Aftermath
Bluelighter
Smoked Meth - 3 Points - Fairly Experienced - An experience to be shared.
This is by far the best drug experience I have ever had. This was no ordinary experience.
It wasnt the drug high that made this experience worthwhile, it was the natural high it gave us. I am getting ahead of myself here.
BACKGROUND (not nessessary reading)
This day wasnt any ordinary day, it was prom night, and everything that went with prom; dinner, after party, after after party.
So early in the day I picked up my corsoge for my date (heh, what a geek I am). I knew prom was going to be dope, but I didnt know what to expect. I thought if it were like any of the other dances that my school had thrown (see http://www.bluelight.ru/cgi/ultimatebb1.cgi?ubb=get_topic&f=30&t=001276&p=) Id definately want some E.
After I picked up my Tux, I franticly called around for E, however, all of the E in the town at the time was ephedrine or some other cheep rip off (according to my source) so I continuted thoughtout the day like usual. I expected that I wouldnt score any drugs that nigh. I was wrong.
I went across the street (yes, I asked the 'girl next door' to the prom with me, however, thats not where this story gets deep, theres more!) and took some pictures with my prom date. Next we went to dinner where all the food was free and the princesses walked around the floor like the cinderellas they were.
Next was prom. We were shoferd back to my house where I could change into some comfortable clothes, cuz prom would suck with a tux and those shitty pants that kept falling off of me.
At last I was comfortable. When we got to the prom (it was at the local college). Prom was everything I expected it to be and more. It was amazing. There was a HUGE dance floor, and a balcony. "Dont fall off the balcony" I told myself, "I would never survive the fall."
The music was PUMPING. The CDJ was playing all of my faverite songs at the time.. there was more energy there than I have ever seen on any dance floor. People were screaming, peices of expensive, rented cloathing were being ripped off and thrown into the air in freedom, for this was the end of bondage we call school.
I was having a blast. He played remixes of songs that I loved, and never heard before, and am still yet to hear again, the crowd was going nuts.
Lights everywhere, shit hanging from the roof, such as enormous inflatable whales and grittle and other strange objects that made this venue seam surreal.
I then talked to my freind M. He told me he hadnt slept in three days and he had done this whole thing on meth. I was amazed. I had done meth before, however, I never thought about doing it at an event like this.
We had a limmo waitng for us outside to take me, my date, another friend and his date to wherever we wanted to go, wherever we wanted to go. My date wanted to go on the limmo. Like an asshole i told her to go on the limmo. The only person on that ride who knew how to have a good time would be the limmo driver and this other whiskey induced father of a friend of mine who would be in the expensive automobile at the same time as me, that is, if i went on the limmo.
I knew I would have a much better time being shofered around in a mini van owned by the parents of this other guy who was suposidly up on meth. He told me he would shofer me and my friend around all night if I bought some meth. I asked where he got it from. He pointed toward a good friend of mine who Ive known scince kindergarden. I was startled by the fact that such a good friend was not only doing meth, but also selling it. He said he had been up for 14 days already. I was in disbelief, however, I could trust him, and not pass up the chance of an amazing experience.
I bought three points at 50 dollars. Way more than I needed.
ACTULAL DRUG EXPERIENCE
Next we got the fuck out of the prom. We had only been there for several hours, and it was just getting dark. We (my friend who had the mini-van, my date, and another friend who was curious about meth) went to my house for me to change again, to get out of my sweaty clothes and into a more comfortable attire. I was instructed to get a light bulb, for this was how we were going to do the drug. Smoke it. No need to snort it, this would take too long.
We picked up one more good friend of ours. There was five of us now.
I got the lightbulb and we made one more stop at the guy who owned the mini vans house for him to change.
The logical thing to do would be to smoke (or even better snort) this shit inside of some ones house. We knew we could find a safe house to do this in. No. This was special.
We drove towards where the after party was. The driver knew a spot previously chosen to do the drug.
It was a gravel pit surrounded by trees. It was away from any houses. If you left the vehicle you could not see 10 feet infrunt of you without a light source. This place was dark. We possitioned ourselfs so that the only entrence was facing us, and anyone driving into this pit would need to have headlights on so if anyone came in, we would know about it. Very exciting. This had all the right elements for a good experience. Trees, good people, a sweet set and setting; This did nothing but amplify the experience. It was a dark night. It was a fairly large pit and if one wanted to they could easily pull doughnuts and lay patches in the gravel if they so wished to, however, thats not what we were here for. We were here to get high.
