gher
Bluelighter
Substances consumed:
Methamphetamine powder, unknown purity. Estimated .1g (four fingerdips), 1/2 insufflated, 1/2 licked.
MDMA pills, unknown purity. 2 blue broken hearts pills, 1 1/2 swallowed, 1/2 sublingual.
Cigarettes, White Ox rollies, unknown amount, chocolate and unflavoured papers.
Preload:
2 Centrum multivitamin tablets (1 morning, 1 at 6pm)
500mg vitamin C (morning)
Postload:
100mg 5htp the day after
1 Centrum multivitamin tablet per day for several days after
Previous experience:
1st time on meth, 4th time on MDMA
Setting:
Warehouse rave
Company:
Primarily two friends from previous raves, B and G, and one virgin raver, E. B and I were the only ones of us on drugs.
Mindset:
Neutral
Background:
After seven months on the job I have returned to uni and although adjusting reasonably well, it is not without its unpleasantries. I am studying several difficult subjects this semester and meant to do some homework during the day but didn't get around to it between a few hours of sleep and rave preparations. One of my friends repeatedly telling me that 'All drugs are bad. All drugs except meth.' and so I bought a gram to go with my pills just to spite him. B had been sick during the week and was prescribed medications, to be started that night.
Duration: 10pm-8am - 10 hours total
The experience:
7:45pm-9pm: Met B, G and E at the meeting point, along with M and his girlfriend. We go to macca's to get a bite to eat (not me, I had already eaten) and discuss travel arrangements. M and his girlfriend decide to drive there while the rest of us catch a train to Lidcombe and a taxi to the venue. On the train, E mentions that we have met before and we briefly ponder where. B showed us her new tattoo several times. We stop at Lidcombe to buy cigarettes, then hail a taxi.
9:15pm: We arrive at the venue, which happened to be the same one as Futuredome. We enter the (depressingly long
) queue and chat to some guys, one of which is already peaking. I give him a lightshow.
10pm: Still in the queue and we've moved maybe two metres. The punters are getting restless. G attempts to contact our middleman (woman should I say) and tells her where we are. She says she's on the way. We notice security guards patrolling the line, shining their torches at potential dealers.
10:30pm: We get our gear and I have my first fingerdip. After unsuccessfully sniffing it, I lick it off my finger. It tastes bitter with a hint of sweetness. Probably cut with glucose somewhere on the line.
11pm: Still in the queue, I'm feeling the effects of the meth. I feel more alert and my pulse has raised. No noticable changes in thought patterns though. We see several police cars driving past and police also patrolling the queue. Thankfully no dogs. I call up some of my friends who told me were coming. Now this friend is male, and I am surprised that a girl answered his phone. I tell her about the cops here and she tells me he already knew about them. She then asks me if I know who she is. As I think about it, I say I don't want to mention names in case I get it wrong. I know it's not his ex, then it came to me. I told her who I thought she was and got it right! :D She was very surprised and asked me how I knew. I said I kinda recognised the voice. Must be the goey.
I have another dip, this time I am more successful in inhaling it. I still had to lick off half the powder from my finger. I conceal the bag as we reach the front of the line. I am beginning to worry about the police presence and getting caught more than usual at raves - police aren't usually at warehouse raves. This wasn't a bust, the promoter had probably informed the police and council about the party for approval. Either way I'm getting nervous 8(.
11:30pm: Finally we get in! My bag gets searched and I get the routine patdown. I'm clean. (Phew!) I go to the toilets to take a piss and as I leave I bumped into one of my tripping partners from Godspeed. I apologised for kissing his girlfriend and he let me off because we were all too far gone that night. I return to the others and get my pills off B. I swallow the first one, tastes as bad as pills usually do. High off the meth, I attempt my usual pre-peak cigarette rolling. I've lost too much coordination in my hands to roll them tight and I'm drooling off all the glue. I give up after ten dodgy chocolate ciggies. The meth is making me irritable at this point.
12am: As I get up to dance, I notice stomach cramps from the pills. I ask B if she's getting them too, her whole body is aching. G sits with her and comforts her while I remind her to take her medicine. She does so about 15 minutes later. I look around to see two underaged girls making out and quickly point them out to G. He just misses it. I am clearly more alert than I am sober. B starts making me a string bracelet but gives up after 10 minutes or so and tells me to hold on to it. Meanwhile I assemble the glowball I brought along and am disappointed that half the sticks are defective - they must have been damaged in transit.
