AssociateofDis
Greenlighter
Being emotionally stable, I've never felt the need for mind altering drugs. Being generally a "just say no" person some things happened; for example, I had never taken any street drug other than marijuana that I tried years ago that I tried out of curiosity since my wife used some. (see my new member introduction.)
Background of the mxe experience:
(Fictitious names used) I have a woman-friend (Mary) that I've known for nearly a year when this happened. Along with her boyfriend (Bill), she had helped de-clutter my house and was going to spend the night. It had been a busy day and in the evening my son (Brian), who is dyslexic, needed a reader for his college online math exam. I was helping him as a reader/scribe when it become obvious Bill had decided to party by himself with a new drug. (not sure what but probably 3-meo-pcp) He took too much and came in the room at about 11pm where Brian was taking the exam and announced that 'the sun was exploding and the center of the Earth was about to collapse'. Being easily distract-able Brian perseverated on the end of the world theme and mentioned (for about 30 minutes, during the exam) things that were happening in the world in recent news that could support such a hypothesis (believe me, Brian does not need drugs to allow him to escape reality, he does that just fine naturally. (later he would withdraw from the course.) Apparently, Mary was trying to sit for Bill, but sometime after I went to bed he decided under increasing influence of the first drug, that he needed additional methoxetamine and proceeded in dump the whole bag into his mouth. I heard him come down the stairs with the sound of an irregular gait and go to the bathroom and proceed to have what sounded like dry heaves. I would later learn that he had come to his senses somewhat and tried to spit it out apparently into the the shipping bag. Later Mary came down the stairs, angry about what he had done, and proceeded to discard all his drugs by rinsing it out with water from the bathtub spigot (but most remained as residue on the sides of the shipping bag. This culminated with Bill ordering everyone to wake up as he was starting to get paranoid about his condition. I did not respond fast enough or pro-actively as I should have to let Mary know I could help, and so later when Bill deteriorated to the point of saying he needed to go to the hospital, Mary complied and dialed 911 and handed me the phone. I would have protested, but the 911 operator's voice was already asking questions. Bill did not believe we had called the ambulance while he was lying on the sofa and worrying that he was going to die. Brian did not help when he offered phrases like “We will remember you.” and such. Brian meant well but didn't really know what was going on and did not consider that drugs were involved. So, Bill eventually got the phone away from Mary and ran outside in the snow to neighbor's house in his underwear asking for them to call for an ambulance. The police helped the ambulance crew get him to hospital.
My initiation: The next morning early I felt like making a peanut and jelly sandwich and when I used the bathroom I set it down on the edge of the bathtub. I changed my mind and then put the sandwich in the refrigerator. After a couple days passed, just before bedtime I retrieved the sandwich from the refrigerator and having been raised to never waste food, I ate the dry sandwich. But the last bite left an unusual sharp taste in my mouth with a little tingling. I noticed this but did nothing about it, looking for a paper towel to spit it out, and being tired fell asleep just holding it in my mouth. After a while I felt weird and sat up noticing the strange feeling. I also noticed a spacial distortion that made me feel shorter than normal. Several more minutes went by before I began to hypothesize what was happening, realizing that what was due to a drug. Not given to paranoia, and having read up on the effects of methamphetamine I came to the conclusion that I was safe, but curious about how this could be. I got up went to the bathroom and wiped the edge of the tub with a black handkerchief and observed some white crystal powder still there even though it had been used for a shower in the interim. Feeling a need to solve the mystery I tasted some off the handkerchief. One area tasted like soap. But other crystals that looked different tasted like the now familiar sharp taste. So there you have it, I realize this story is probably like no other on this site.
Subsequently I retrieved the shipping bag from the trash and rinsing it all in alcohol (Everclear) I let it evaporate and collected enough for some experimentation, taking up to 20mg at a time, but I have found that even 10mg alleviates an anxiety that I sometimes get and prevents me from getting some sleep.
Background of the mxe experience:
(Fictitious names used) I have a woman-friend (Mary) that I've known for nearly a year when this happened. Along with her boyfriend (Bill), she had helped de-clutter my house and was going to spend the night. It had been a busy day and in the evening my son (Brian), who is dyslexic, needed a reader for his college online math exam. I was helping him as a reader/scribe when it become obvious Bill had decided to party by himself with a new drug. (not sure what but probably 3-meo-pcp) He took too much and came in the room at about 11pm where Brian was taking the exam and announced that 'the sun was exploding and the center of the Earth was about to collapse'. Being easily distract-able Brian perseverated on the end of the world theme and mentioned (for about 30 minutes, during the exam) things that were happening in the world in recent news that could support such a hypothesis (believe me, Brian does not need drugs to allow him to escape reality, he does that just fine naturally. (later he would withdraw from the course.) Apparently, Mary was trying to sit for Bill, but sometime after I went to bed he decided under increasing influence of the first drug, that he needed additional methoxetamine and proceeded in dump the whole bag into his mouth. I heard him come down the stairs with the sound of an irregular gait and go to the bathroom and proceed to have what sounded like dry heaves. I would later learn that he had come to his senses somewhat and tried to spit it out apparently into the the shipping bag. Later Mary came down the stairs, angry about what he had done, and proceeded to discard all his drugs by rinsing it out with water from the bathtub spigot (but most remained as residue on the sides of the shipping bag. This culminated with Bill ordering everyone to wake up as he was starting to get paranoid about his condition. I did not respond fast enough or pro-actively as I should have to let Mary know I could help, and so later when Bill deteriorated to the point of saying he needed to go to the hospital, Mary complied and dialed 911 and handed me the phone. I would have protested, but the 911 operator's voice was already asking questions. Bill did not believe we had called the ambulance while he was lying on the sofa and worrying that he was going to die. Brian did not help when he offered phrases like “We will remember you.” and such. Brian meant well but didn't really know what was going on and did not consider that drugs were involved. So, Bill eventually got the phone away from Mary and ran outside in the snow to neighbor's house in his underwear asking for them to call for an ambulance. The police helped the ambulance crew get him to hospital.
My initiation: The next morning early I felt like making a peanut and jelly sandwich and when I used the bathroom I set it down on the edge of the bathtub. I changed my mind and then put the sandwich in the refrigerator. After a couple days passed, just before bedtime I retrieved the sandwich from the refrigerator and having been raised to never waste food, I ate the dry sandwich. But the last bite left an unusual sharp taste in my mouth with a little tingling. I noticed this but did nothing about it, looking for a paper towel to spit it out, and being tired fell asleep just holding it in my mouth. After a while I felt weird and sat up noticing the strange feeling. I also noticed a spacial distortion that made me feel shorter than normal. Several more minutes went by before I began to hypothesize what was happening, realizing that what was due to a drug. Not given to paranoia, and having read up on the effects of methamphetamine I came to the conclusion that I was safe, but curious about how this could be. I got up went to the bathroom and wiped the edge of the tub with a black handkerchief and observed some white crystal powder still there even though it had been used for a shower in the interim. Feeling a need to solve the mystery I tasted some off the handkerchief. One area tasted like soap. But other crystals that looked different tasted like the now familiar sharp taste. So there you have it, I realize this story is probably like no other on this site.
Subsequently I retrieved the shipping bag from the trash and rinsing it all in alcohol (Everclear) I let it evaporate and collected enough for some experimentation, taking up to 20mg at a time, but I have found that even 10mg alleviates an anxiety that I sometimes get and prevents me from getting some sleep.