So we smashed the bulb. And took a single shard out of one of the three little batman baggies. We placed that shard on the bulb and melted it. Some one took a hit. There is no mix of words (written or spoken) that can discribe what happend in these next few moments. The emotions we felt were of vibes I have never felt before. I felt a universal awareness, a global peace that I never thought possible. The excitement was high. I was now looking thought new eyes. There was a unity in the mini van that was undeniable.
Its not that we smoked a lot of this meth. Its that the drug high in combination with the high that life was giving us mixed in a way that can never be re-created given the same people, same set and setting and drugs.
Out alone in the woods, 5 people after prom smoking shards. It was beautiful.
After this we went to the prom party. We drove right up there in the mini van, however, the police had set up a road block. We were fucked. We had open beer in the vehicle and I had drugs on me, there was a little bit of weed with us also. This was bad. I trusted the driver in the situation. We were far away from the cops still, so he stopped, did a three point turn, and pulled into some ones drive way... and then he pulled out and drove away, back to the cover of darkness, all in plain view of the police. It was both halarious and scarry at the same time. I was worried that the police were going to start comming after us when they seen some freaks acting suspiciously on prom night, however, they did not. We parked the vehicle and left the beer in it and had a short walk to the party. After a short confruntation with the po-po we got to the party. Many people, huge fire, pumping sound system. Fun shit. There were other people there who had gotten high on meth, and other people in their vehicles with sound blasting out of the back of them snorting coke. I respected this. They could see I was high and knew I was 'cool'. However, it didnt matter. Nothing can compare to what happend in the mini van.
As the night went on the fire died down and lots of people then went to dennies, a restraunt that was open 24/7. The come down was hellish, however, i knew if i were to die at that moment, i would die happy, for I had an experiene that only few people have ever had, and many people dream of. My date was also going though the same come down. She was bitchy about it.. she thought she was going to die. "good!" i thought, "Then i wont have to hear your constant bitching!" I knew she would be fine. After many hours of sleep i awoke and realized that I still had over two points on me: However, i think I will save that for another trip report.
Have you ever had an experience so beautiful that you cryed months or even years after?
I have had many experiences with smoking meth before and after this, however, nothing stands out in my life like this one time a bunch of friends went into the middle of nowhere to get cracked out on glass.
If i really want to, i can look back at this experience and if i really want to remember the details, i will cry. Maybe its just the withdrawls that make the tears run down my face, however,deep down I know that meth doesnt have any phisical withdral symptoms, so i must asume that there was something more to this experience than just that.
This is by far the best drug experience I have ever had. This was no ordinary experience.
It wasnt the drug high that made this experience worthwhile, it was the natural high it gave us. I am getting ahead of myself here.
BACKGROUND (not nessessary reading)
This day wasnt any ordinary day, it was prom night, and everything that went with prom; dinner, after party, after after party.
So early in the day I picked up my corsoge for my date (heh, what a geek I am). I knew prom was going to be dope, but I didnt know what to expect. I thought if it were like any of the other dances that my school had thrown (see http://www.bluelight.ru/cgi/ultimatebb1.cgi?ubb=get_topic&f=30&t=001276&p=) Id definately want some E.
After I picked up my Tux, I franticly called around for E, however, all of the E in the town at the time was ephedrine or some other cheep rip off (according to my source) so I continuted thoughtout the day like usual. I expected that I wouldnt score any drugs that nigh. I was wrong.
I went across the street (yes, I asked the 'girl next door' to the prom with me, however, thats not where this story gets deep, theres more!) and took some pictures with my prom date. Next we went to dinner where all the food was free and the princesses walked around the floor like the cinderellas they were.
Next was prom. We were shoferd back to my house where I could change into some comfortable clothes, cuz prom would suck with a tux and those shitty pants that kept falling off of me.
At last I was comfortable. When we got to the prom (it was at the local college). Prom was everything I expected it to be and more. It was amazing. There was a HUGE dance floor, and a balcony. "Dont fall off the balcony" I told myself, "I would never survive the fall."
The music was PUMPING. The CDJ was playing all of my faverite songs at the time.. there was more energy there than I have ever seen on any dance floor. People were screaming, peices of expensive, rented cloathing were being ripped off and thrown into the air in freedom, for this was the end of bondage we call school.
I was having a blast. He played remixes of songs that I loved, and never heard before, and am still yet to hear again, the crowd was going nuts.
Lights everywhere, shit hanging from the roof, such as enormous inflatable whales and grittle and other strange objects that made this venue seam surreal.
I then talked to my freind M. He told me he hadnt slept in three days and he had done this whole thing on meth. I was amazed. I had done meth before, however, I never thought about doing it at an event like this.