12:30am: I'm not yet feeling the pill coming on, it's been about 45 minutes. I'm worried that the meth is making me out-think the roll but B's hasn't come on yet either. She's taken her medicine and is feeling a bit better. I decide to take a look around outside. On the way out I notice difficulty in walking straight and light-headedness - classic come-up symptoms for me. I chat to several random people who I may or may not have met before. Most notably C and T, who I vaguely remember from Happy Snax. I sold them a few glowsticks in a (vain) attempt to recover the money I spent on Fantasia. Clearly I'm a bad salesman on MDMA. I gave them chocolate cigarettes, which they enjoy immensely. I show them my candy and ask if they gave me any. I point out one of my new bracelets - GoeyGoGo! which marks my first time on speed. They have a chuckle. Along comes their friend A, who I very clearly remember from Snax and Helter Skelter. I show her the candy and give her one of the gold bracelets. I tell them that so far I didn't like meth because it makes me irritable and selfish. By now I've reached the conclusion that it isn't a very good party drug for me. We get up and go back inside.
1am: I return to everyone else and at this point B has hooked up with a guy, J. Now although she was my last post-e crush, I am completely unfazed by this. It turns out there are only two parties B hasn't hooked up at. She apologises profusely and tells me she still loves me.
By this time I'm peaking nice and good so I ask her for a massage. She gives some of the best massages I've ever received. I remind her about the bracelet and check my pockets for it - it's gone. I search frantically for it but it's not there, so it must have dropped out of my pocket outside. I check out there but can't find it. I give up and apologise for losing it. G, who is not on drugs this party, gets out his guarana powder and mixes it with his water. I have a sip and it tastes horrible - how could he drink that? Why doesn't he have some goey?
At this point I'm peaking off both substances. Remembering that I hadn't studied that day, I get out my notepad and write down as many electrical equations as I can remember. I write down two pages, realise what I'm doing and send an SMS to my friend mentioned in background info to tell him. We're both surprised that I can concentrate sitting in the middle of the dancefloor at a rave. I tell him what I'm on and that the meth is making me study. He calls me a sadistic bastard and asks if he can have some.
I tell everyone around me I'm actually studying at a rave. They're freaked out. I tell them it's my first time on the goey and that's what it does to you.
2am: Taking a break, I get up and dance for a few songs. The meth is giving me a lot of energy while the MDMA is making my movements a lot more fluid. Basically I'm waving my glowsticks around frantically. I spin the glowball around and it repeatedly falls apart. Not much of a glowball, it would probably work better if the sticks were glued in.
I sit back down and return to my studies. I write out two more pages and misplace the pen. I give up on the studies and go outside, taking E to meet new people.
3am: C, T and A are back where they were. I show them my notepad and they too are surprised. They make various smartarse comments indicating they know nothing about what I'm writing. I comment that speed doesn't make a very good party drug but it's good for studying.
The pill is all but gone now so it's about time for the second one. I get it out and take it under the tongue, just as a change of pace. C asks what that does and I tell them it hits faster. The taste is absolutely horrid and I'm cringing. C, T, A and E are all laughing at my (self-inflicted) misfortune, however I am seeing it as a test of character. I manage to dissolve half of it before giving up and swallowing the rest. It hits me as soon as I swallow it. I ask what pills they're taking and they tell me they're on pink diamonds - not the trippy ones, thankfully. I briefly tell them about the bermuda triangle I had at Godspeed. C and T ask if they're good, A says they are.
As C, T, A and E go back inside, I bump into another familiar face - Jo. This guy is the closest thing to candy personified that I have met. I go and sit with his friends and he asks me to sign his book. I show him the notes I took and tell him it was all because of the goey. I wrote this in his book:
'Goey GoGo! If I'm this good off my chops imagine how good I am sober!'
Meanwhile his entry in mine was asking me where we met originally. I know very clearly we met at Utopia April 2004 but by the time I read his entry he's on his way back in. I go back inside.
3:30am: I return to B, G and J. The dancefloor is getting to standing room only so we move our stuff towards the back. It just so happens we're a few metres away from C, T and A. I get my camera out and take pictures of scantily clad females. By this time, B has also hooked up with a girl. It just so happens she's one of the girls I just took a picture of. B calls her over and they kiss.
