfully the open air and reduced crowd gave me time to straighten myself out a little. By the time I got to the house, (a little after 4) I had largely regained control. Now the thing I love about psychedelics, is that whenever I take them, I have no desire to redose, or take other drugs - so when I got back there I still had almost all of the 2 points of base remaining. However as most people in the group were meth smokers, I only ended up cutting 1 small line (about 1/3 of a point) before the pipe was passed my way. Up until about 7 or 8 am I managed to refuse the pipe more times than not, but when my closer friends finally turned up, I took out about 1/4 of my remaining point and smoked most of it in one sitting again, I did however, pass the pipe around to 1 or 2 friends for small tokes. Passing it to friends however did not seem to do much to stop the flow of methamphetamines into my lungs, because everytime I would give a friend a toke, I would recieve 2 or 3 in return. We all sat/stood/danced around the room for the next few hours, smoking plenty of meth between us (I was probably the lightest user in the group), and just generally hanging out/talking crap as usual for an afterparty. I realised at about 8.30am that I still had 3/4 of a point remaining, and over the next hour or so, shared it with some of the others (while recieving plenty in return again). By the time 9.30 came around, a lot of the group had left (mostly returning home to spend mother's day with their mother), and lacking something to do, I decided I would clean the pipe.
I would estimate that a good 3 or 4 grams had been put through this pipe since it was last cleaned, but due to the fact that all of the users were experienced, there was very little 'mess'. BUT, there was A LOT of residue at the top of the pipe, and right down the stem. I have no idea just how much was in there, but it took me a good 45 mins-1 hour to clean the pipe, most of that time was spent melting, moving, recrystalising, and then smoking all the residue - and believe me there was lots. The owner of the pipe hated cleaning his pipe, but wanted it looking nice and fresh, and seem as nobody else wanted to help me clean it, I cleaned (read: smoked) the whole thing. It was completely clear by the time I was finished, and I realised soon enough that I had smoked far too much that morning, when I got up and had to catch a train to the other side of the city - alone.
The train ride was not fun, anybody who has smoked methamphetamine before would be able to understand the paranoia that arises when you've just smoked that little bit too much, and catching public transport through a large, unfamiliar city, is a good way to amplify this. The entire train ride I had this aweful feeling that someone was right behind me, about to do something nasty to me. I also had many other paranoid thoughts involving catching the wrong train, getting all my possesions stolen and being bashed, or having sniffer dogs board the train and find my remaining base. I eventually made it to my destination stop, and after waiting a few minutes, the guy who was giving me a lift back to my home town arrived. It was great to see a familiar face and just be able to sit down and 'take a chill pill' - literally.
Soon after we started our 3 hour drive, I decided it would be a good time to have that last ditch attempt at an oxycodone experience. I had 30mgs worth of instant release tablets, and previous experiences told me I would need to do it all at once to feel the effects. It took a good half hour, but it did eventually relax me a bit, once again, absolutely none of the famous euphoria. I probably would have done better to swap the oxycodone for some valium, but at the time I was expecting the oxycodone to have slightly more of an effect. I spent the trip back chatting at a steady pace to the driver of my lift (a good friend of mine obviously), we didn't seem to run out of things to say, but by the time I got home I was well and truely coming down. Not long afterwoulds (about 5pm) I decided to take a nice warm bath, which did far more for relaxing me and bringing me down than the oxycodone.
It's now 7 o'clock and I have to say that the experience certainly has made me reconsider a few things in my life. I am not going to try opiates again, they seem a waste of time, and I don't particularly want to develop a 'taste' for opiates. I have also decided to take a months break from ALL drugs, I have so far been sucessful in my 3 month MDMA break (3 weeks into it now), and when I do finish my breaks from respective drugs, I am going to monitor my usage much more closely. I am going to stick clear of crystal methamphetamines also, I think the addiction potential is just too great, and eating or snorting base every now and again is more than sufficient to meet my desires. When I start rolling again, I am going to try to avoid pills also, I would like to stick to 'pure' MDMA, and if at all possbile, crystals would be better. I don't want to end up using ANY drug every weekend again as I have been recently, so a new rule I am creating for myself is that I will only take drugs at large events, and just go straight or go home when clubbing from week to week.
Although not a fun experience by any stretch of the imagination, I just hope that I can get something out of it and actually get myself off the drugs and get my life back on track.
I arrived late to my friend's house for the pre-party, my friend has slept in (too much xanax 8) ) and not come to pick me up. When I got there I immediatly swapped some of my 2C-B for some of my friend's crystal meth (we had agreed on this beforehand). I had 2 points of crystal, as well as a 26mg cap of 2C-B, 2 more points of base (non-crystal meth), and 6x 5mg instant release oxycodone (for the comedown).
