PlutarianSPACEcowboy
Bluelighter
6:00 pm- I get a call from my good friend saying "Hey N you remember that drug we always look for but never find.... well I found it." I immediately thought meth and got some info. It was priced ridiculously high, but she said I wouldn't me disappointed. So about 5 people through in money and she came back with some nice crystalline shards.
8:00 pm- After drinking a few beers and waiting for people to bullshit and do the runaround, I took my first bump. It burned, but I had heard so much shit about the burn that I actually expected more hurt. within minutes of my 1st and 2nd bumps I felt surges of energy, partially from the drug, but also because im a spunky son of a bitch.
8:30 pm- Me and 2 friends decided to experiment with the meth bulb. The rush was nice, and the other 2 fell fond of smoking meth. I, on the otherhand hit the bulb every once and a while, but I like the length of the high when snorted, and didnt wanna crouch around some bulb all night. At this time my friend also threw me and 1/8 of mushrooms, our of nowhere! I'd never even imagine taking this combo, but im all about some experimentation.
9:45 pm- I was asked to go on a "short trip to the store" by a lady friend and agreed. Little did I know she was going to drive me around until 11:00 selling weed and bullshitting. I must admit, speeding around in her old ass beat up camaro was fun though. I was seeing long trails and my "speed vision" was fucked up, but I realized that meth was definitely going to be the overpowering drug here. And I was quite alright with that. I cant even explain how good I felt. I kept talking shit about coke, because I felt like i was no longer a little "powder slut" snorting shit up every 2 seconds.
11:00 pm- As we finally returned to my friends house ( next door neighbor as well) I was speeding all over the place. I took a few bumps with J and then we decided to walk around the block. J and I have grown up together so we think very alike. We are both young (18), veery short, both on probation, and have similar views on just about everything. On our little walk, we talked about whatever entered out minds, smoked cigs and watched the moon. He was the only other person who ate mushrooms with the meth. We sat down for a little while (we live in a secluded neighborhood) on the side of the road and took a break. I watched the road turn into faint shaded of purple, and the pavement crawl pass me.
12:00 am- As we were walking we realized that we left 4 tweaked out mothafuckers in his basement and rushed home. At this point I smoked a bulb, took a bump and laid my eyes on a pen and paper. I started to doodle, I realized this is where it's at! My imagination was running rampid and things were flying on the page with great precision. I secluded myself because I dont think people understand how I draw. I am a messy, trippy, scribbling artist (if i must call myself that) that has waay more creativity than pencil skill. In no time a full page was filled up and I took a break to mingle.
1:00 am- 2 friends and I huddled around the computer, not realizing that we were all three members ( I used to have a different name, but my computer got all fucked up, i dunno)of bluelight. As I browsed around, I realize how stupid I must sound in the midst of some very well-educated people. I am definitely the most knowledgable in my group, but I became very humbled as I read some trip reports and various info we looked up about DMT. At this time I took my last rather large line.
3:00 am- Time flew by so bad, but it was 3 in the morning and I wasn't feeling the slightest bit of a comedown. I wasn't worried about it as I had 3 1mg Xanax. J and I took one last walk before we called in a night. I brought a beer, and he attepted to take a shot of 151, but puked within seconds. I think there was just too much shit in him, because this cat can drink like noo other. anyways, I remember feeling very cool and comfortable outside. J and I chuckled that this experience kind of reminded of of the ol' white mercedes we used to take ( 10 part meth, 1 part MDMA).
At 3:30 J and I each took 1.5 mg's of xanax and I downed some Nyquil. I began to realize how long this shit actually lasts. I walked to my home, next door at 5:00 and layed in bed. I could not sleep at all, but the benzo'z and nyquil relaxed me. I someone felt lucky to feel so good at 5 am after a night of partying. It is now 11:32 am and while I haven't actually slept Ive rested for about 2 hours. I feel someone fatigued, but truly had a great time last night. I know I wont combine these 2 drugs again, because meth is so overpowering but it fit the night. I also realized that I am slowly trying to move away from all stimulants and concentrate on psychadelics. Being as I have a shitty crackhead history, this is a goof shift for me.