That had to be the coolest thing I'd seen all night. Naturally I cheer them on. Think I'm jealous (heavens no), B tells me to hook up with A.
The meth is wearing off at this point while the second pill is reaching its peak. I am truly smacked out now so I lie down on the floor. Some of my friends had told me they were coming to Fantasia and I hadn't seen them yet. I call one of them up a few times telling her where I am and lie in wait. Eventually I get impatient and sick of being smacked out so I take another dip of meth. This time I manage to successfully snort most of the bump and lick off the leftovers, followed by washing it down with water. I get up and go look for my other friends everywhere.
4am: After combing the entire arena, I give up and return to everyone else. B calls over her 'new friend' again and they kiss. That makes two coolest things I've seen all night. A comes along to greet us and introduces herself to J. She says to me 'I already know you!' and kisses me on the edge of my mouth. I get up and dance with her. We talk about ice and how the first time she smoked it she stayed awake for several days. Once again I tell her its limitations as a party drug and how it is better suited to work and study. I also tell her about the triangle pills. It turns out she's done them too. I told her about Godspeed and bumping into one of my fellow psychonauts, and how I kissed his girlfriend. She gives me a big hug and we swing each other around. We sit down and take a (very unflattering) photo. We sit down with C and T and chat for a while. A disappears into the fray and I return to the others, sit down and smack out again.
5am: B tells us she's arranged a lift to the train station for us and that we're leaving at 5:30am. I get up, have a final look around, get my stuff together and wait for everyone. We leave and return to the 'real world'. We get to the car, get in and reflect upon the night behind us. I still have eye wobbles at this point so at least one of the drugs is still active.
6am: G, E and I get dropped off at Homebush station while B gets a lift straight home. We say our goodbyes and enter the station. We get our tickets and on the way down the stairs, G says he feels sick from a night of lactic buildup. He vomits halfway down. I told him he should have had some goey. We wait about 30 minutes for a train to actually STOP at Homebush, all the while whinging we should have gone to Lidcombe. I'm feeling very tired at this point. I take a photo of myself and it's the second worst photo ever taken of me, the worst being the post-Happy Snax photo. We get on the train when it arrives.
G and E go through the photos I took, saying 'mad shit' about every one. Mostly because they were too tired to say anything else. I comment on how cool it was the B hooked up with that other girl and they didn't even remember it happened!
Exhausted, I decide to have one more dip to get me home. I check my change purse where I remember putting it - it's gone! What a buzzkill. I frantically search my bag for the goey but eventually give up and put everything back in. I check my change purse and it turned out to be in a different pocket to where I remember it! I calm down and have my last dip. This time was more successful than my previous attempts as I managed to inhale all but the particles sticking to my finger. I lick my finger and wash it all down with water. G gets out at Redfern to get his gear back from M's house, while E and I change trains at Central. I'm more awake at this point but still keep drifting off.
On the last leg home I ask what E's last name is. I remembered his brother from Scouts then he remembered we met through Scouts as well! Finally!
7am: We reach our suburb and exit the train. I need go piss really badly and I'm rushing from the last dip of meth. Only problem here is the toilets are closed, so I have to hold it till I get to the park. E and I say our goodbyes and walk home. I think I walked home because I was still on drugs and didn't want to confront my parents scattered. Either way I managed the walk just fine, got home at 8am, showered and slept a good six hours after a 5htp capsule.
Conclusion:
As a party drug, I don't believe methamphetamine is for me. I enjoy the increased alertness, focus and energy it brings but like all good things this comes at a cost, which is irritability and addictive qualities. The high was so subtle that if I didn't know I had taken any I wouldn't know I was high. Had I forgotten I had any I would have redosed without hesitation. I had also dosed four times and felt compelled to do so every redose.
As a work drug, methamphetamine is like ten cups of coffee without the jitters and the full bladder, which is good for long shifts and study sessions. If this stuff helps me study at a rave, it can only be more effective in a private study session where I am not on MDMA. Once again I don't find it a very good social drug, which suits me just fine for homework.
As for the combo, I recommend it for weekend-long benders and marathon parties spanning several days. Just keep the meth dose low to avoid out-thinking the roll. I'm not sure how low but spacing it out like I did might help. I may do again at Transmission White if I can't get any acid, but I doubt I'll do much drugs there anyway. Then again, I do have a midsemester exam the following week...
We'll see how the meth affects my scatday. Shouldn't be too bad though.