We had a limmo waitng for us outside to take me, my date, another friend and his date to wherever we wanted to go, wherever we wanted to go. My date wanted to go on the limmo. Like an asshole i told her to go on the limmo. The only person on that ride who knew how to have a good time would be the limmo driver and this other whiskey induced father of a friend of mine who would be in the expensive automobile at the same time as me, that is, if i went on the limmo.
I knew I would have a much better time being shofered around in a mini van owned by the parents of this other guy who was suposidly up on meth. He told me he would shofer me and my friend around all night if I bought some meth. I asked where he got it from. He pointed toward a good friend of mine who Ive known scince kindergarden. I was startled by the fact that such a good friend was not only doing meth, but also selling it. He said he had been up for 14 days already. I was in disbelief, however, I could trust him, and not pass up the chance of an amazing experience.
I bought three points at 50 dollars. Way more than I needed.
ACTULAL DRUG EXPERIENCE
Next we got the fuck out of the prom. We had only been there for several hours, and it was just getting dark. We (my friend who had the mini-van, my date, and another friend who was curious about meth) went to my house for me to change again, to get out of my sweaty clothes and into a more comfortable attire. I was instructed to get a light bulb, for this was how we were going to do the drug. Smoke it. No need to snort it, this would take too long.
We picked up one more good friend of ours. There was five of us now.
I got the lightbulb and we made one more stop at the guy who owned the mini vans house for him to change.
The logical thing to do would be to smoke (or even better snort) this shit inside of some ones house. We knew we could find a safe house to do this in. No. This was special.
We drove towards where the after party was. The driver knew a spot previously chosen to do the drug.
It was a gravel pit surrounded by trees. It was away from any houses. If you left the vehicle you could not see 10 feet infrunt of you without a light source. This place was dark. We possitioned ourselfs so that the only entrence was facing us, and anyone driving into this pit would need to have headlights on so if anyone came in, we would know about it. Very exciting. This had all the right elements for a good experience. Trees, good people, a sweet set and setting; This did nothing but amplify the experience. It was a dark night. It was a fairly large pit and if one wanted to they could easily pull doughnuts and lay patches in the gravel if they so wished to, however, thats not what we were here for. We were here to get high.
So we smashed the bulb. And took a single shard out of one of the three little batman baggies. We placed that shard on the bulb and melted it. Some one took a hit. There is no mix of words (written or spoken) that can discribe what happend in these next few moments. The emotions we felt were of vibes I have never felt before. I felt a universal awareness, a global peace that I never thought possible. The excitement was high. I was now looking thought new eyes. There was a unity in the mini van that was undeniable.
Its not that we smoked a lot of this meth. Its that the drug high in combination with the high that life was giving us mixed in a way that can never be re-created given the same people, same set and setting and drugs.
Out alone in the woods, 5 people after prom smoking shards. It was beautiful.
After this we went to the prom party. We drove right up there in the mini van, however, the police had set up a road block. We were fucked. We had open beer in the vehicle and I had drugs on me, there was a little bit of weed with us also. This was bad. I trusted the driver in the situation. We were far away from the cops still, so he stopped, did a three point turn, and pulled into some ones drive way... and then he pulled out and drove away, back to the cover of darkness, all in plain view of the police. It was both halarious and scarry at the same time. I was worried that the police were going to start comming after us when they seen some freaks acting suspiciously on prom night, however, they did not. We parked the vehicle and left the beer in it and had a short walk to the party. After a short confruntation with the po-po we got to the party. Many people, huge fire, pumping sound system. Fun shit. There were other people there who had gotten high on meth, and other people in their vehicles with sound blasting out of the back of them snorting coke. I respected this. They could see I was high and knew I was 'cool'. However, it didnt matter. Nothing can compare to what happend in the mini van.
As the night went on the fire died down and lots of people then went to dennies, a restraunt that was open 24/7. The come down was hellish, however, i knew if i were to die at that moment, i would die happy, for I had an experiene that only few people have ever had, and many people dream of. My date was also going though the same come down. She was bitchy about it.. she thought she was going to die. "good!" i thought, "Then i wont have to hear your constant bitching!" I knew she would be fine. After many hours of sleep i awoke and realized that I still had over two points on me: However, i think I will save that for another trip report.
Have you ever had an experience so beautiful that you cryed months or even years after?
I have had many experiences with smoking meth before and after this, however, nothing stands out in my life like this one time a bunch of friends went into the middle of nowhere to get cracked out on glass.
If i really want to, i can look back at this experience and if i really want to remember the details, i will cry. Maybe its just the withdrawls that make the tears run down my face, however,deep down I know that meth doesnt have any phisical withdral symptoms, so i must asume that there was something more to this experience than just that.