[Turned smilies off in post, was interferring with report -Splatt]
8:00 pm- After drinking a few beers and waiting for people to bullshit and do the runaround, I took my first bump. It burned, but I had heard so much shit about the burn that I actually expected more hurt. within minutes of my 1st and 2nd bumps I felt surges of energy, partially from the drug, but also because im a spunky son of a bitch.
8:30 pm- Me and 2 friends decided to experiment with the meth bulb. The rush was nice, and the other 2 fell fond of smoking meth. I, on the otherhand hit the bulb every once and a while, but I like the length of the high when snorted, and didnt wanna crouch around some bulb all night. At this time my friend also threw me and 1/8 of mushrooms, our of nowhere! I'd never even imagine taking this combo, but im all about some experimentation.
9:45 pm- I was asked to go on a "short trip to the store" by a lady friend and agreed. Little did I know she was going to drive me around until 11:00 selling weed and bullshitting. I must admit, speeding around in her old ass beat up camaro was fun though. I was seeing long trails and my "speed vision" was fucked up, but I realized that meth was definitely going to be the overpowering drug here. And I was quite alright with that. I cant even explain how good I felt. I kept talking shit about coke, because I felt like i was no longer a little "powder slut" snorting shit up every 2 seconds.
11:00 pm- As we finally returned to my friends house ( next door neighbor as well) I was speeding all over the place. I took a few bumps with J and then we decided to walk around the block. J and I have grown up together so we think very alike. We are both young (18), veery short, both on probation, and have similar views on just about everything. On our little walk, we talked about whatever entered out minds, smoked cigs and watched the moon. He was the only other person who ate mushrooms with the meth. We sat down for a little while (we live in a secluded neighborhood) on the side of the road and took a break. I watched the road turn into faint shaded of purple, and the pavement crawl pass me.
12:00 am- As we were walking we realized that we left 4 tweaked out mothafuckers in his basement and rushed home. At this point I smoked a bulb, took a bump and laid my eyes on a pen and paper. I started to doodle, I realized this is where it's at! My imagination was running rampid and things were flying on the page with great precision. I secluded myself because I dont think people understand how I draw. I am a messy, trippy, scribbling artist (if i must call myself that) that has waay more creativity than pencil skill. In no time a full page was filled up and I took a break to mingle.
1:00 am- 2 friends and I huddled around the computer, not realizing that we were all three members ( I used to have a different name, but my computer got all fucked up, i dunno)of bluelight. As I browsed around, I realize how stupid I must sound in the midst of some very well-educated people. I am definitely the most knowledgable in my group, but I became very humbled as I read some trip reports and various info we looked up about DMT. At this time I took my last rather large line.
3:00 am- Time flew by so bad, but it was 3 in the morning and I wasn't feeling the slightest bit of a comedown. I wasn't worried about it as I had 3 1mg Xanax. J and I took one last walk before we called in a night. I brought a beer, and he attepted to take a shot of 151, but puked within seconds. I think there was just too much shit in him, because this cat can drink like noo other. anyways, I remember feeling very cool and comfortable outside. J and I chuckled that this experience kind of reminded of of the ol' white mercedes we used to take ( 10 part meth, 1 part MDMA).
At 3:30 J and I each took 1.5 mg's of xanax and I downed some Nyquil. I began to realize how long this shit actually lasts. I walked to my home, next door at 5:00 and layed in bed. I could not sleep at all, but the benzo'z and nyquil relaxed me. I someone felt lucky to feel so good at 5 am after a night of partying. It is now 11:32 am and while I haven't actually slept Ive rested for about 2 hours. I feel someone fatigued, but truly had a great time last night. I know I wont combine these 2 drugs again, because meth is so overpowering but it fit the night. I also realized that I am slowly trying to move away from all stimulants and concentrate on psychadelics. Being as I have a shitty crackhead history, this is a goof shift for me.
[Turned smilies off in post, was interferring with report -Splatt]
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