Methamphetamine powder, unknown purity. Estimated .1g (four fingerdips), 1/2 insufflated, 1/2 licked.
MDMA pills, unknown purity. 2 blue broken hearts pills, 1 1/2 swallowed, 1/2 sublingual.
Cigarettes, White Ox rollies, unknown amount, chocolate and unflavoured papers.
Preload:
2 Centrum multivitamin tablets (1 morning, 1 at 6pm)
500mg vitamin C (morning)
Postload:
100mg 5htp the day after
1 Centrum multivitamin tablet per day for several days after
Previous experience:
1st time on meth, 4th time on MDMA
Setting:
Warehouse rave
Company:
Primarily two friends from previous raves, B and G, and one virgin raver, E. B and I were the only ones of us on drugs.
Mindset:
Neutral
Background:
After seven months on the job I have returned to uni and although adjusting reasonably well, it is not without its unpleasantries. I am studying several difficult subjects this semester and meant to do some homework during the day but didn't get around to it between a few hours of sleep and rave preparations. One of my friends repeatedly telling me that 'All drugs are bad. All drugs except meth.' and so I bought a gram to go with my pills just to spite him. B had been sick during the week and was prescribed medications, to be started that night.
Duration: 10pm-8am - 10 hours total
The experience:
7:45pm-9pm: Met B, G and E at the meeting point, along with M and his girlfriend. We go to macca's to get a bite to eat (not me, I had already eaten) and discuss travel arrangements. M and his girlfriend decide to drive there while the rest of us catch a train to Lidcombe and a taxi to the venue. On the train, E mentions that we have met before and we briefly ponder where. B showed us her new tattoo several times. We stop at Lidcombe to buy cigarettes, then hail a taxi.
9:15pm: We arrive at the venue, which happened to be the same one as Futuredome. We enter the (depressingly long
) queue and chat to some guys, one of which is already peaking. I give him a lightshow.10pm: Still in the queue and we've moved maybe two metres. The punters are getting restless. G attempts to contact our middleman (woman should I say) and tells her where we are. She says she's on the way. We notice security guards patrolling the line, shining their torches at potential dealers.
10:30pm: We get our gear and I have my first fingerdip. After unsuccessfully sniffing it, I lick it off my finger. It tastes bitter with a hint of sweetness. Probably cut with glucose somewhere on the line.
11pm: Still in the queue, I'm feeling the effects of the meth. I feel more alert and my pulse has raised. No noticable changes in thought patterns though. We see several police cars driving past and police also patrolling the queue. Thankfully no dogs. I call up some of my friends who told me were coming. Now this friend is male, and I am surprised that a girl answered his phone. I tell her about the cops here and she tells me he already knew about them. She then asks me if I know who she is. As I think about it, I say I don't want to mention names in case I get it wrong. I know it's not his ex, then it came to me. I told her who I thought she was and got it right! :D She was very surprised and asked me how I knew. I said I kinda recognised the voice. Must be the goey.
I have another dip, this time I am more successful in inhaling it. I still had to lick off half the powder from my finger. I conceal the bag as we reach the front of the line. I am beginning to worry about the police presence and getting caught more than usual at raves - police aren't usually at warehouse raves. This wasn't a bust, the promoter had probably informed the police and council about the party for approval. Either way I'm getting nervous 8(.
11:30pm: Finally we get in! My bag gets searched and I get the routine patdown. I'm clean. (Phew!) I go to the toilets to take a piss and as I leave I bumped into one of my tripping partners from Godspeed. I apologised for kissing his girlfriend and he let me off because we were all too far gone that night. I return to the others and get my pills off B. I swallow the first one, tastes as bad as pills usually do. High off the meth, I attempt my usual pre-peak cigarette rolling. I've lost too much coordination in my hands to roll them tight and I'm drooling off all the glue. I give up after ten dodgy chocolate ciggies. The meth is making me irritable at this point.
12am: As I get up to dance, I notice stomach cramps from the pills. I ask B if she's getting them too, her whole body is aching. G sits with her and comforts her while I remind her to take her medicine. She does so about 15 minutes later. I look around to see two underaged girls making out and quickly point them out to G. He just misses it. I am clearly more alert than I am sober. B starts making me a string bracelet but gives up after 10 minutes or so and tells me to hold on to it. Meanwhile I assemble the glowball I brought along and am disappointed that half the sticks are defective - they must have been damaged in transit.