The rave was due to start at 10pm, but being that it was on a boat, we figured it would be 11pm before everyone was aboard and we were able to leave. Thankfully my friend's house was only a 10 min walk from where the boat departed. At about 9.30pm I pulled out one of my points of crystal, emptied THE WHOLE THING into the pipe, took the first toke, went to pass it on, only to realise nobody else wanted any at that point in time. Not wanting to waste any of it, I proceeded to smoke all of it in about 5-10mins! While I do have a minor tolerance to amphetamines built up from semi-regular use of 'base' (the gooey, less potent version of methamphetamine), I had only smoked crystal meth on about 3 or 4 previous occasions. Needless to say I was definatly feeling 'rushes' after that little session. We continued on to the wharf (myself moving faster than usual) that the boat was due to leave from. Just as we left (about 1/4 to 10), a friend of mine dropped a 'double-dipped' tab of LSD, so I was excited that I would have a tripping partner.
What I have failed to mention so far however, is that I was in a city 3 hours drive from my own, with only a handfull of people that I knew, and no close friends were coming. Anyway as I boarded the boat I did note the rather large number of 'lads' (a rather unsavoury gang of people that has been attending raves around here, they usually go out of their way to cause fights, steal, vandalise, and just generally take a lot of the fun out of the events) around, however at this stage it did not phase me. It was about 11.30 that I decided to take my 2C-B. I have found in the past however, that 2C-B does not have much effect on my when taken orally, and due to not having a place to snort (and not wanting to greatly diminish the length of the trip either), I had decided days beforehand to try plugging.
Unfortunatly I could not find a whole lot of information on just how much more effective plugging is, and was in for a shock. I had some experience with 2C-B before, and found 26mg to be quite a nice dosage when taken nasally, but rectally is a whole different question. The 2C-B was already in a gelatin capsule, so I took the easy method, and just stuck it up there as it was.
By the 20 minute mark, I was already feeling the effects slightly - everything was 'amplified', objects became far more interesting, and colours were greatly enhanced. By 30 minutes I was just at the level I wanted, however it did not stop there. I hit my peak at about the 45 minute mark, at which point I really felt quite lost. Things were still very interesting, however it was to the point that I lost interest in the music, and just wandered around the boat aimlessly. In a more familiar environment this probably would not have been a problem, but thankfully the couple of friends I did have there were looking out for me. However things were not too bad at this point, I was able to keep myself together enough to not get kicked off, or fall off - but only just. I really had no idea what was going on around me, and it was definatly a much stronger 'headfuck' than my previous experiences with 2C-B. At about 12.30am however, a small scuffle broke out between a group of 'lads' and a group of ravers, the lads started the fight, and were subsequently kicked off the boat at the next stop. This was the point at which I started to notice just how many of these guys (and girls) were around. I had seen groups of up to 30 or 40 at raves before, but they actually outnumbered the ravers! There must have been 300 of them, and there were only 500 tickets sold. I also realised at this point, that I had been stupid enough to bring my camera and ipod with my in my bag (the 'lads' are famous for being petty thieves), so I was very reluctant to allow my bag to leave my back from here on in. I think this is about the point I started coming down off the crystal meth - although it is hard to say exactly. I did however, have 2 points of base in my pocket, but upon trying to eat half a point (partly to bring me back up from the amphetamine come down, partly hoping to straighten my head out a bit), I found myself completely unable of even performing a function as simple as pulling a bag from my pocket, opening bag, and eating the contents.
The paranoia really started to get bad at this point, I kept thinking that people were talking about me, or when standing on the lower deck I would think that people above were spitting, pointing, and ashing cigarettes at me (they weren't). It didn't get completely out of hand though, I was able to remind myself that I had taken a large dose of 2C-B, by a new (and very effective) method of administration, and that it was all just chemicals playing around with the way I was thinking. It didn't help me have fun, but it did stop me from freaking out at least. Until about 3am I just wandered around aimlessly, trying to regain thought processes, and failing miserably. Thankfully when the boat made another stopover, all of my friends decided that they were not having fun either (for entirely different reasons) and that we should just go back to a friend-of-a-friend's house and listen to music, and have start our afterparty early. However when I got off the boat, I discovered that the friends I knew reasonably well, had changed their mind and stayed on the boat, and I was stuck with a group of people I had only met earlier that afternoon.
