yucatanboy
Bluelighter
Mods, if you think this doesn't go here, feel free to close/move it. It might be better in the Dark Side. This isn't about me per se, but I feel that it is very important for people to read.
f you don't want to hear about laws being broken and dangerous happenings, don't read on and this is a just work of fiction that I found in a journal at my favorite coffee shop.
"How I nearly got arrested/killed on Friday. Aka Drugs are bad."
This is a report about observing someone on mushrooms, unknown dose.
There are sometimes in life that you thank god/whatever higher power that you are not dead and have such luck to still be in a good place.
Even now this seems like some fucked up story you hear myths about but frankly, it really happened.
I wanted to go out Friday night and party, go out to a rave like the good old times. I called a few friends and found out one girl (old raver friend of my sis's, little asian 25-year old) was going to a bigass jungle party in south Seattle. It was expensive, but i thought "fuck it, might as well go all out". I went to her place to pick her up and had a gin and tonic. She talked about how excited she was to go, and mentioned she wanted to take these mushrooms she had. I told her I also have mushrooms, so we went back to my place and got mine before going to the party.
We get there and get in, two rooms, one big Jungle room and one 21+ bar with breaks/house DJs. We have a few drinks, dance a lot for a couple hours, and she sees some old freinds. I take a few of my mushrooms (4 caps or so, not that much and i knew they were mild because i have taken a full eigth of them before), and start to feel them a bit later. Mild visual distortions and trippy/euphoric feelings, very mild. She downs her mushrooms at some point (I don't know how much she had, what kind they were, or when she took them... I wish i had known and you'll see why soon). We dance for a while and I notice her getting more and more excited, flailing around and going nuts.
This is where everything starts going all to hell. For those of you who have never seen anyone totally loose it before, its not fun. I've been "that guy" thanks to booze too many times, and I am trying to never let it happen again.
She falls on the ground. She is still dancing on the ground, which looks more like she is having a seizure, in the middle of the dancefloor. She starts grabbing people's legs and saying random shit and people are forming a circle around her. I try to talk to her and give her water, but she just throws the water all over herself and says she is happy and wants to stay there and says "Fuck you" when i try to get her to stand up. I pick her up and she purposefully deadweights and won't stand on her legs. Then she grabs onto my leg and won't let go, still thrashing around and saying random shit about how happy she is. At this point i get pissed, say goodbye and walk off. I had been trying for at least 10 minutes to get her to go over to a wall and sit down like the rest of the too-fucked up kids, but she wanted to stay right there in the middle of the dancefloor. As i walk off, i see security heading towards her. My conscience takes back over and i turn around and talk to her and security. I talk to them and tell them she took mushrooms, but that i didn't think she took more than an eigth. They tell me she needs to go home and calm down (he was like "yeah she is too high, take her home and smoke her out or something"). We go outside with like 5 security people, who are giving her water on the side of the street. I am thinking "well, here comes the ambulance ride from hell/getting arrested part".... but no.
They ask me "are you with her, do you have a car?" I say, yes and yes. The lady says "GET IT, QUICKLY". I run to my car and come over. They put her in with like three bottles of water which she proceeds to throw all over herself and my car. (I have no idea what time it was but i think it was like 1)
NOTE: Had she been fucked up on anything like booze or e, i would have taken her to the hospital, because i know there is a risk of death, especially with booze. Since it was shrooms and i'd seen here drink a lot of water, i knew she was peaking and would come down as her body kicked the psylocibin out of her system and she got tired. I was pretty sure that she took less than an 1/8th. The times i have read about with deaths on shrooms were due to environmental factors, ie frostbite/hypothermia in cold temperatures I have seen freak-outs on shrooms before, and they usually were very short.
I thought that she would calm down now that we were out of the club. Her earlier actions had sobered me up completely.
However, this was just the beginning. For the next 2+/- hours, I lived the most frightening period of my life. Driving around with her while she was screaming and thrashing around. She was caught in a mental and verbal loop, repeating the same things over and over again: "I am so proud of myself, and i knew i could do it, do you understand that this is the happiest day of my life?! God loves me and my family loves me and I love you and eric (and ex bf), give me music, take me to water, i want to have sex right now, pull over, i love this, i am going to freak out for the rest of my life, i am going to take mushrooms and never stop, i cure all of the worlds problems because i love them all...etc". She would get louder and louder. She lashed out and grabbed my steering wheel, hit my car, grabbed the gearstick out of my hand, and grabbed at me WHILE I WAS DRIVING!!!! This is the part when I thought I was going to die. I tried everything to see if she was still "there", asking her questions, holding her hand, grabbing her shoulders. I was still driving most of the time and got COMPLETELY lost. When I pulled over, she didn't get any better, and would tell me to start driving, and then would try to get out, and I wouldn't let her. She wanted to run around screaming and wake everyone up she said.