12:30am: I'm not yet feeling the pill coming on, it's been about 45 minutes. I'm worried that the meth is making me out-think the roll but B's hasn't come on yet either. She's taken her medicine and is feeling a bit better. I decide to take a look around outside. On the way out I notice difficulty in walking straight and light-headedness - classic come-up symptoms for me. I chat to several random people who I may or may not have met before. Most notably C and T, who I vaguely remember from Happy Snax. I sold them a few glowsticks in a (vain) attempt to recover the money I spent on Fantasia. Clearly I'm a bad salesman on MDMA. I gave them chocolate cigarettes, which they enjoy immensely. I show them my candy and ask if they gave me any. I point out one of my new bracelets - GoeyGoGo! which marks my first time on speed. They have a chuckle. Along comes their friend A, who I very clearly remember from Snax and Helter Skelter. I show her the candy and give her one of the gold bracelets. I tell them that so far I didn't like meth because it makes me irritable and selfish. By now I've reached the conclusion that it isn't a very good party drug for me. We get up and go back inside.
1am: I return to everyone else and at this point B has hooked up with a guy, J. Now although she was my last post-e crush, I am completely unfazed by this. It turns out there are only two parties B hasn't hooked up at. She apologises profusely and tells me she still loves me.
By this time I'm peaking nice and good so I ask her for a massage. She gives some of the best massages I've ever received. I remind her about the bracelet and check my pockets for it - it's gone. I search frantically for it but it's not there, so it must have dropped out of my pocket outside. I check out there but can't find it. I give up and apologise for losing it. G, who is not on drugs this party, gets out his guarana powder and mixes it with his water. I have a sip and it tastes horrible - how could he drink that? Why doesn't he have some goey?At this point I'm peaking off both substances. Remembering that I hadn't studied that day, I get out my notepad and write down as many electrical equations as I can remember. I write down two pages, realise what I'm doing and send an SMS to my friend mentioned in background info to tell him. We're both surprised that I can concentrate sitting in the middle of the dancefloor at a rave. I tell him what I'm on and that the meth is making me study. He calls me a sadistic bastard and asks if he can have some.
I tell everyone around me I'm actually studying at a rave. They're freaked out. I tell them it's my first time on the goey and that's what it does to you.
2am: Taking a break, I get up and dance for a few songs. The meth is giving me a lot of energy while the MDMA is making my movements a lot more fluid. Basically I'm waving my glowsticks around frantically. I spin the glowball around and it repeatedly falls apart. Not much of a glowball, it would probably work better if the sticks were glued in.
I sit back down and return to my studies. I write out two more pages and misplace the pen. I give up on the studies and go outside, taking E to meet new people.
3am: C, T and A are back where they were. I show them my notepad and they too are surprised. They make various smartarse comments indicating they know nothing about what I'm writing. I comment that speed doesn't make a very good party drug but it's good for studying.
The pill is all but gone now so it's about time for the second one. I get it out and take it under the tongue, just as a change of pace. C asks what that does and I tell them it hits faster. The taste is absolutely horrid and I'm cringing. C, T, A and E are all laughing at my (self-inflicted) misfortune, however I am seeing it as a test of character. I manage to dissolve half of it before giving up and swallowing the rest. It hits me as soon as I swallow it. I ask what pills they're taking and they tell me they're on pink diamonds - not the trippy ones, thankfully. I briefly tell them about the bermuda triangle I had at Godspeed. C and T ask if they're good, A says they are.
As C, T, A and E go back inside, I bump into another familiar face - Jo. This guy is the closest thing to candy personified that I have met. I go and sit with his friends and he asks me to sign his book. I show him the notes I took and tell him it was all because of the goey. I wrote this in his book:
'Goey GoGo! If I'm this good off my chops imagine how good I am sober!'
Meanwhile his entry in mine was asking me where we met originally. I know very clearly we met at Utopia April 2004 but by the time I read his entry he's on his way back in. I go back inside.
3:30am: I return to B, G and J. The dancefloor is getting to standing room only so we move our stuff towards the back. It just so happens we're a few metres away from C, T and A. I get my camera out and take pictures of scantily clad females. By this time, B has also hooked up with a girl. It just so happens she's one of the girls I just took a picture of. B calls her over and they kiss.
