My first experience of this chemical was a few weeks ago at a small festival.We ahd started the evening with a drop of liquid acid and then in the early hours of the morning we returned to our tent with one of our festival neighbours, he asked if we wanted a line of his stuff.We asked what it was and he said that it was like K but then again not like K etc etc, we were intrigued and so agreed, he put out long but thin lines we we snorted and sat back relaxing. I have no idea what the measurement was and had no idea what we had taken which was rather irresponsible, we all became very chatty but were unaware of where the acid ended and mxe kicked in. Sleeping was a problem which we put down to the acid but next day my wife said it had taken her into a very dark place mentally.
The next day our friends son swapped 4 drops with our neighbours for 2g of mxe and we planned our next evening.In the early evening our friends son turned up at our tent extremely confused and obviously in trouble mentally, he ended up curled up on my wifes lap sobbing,he is in his early twenties and an experienced ket head.He had obviously done some and taken too much.We started our evening with an E and then a couple of hours late necked a 2CB and danced for several hours. We returned to our tent and racked up some lines of the mysterious substance using our normal K sized lines,at 03:00 we all snorted 70-80 mg and awaited the result, a couple of mates felt it within minutes and we all saying how fantastic it was, I felt nothing for 20 mins and so took another similar sized line thinking it was my K tolerance that was stopping it. The night went on and eventually my wife and I were alone as it became light. The next thing I remember is waking up behind my wifes head, thinking "who the fuck is that and where am I?" I felt paralysed and could only move my eyes thinking "Oh fuck, I have done it this time!" I recognised the sensation as being deep deep in K land, deeper than ever before.I called out to her"Can you hear me" she replied "Yes dont worry I am here", I replied "where am I" "you are at a festival near Ledbury", "yes yes I know that, where am I now?", "you are in the tent with me" "Have I got any clothes on?" "Yes you are in bed under the duvet"
I remember very little of the next few hours until my friend arrived thinking he was dying, he had gone off and done some more.We reassured him and dozed a couple of hours, I was still feeling fucked and finding walking difficult at noon, 9 hours later.
I met up with the neighbour and he told me it was called meth ox etamine, it sounded like a made up name and I was left with a feeling that he was being evasive and had made it up but I looked it up online when we got back and was shocked to find the correct dosage levels.My friend now has scales and we take very enjoyable 40 mg lines.I certainly learnt my lesson.
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