A cop started following me. Fuck, I thought, he sees a guy driving yelling at what looks like a screaming, thrashing person wedged under the dash (i couldn't get her to sit in the seat). He is going to pull me over and I am going to jail. I turned into the nearest small road, accidentally JUMPING THE CURB in the process because i was so distracted!!!! SHIT, i thought and pulled over and turned off the car in this little residential neighborhood god knows where. The cop passed me slowly as i tried to talk to her. He stopped at the other end of the residential street and waited for a few minutes. Then he turned and left. GOD LOVES ME was all i could think. We drove around for a long time, including along a lake (possibly lake washington, i don't know), all the while she was freaking out. I said a lot of mean things to her as well as nice things, anything to get her to snap out of it and come back to reality, and it didn't work. Finally... she sat up in the seat and was like "where are we and why are we here?" I told her we're lost and started to explain why the car was soaking wet and why we were lost, and everthing. We eventually found I-5. We were down past the turn-off for SeaTac. That was a long way. We got back to her house at 3.
She changed out of her soaked clothes and I told her everything that happened. I calmed down and smoked a little to relax. She was shocked about what happened and sad and really sorry and completely embarrased. I told her we were luckly to be alive and not arrested. I told her I didn't hate her, and was just happy she came back to reality. We talked about drugs and freak outs and I left for home at about 4. I didn't tell her that she told me she had genital warts (that would probably be too embarrasing and over the top to tell her that), but i did say "You said A LOT of fucked up shit. If you think you said it, you probably did"
Morals and Closing Remarks:
Set and setting children. Anyone can freak out given the appropriate mindset, physical setting, and drug. "Freakouts" aren't always when someone feels angry or negative, but can be just as tough to deal with. Even a seasoned, 25 year-old raver can get blown out of the water.
If you think someone needs medical attention, go to a hospital. I knew that they would just pump her full of benzos or something like thorazine to knock her out.
If she had been bigger I wouldn't have been able to control her and prevent her from hurting me and herself. If it had been some random raver i didn't know, I would have let security deal with her and call the cops/medics. I think they were happy to pawn her off on me.
I also think that Karma was definitely involved. I've been the beligerent person too many times before, and it was my turn to deal with someone.
Again, this was the SCARIEST moment of my life, due to the fact she nearly killed us and got us arrested. But, life goes on.... I think i handled calmly and competently, and I felt like I learned a lot about myself in the process of dealing with her.
Be safe everyone.
I can answer any questions people have.
f you don't want to hear about laws being broken and dangerous happenings, don't read on and this is a just work of fiction that I found in a journal at my favorite coffee shop.
"How I nearly got arrested/killed on Friday. Aka Drugs are bad."
This is a report about observing someone on mushrooms, unknown dose.
There are sometimes in life that you thank god/whatever higher power that you are not dead and have such luck to still be in a good place.
Even now this seems like some fucked up story you hear myths about but frankly, it really happened.
I wanted to go out Friday night and party, go out to a rave like the good old times. I called a few friends and found out one girl (old raver friend of my sis's, little asian 25-year old) was going to a bigass jungle party in south Seattle. It was expensive, but i thought "fuck it, might as well go all out". I went to her place to pick her up and had a gin and tonic. She talked about how excited she was to go, and mentioned she wanted to take these mushrooms she had. I told her I also have mushrooms, so we went back to my place and got mine before going to the party.
We get there and get in, two rooms, one big Jungle room and one 21+ bar with breaks/house DJs. We have a few drinks, dance a lot for a couple hours, and she sees some old freinds. I take a few of my mushrooms (4 caps or so, not that much and i knew they were mild because i have taken a full eigth of them before), and start to feel them a bit later. Mild visual distortions and trippy/euphoric feelings, very mild. She downs her mushrooms at some point (I don't know how much she had, what kind they were, or when she took them... I wish i had known and you'll see why soon). We dance for a while and I notice her getting more and more excited, flailing around and going nuts.
This is where everything starts going all to hell. For those of you who have never seen anyone totally loose it before, its not fun. I've been "that guy" thanks to booze too many times, and I am trying to never let it happen again.
She falls on the ground. She is still dancing on the ground, which looks more like she is having a seizure, in the middle of the dancefloor. She starts grabbing people's legs and saying random shit and people are forming a circle around her. I try to talk to her and give her water, but she just throws the water all over herself and says she is happy and wants to stay there and says "Fuck you" when i try to get her to stand up. I pick her up and she purposefully deadweights and won't stand on her legs. Then she grabs onto my leg and won't let go, still thrashing around and saying random shit about how happy she is. At this point i get pissed, say goodbye and walk off. I had been trying for at least 10 minutes to get her to go over to a wall and sit down like the rest of the too-fucked up kids, but she wanted to stay right there in the middle of the dancefloor. As i walk off, i see security heading towards her. My conscience takes back over and i turn around and talk to her and security. I talk to them and tell them she took mushrooms, but that i didn't think she took more than an eigth. They tell me she needs to go home and calm down (he was like "yeah she is too high, take her home and smoke her out or something"). We go outside with like 5 security people, who are giving her water on the side of the street. I am thinking "well, here comes the ambulance ride from hell/getting arrested part".... but no.