It took us about 20 mins to walk back to the friend's house, and thankfully the open air and reduced crowd gave me time to straighten myself out a little. By the time I got to the house, (a little after 4) I had largely regained control. Now the thing I love about psychedelics, is that whenever I take them, I have no desire to redose, or take other drugs - so when I got back there I still had almost all of the 2 points of base remaining. However as most people in the group were meth smokers, I only ended up cutting 1 small line (about 1/3 of a point) before the pipe was passed my way. Up until about 7 or 8 am I managed to refuse the pipe more times than not, but when my closer friends finally turned up, I took out about 1/4 of my remaining point and smoked most of it in one sitting again, I did however, pass the pipe around to 1 or 2 friends for small tokes. Passing it to friends however did not seem to do much to stop the flow of methamphetamines into my lungs, because everytime I would give a friend a toke, I would recieve 2 or 3 in return. We all sat/stood/danced around the room for the next few hours, smoking plenty of meth between us (I was probably the lightest user in the group), and just generally hanging out/talking crap as usual for an afterparty. I realised at about 8.30am that I still had 3/4 of a point remaining, and over the next hour or so, shared it with some of the others (while recieving plenty in return again). By the time 9.30 came around, a lot of the group had left (mostly returning home to spend mother's day with their mother), and lacking something to do, I decided I would clean the pipe.
I would estimate that a good 3 or 4 grams had been put through this pipe since it was last cleaned, but due to the fact that all of the users were experienced, there was very little 'mess'. BUT, there was A LOT of residue at the top of the pipe, and right down the stem. I have no idea just how much was in there, but it took me a good 45 mins-1 hour to clean the pipe, most of that time was spent melting, moving, recrystalising, and then smoking all the residue - and believe me there was lots. The owner of the pipe hated cleaning his pipe, but wanted it looking nice and fresh, and seem as nobody else wanted to help me clean it, I cleaned (read: smoked) the whole thing. It was completely clear by the time I was finished, and I realised soon enough that I had smoked far too much that morning, when I got up and had to catch a train to the other side of the city - alone.
The train ride was not fun, anybody who has smoked methamphetamine before would be able to understand the paranoia that arises when you've just smoked that little bit too much, and catching public transport through a large, unfamiliar city, is a good way to amplify this. The entire train ride I had this aweful feeling that someone was right behind me, about to do something nasty to me. I also had many other paranoid thoughts involving catching the wrong train, getting all my possesions stolen and being bashed, or having sniffer dogs board the train and find my remaining base. I eventually made it to my destination stop, and after waiting a few minutes, the guy who was giving me a lift back to my home town arrived. It was great to see a familiar face and just be able to sit down and 'take a chill pill' - literally.
Soon after we started our 3 hour drive, I decided it would be a good time to have that last ditch attempt at an oxycodone experience. I had 30mgs worth of instant release tablets, and previous experiences told me I would need to do it all at once to feel the effects. It took a good half hour, but it did eventually relax me a bit, once again, absolutely none of the famous euphoria. I probably would have done better to swap the oxycodone for some valium, but at the time I was expecting the oxycodone to have slightly more of an effect. I spent the trip back chatting at a steady pace to the driver of my lift (a good friend of mine obviously), we didn't seem to run out of things to say, but by the time I got home I was well and truely coming down. Not long afterwoulds (about 5pm) I decided to take a nice warm bath, which did far more for relaxing me and bringing me down than the oxycodone.
It's now 7 o'clock and I have to say that the experience certainly has made me reconsider a few things in my life. I am not going to try opiates again, they seem a waste of time, and I don't particularly want to develop a 'taste' for opiates. I have also decided to take a months break from ALL drugs, I have so far been sucessful in my 3 month MDMA break (3 weeks into it now), and when I do finish my breaks from respective drugs, I am going to monitor my usage much more closely. I am going to stick clear of crystal methamphetamines also, I think the addiction potential is just too great, and eating or snorting base every now and again is more than sufficient to meet my desires. When I start rolling again, I am going to try to avoid pills also, I would like to stick to 'pure' MDMA, and if at all possbile, crystals would be better. I don't want to end up using ANY drug every weekend again as I have been recently, so a new rule I am creating for myself is that I will only take drugs at large events, and just go straight or go home when clubbing from week to week.
Although not a fun experience by any stretch of the imagination, I just hope that I can get something out of it and actually get myself off the drugs and get my life back on track.
), and I found myself actually DREAMING about smoking ice while trying to sleep just before (coming down still from the above mentioned amphetamines, plus a couple of lines I did around 6 or 7 hours ago to get rid of the last of my stash of base), in fact it's almost like I'm suffering mini-withdrawals (I know this is more a bad comedown than anything else) - my body knows it's the last time it's going to get the high, and is punishing me with an extra low to try to convince me to get high again! 