That had to be the coolest thing I'd seen all night. Naturally I cheer them on. Think I'm jealous (heavens no), B tells me to hook up with A.The meth is wearing off at this point while the second pill is reaching its peak. I am truly smacked out now so I lie down on the floor. Some of my friends had told me they were coming to Fantasia and I hadn't seen them yet. I call one of them up a few times telling her where I am and lie in wait. Eventually I get impatient and sick of being smacked out so I take another dip of meth. This time I manage to successfully snort most of the bump and lick off the leftovers, followed by washing it down with water. I get up and go look for my other friends everywhere.
4am: After combing the entire arena, I give up and return to everyone else. B calls over her 'new friend' again and they kiss.
That makes two coolest things I've seen all night. A comes along to greet us and introduces herself to J. She says to me 'I already know you!' and kisses me on the edge of my mouth. I get up and dance with her. We talk about ice and how the first time she smoked it she stayed awake for several days. Once again I tell her its limitations as a party drug and how it is better suited to work and study. I also tell her about the triangle pills. It turns out she's done them too. I told her about Godspeed and bumping into one of my fellow psychonauts, and how I kissed his girlfriend. She gives me a big hug and we swing each other around. We sit down and take a (very unflattering) photo. We sit down with C and T and chat for a while. A disappears into the fray and I return to the others, sit down and smack out again.5am: B tells us she's arranged a lift to the train station for us and that we're leaving at 5:30am. I get up, have a final look around, get my stuff together and wait for everyone. We leave and return to the 'real world'. We get to the car, get in and reflect upon the night behind us. I still have eye wobbles at this point so at least one of the drugs is still active.
6am: G, E and I get dropped off at Homebush station while B gets a lift straight home. We say our goodbyes and enter the station. We get our tickets and on the way down the stairs, G says he feels sick from a night of lactic buildup. He vomits halfway down. I told him he should have had some goey. We wait about 30 minutes for a train to actually STOP at Homebush, all the while whinging we should have gone to Lidcombe. I'm feeling very tired at this point. I take a photo of myself and it's the second worst photo ever taken of me, the worst being the post-Happy Snax photo. We get on the train when it arrives.
G and E go through the photos I took, saying 'mad shit' about every one. Mostly because they were too tired to say anything else. I comment on how cool it was the B hooked up with that other girl and they didn't even remember it happened!
Exhausted, I decide to have one more dip to get me home. I check my change purse where I remember putting it - it's gone! What a buzzkill. I frantically search my bag for the goey but eventually give up and put everything back in. I check my change purse and it turned out to be in a different pocket to where I remember it! I calm down and have my last dip. This time was more successful than my previous attempts as I managed to inhale all but the particles sticking to my finger. I lick my finger and wash it all down with water. G gets out at Redfern to get his gear back from M's house, while E and I change trains at Central. I'm more awake at this point but still keep drifting off.
On the last leg home I ask what E's last name is. I remembered his brother from Scouts then he remembered we met through Scouts as well! Finally!
7am: We reach our suburb and exit the train. I need go piss really badly and I'm rushing from the last dip of meth. Only problem here is the toilets are closed, so I have to hold it till I get to the park. E and I say our goodbyes and walk home. I think I walked home because I was still on drugs and didn't want to confront my parents scattered. Either way I managed the walk just fine, got home at 8am, showered and slept a good six hours after a 5htp capsule.
Conclusion:
As a party drug, I don't believe methamphetamine is for me. I enjoy the increased alertness, focus and energy it brings but like all good things this comes at a cost, which is irritability and addictive qualities. The high was so subtle that if I didn't know I had taken any I wouldn't know I was high. Had I forgotten I had any I would have redosed without hesitation. I had also dosed four times and felt compelled to do so every redose.
As a work drug, methamphetamine is like ten cups of coffee without the jitters and the full bladder, which is good for long shifts and study sessions. If this stuff helps me study at a rave, it can only be more effective in a private study session where I am not on MDMA. Once again I don't find it a very good social drug, which suits me just fine for homework.
As for the combo, I recommend it for weekend-long benders and marathon parties spanning several days. Just keep the meth dose low to avoid out-thinking the roll. I'm not sure how low but spacing it out like I did might help. I may do again at Transmission White if I can't get any acid, but I doubt I'll do much drugs there anyway. Then again, I do have a midsemester exam the following week...
We'll see how the meth affects my scatday. Shouldn't be too bad though.
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