Kitsch
Greenlighter
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- Jul 15, 2009
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Some background: I had recently moved in with some friends that had been heavy into methamphetamine use, among other things and I was totally fine with being around that even though it's not something I'd ever tried before. They got a pretty big amount (not exactly how much) and I kind of ended up randomly diving head first into an extremely long tweak session.
The story: The day they went to get the go was super long because the process had been taking forever because the girl we were dealing through was a complete idiot. I had been out of town and when I got back they had already started. I jumped in the circle (they were smoking a foily) and had to have someone light it for me because it was my first time. It took a little while before I really began to feel anything, it might have even been a whole foily later before I felt anything remarkably different, but I tend to have a pretty high tolerance for most new things I try. My friend and I, after realizing the effects had started happening, immediately felt loads better and extremely productive. We were talkative and nothing on our minds was out of bounds. We talked about improving our friendship and she ended up doing my make-up for about three hours because we spent so much of that time just talking about anything we could think of. Later, still feeling productive, we ended up pulling up the Merriam-Webster Dictionary online and started copying all the definitions for the Words of the Day of the past month. I stopped at 20 and got distracted, but she ended up making it up to 75. I guess you could say we got a little bit obsessive-compulsive about it. We were with four other guys and after beginning to come down, we started getting paranoid and thinking they were cutting us off so we got really upset. We had been up for about 24 hours at this point and were beginning to feel the comedown symptoms. Everything was painful, joints, muscles, everything. We got incredibly shitty with everyone and our feelings were so easily hurt. Everything was just twenty times suckier than it actually was. I ended up crying for a straight 30 minutes because I thought everyone was mad at me. It was just not good stuff. After talking to the guys about it and realizing that I had pretty much gone crazy and that everything was blown out of proportion in my mind, I smoked again with the guys which ended up setting off what would be an entire night of sitting in my roommate's room and smoking for probably 12 hours straight. I was tweaked out of my mind, doing homework like crazy, feeling great. Whenever we would start to come down a little, we would just re-up again. It felt incredible. We pretty much followed this pattern for almost two more days. I ended up being awake for a straight 80 hours. My second comedown wasn't nearly as bad as my first, although when I did finally crash, I crashed hard.
In Hindsight: It was probably very stupid of me to go so balls-deep on my first try of something, but this stuff is crazy addictive. I haven't done a lot of hard drugs, but this is the first time I have ever craved to smoke something. I was dying for the stuff. I usually don't have a very addictive personality, and now that it's been a while since I've done it, I don't particularly crave it. I can definitely see how people ruin their lives over it, it just makes everything 100% better. You feel great, connected to everyone else, focused, productive, it's perfect. I think it's something I'll definitely do again in the future, probably not to this extreme extent, but I am confident enough in my ability not to go crazy with it. I would not recommend this to someone who is an easy addict because you will not be able to get away from the stuff.
The story: The day they went to get the go was super long because the process had been taking forever because the girl we were dealing through was a complete idiot. I had been out of town and when I got back they had already started. I jumped in the circle (they were smoking a foily) and had to have someone light it for me because it was my first time. It took a little while before I really began to feel anything, it might have even been a whole foily later before I felt anything remarkably different, but I tend to have a pretty high tolerance for most new things I try. My friend and I, after realizing the effects had started happening, immediately felt loads better and extremely productive. We were talkative and nothing on our minds was out of bounds. We talked about improving our friendship and she ended up doing my make-up for about three hours because we spent so much of that time just talking about anything we could think of. Later, still feeling productive, we ended up pulling up the Merriam-Webster Dictionary online and started copying all the definitions for the Words of the Day of the past month. I stopped at 20 and got distracted, but she ended up making it up to 75. I guess you could say we got a little bit obsessive-compulsive about it. We were with four other guys and after beginning to come down, we started getting paranoid and thinking they were cutting us off so we got really upset. We had been up for about 24 hours at this point and were beginning to feel the comedown symptoms. Everything was painful, joints, muscles, everything. We got incredibly shitty with everyone and our feelings were so easily hurt. Everything was just twenty times suckier than it actually was. I ended up crying for a straight 30 minutes because I thought everyone was mad at me. It was just not good stuff. After talking to the guys about it and realizing that I had pretty much gone crazy and that everything was blown out of proportion in my mind, I smoked again with the guys which ended up setting off what would be an entire night of sitting in my roommate's room and smoking for probably 12 hours straight. I was tweaked out of my mind, doing homework like crazy, feeling great. Whenever we would start to come down a little, we would just re-up again. It felt incredible. We pretty much followed this pattern for almost two more days. I ended up being awake for a straight 80 hours. My second comedown wasn't nearly as bad as my first, although when I did finally crash, I crashed hard.
In Hindsight: It was probably very stupid of me to go so balls-deep on my first try of something, but this stuff is crazy addictive. I haven't done a lot of hard drugs, but this is the first time I have ever craved to smoke something. I was dying for the stuff. I usually don't have a very addictive personality, and now that it's been a while since I've done it, I don't particularly crave it. I can definitely see how people ruin their lives over it, it just makes everything 100% better. You feel great, connected to everyone else, focused, productive, it's perfect. I think it's something I'll definitely do again in the future, probably not to this extreme extent, but I am confident enough in my ability not to go crazy with it. I would not recommend this to someone who is an easy addict because you will not be able to get away from the stuff.