They ask me "are you with her, do you have a car?" I say, yes and yes. The lady says "GET IT, QUICKLY". I run to my car and come over. They put her in with like three bottles of water which she proceeds to throw all over herself and my car. (I have no idea what time it was but i think it was like 1)
NOTE: Had she been fucked up on anything like booze or e, i would have taken her to the hospital, because i know there is a risk of death, especially with booze. Since it was shrooms and i'd seen here drink a lot of water, i knew she was peaking and would come down as her body kicked the psylocibin out of her system and she got tired. I was pretty sure that she took less than an 1/8th. The times i have read about with deaths on shrooms were due to environmental factors, ie frostbite/hypothermia in cold temperatures I have seen freak-outs on shrooms before, and they usually were very short.
I thought that she would calm down now that we were out of the club. Her earlier actions had sobered me up completely.
However, this was just the beginning. For the next 2+/- hours, I lived the most frightening period of my life. Driving around with her while she was screaming and thrashing around. She was caught in a mental and verbal loop, repeating the same things over and over again: "I am so proud of myself, and i knew i could do it, do you understand that this is the happiest day of my life?! God loves me and my family loves me and I love you and eric (and ex bf), give me music, take me to water, i want to have sex right now, pull over, i love this, i am going to freak out for the rest of my life, i am going to take mushrooms and never stop, i cure all of the worlds problems because i love them all...etc". She would get louder and louder. She lashed out and grabbed my steering wheel, hit my car, grabbed the gearstick out of my hand, and grabbed at me WHILE I WAS DRIVING!!!! This is the part when I thought I was going to die. I tried everything to see if she was still "there", asking her questions, holding her hand, grabbing her shoulders. I was still driving most of the time and got COMPLETELY lost. When I pulled over, she didn't get any better, and would tell me to start driving, and then would try to get out, and I wouldn't let her. She wanted to run around screaming and wake everyone up she said.
A cop started following me. Fuck, I thought, he sees a guy driving yelling at what looks like a screaming, thrashing person wedged under the dash (i couldn't get her to sit in the seat). He is going to pull me over and I am going to jail. I turned into the nearest small road, accidentally JUMPING THE CURB in the process because i was so distracted!!!! SHIT, i thought and pulled over and turned off the car in this little residential neighborhood god knows where. The cop passed me slowly as i tried to talk to her. He stopped at the other end of the residential street and waited for a few minutes. Then he turned and left. GOD LOVES ME was all i could think. We drove around for a long time, including along a lake (possibly lake washington, i don't know), all the while she was freaking out. I said a lot of mean things to her as well as nice things, anything to get her to snap out of it and come back to reality, and it didn't work. Finally... she sat up in the seat and was like "where are we and why are we here?" I told her we're lost and started to explain why the car was soaking wet and why we were lost, and everthing. We eventually found I-5. We were down past the turn-off for SeaTac. That was a long way. We got back to her house at 3.
She changed out of her soaked clothes and I told her everything that happened. I calmed down and smoked a little to relax. She was shocked about what happened and sad and really sorry and completely embarrased. I told her we were luckly to be alive and not arrested. I told her I didn't hate her, and was just happy she came back to reality. We talked about drugs and freak outs and I left for home at about 4. I didn't tell her that she told me she had genital warts (that would probably be too embarrasing and over the top to tell her that), but i did say "You said A LOT of fucked up shit. If you think you said it, you probably did"
Morals and Closing Remarks:
Set and setting children. Anyone can freak out given the appropriate mindset, physical setting, and drug. "Freakouts" aren't always when someone feels angry or negative, but can be just as tough to deal with. Even a seasoned, 25 year-old raver can get blown out of the water.
If you think someone needs medical attention, go to a hospital. I knew that they would just pump her full of benzos or something like thorazine to knock her out.
If she had been bigger I wouldn't have been able to control her and prevent her from hurting me and herself. If it had been some random raver i didn't know, I would have let security deal with her and call the cops/medics. I think they were happy to pawn her off on me.
I also think that Karma was definitely involved. I've been the beligerent person too many times before, and it was my turn to deal with someone.
Again, this was the SCARIEST moment of my life, due to the fact she nearly killed us and got us arrested. But, life goes on.... I think i handled calmly and competently, and I felt like I learned a lot about myself in the process of dealing with her.
Be safe everyone.
I can answer any questions people have.
