Bardeaux
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Can anybody spot the period in OP's paragraph?
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never do bathsalts!!!!!
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M3L1k3s2G3tH1gh
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honestly..he's a dumbass for doing that. Its fucking bath salts...its not meant to be used other than for a damn bath tub. I swear, the shit you people do on here amazes me.
Honestly, your a dumbass. The term 'bath salt' is a legal front to sell products very obviously unofficially intended for human consumption. The same products are sold as 'Plant feeder'. Did you just come here to comment about something you know nothing about, or do you actually believe that people are feeding their plants and taking baths with Mephedrone and MDPV?
Either way, the OP is not the dumbass here. The OP had a friend who took a legal high, in the same way everyone else that buys them did. The OP's friend had a bad reaction. The OP came here to ask for help. This is a harm reduction forum. I see nothing wrong with that.
socio
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More fun times with "bath salts"!!!
It made him nuts, then it made you nuts, so you gave him s'more? And what, it made him "nutser"? Duh.... 8(
Not to be talking shit or anything, since ---
here's my first-person bit
I went on about a 10-day bath salt (aka mdpv) binge (mostly doing it IV and IM, and yes, I got staph in my arm -- bad! though w/ antibiotics it went away before the arm fell off). I ended up in a police car (somehow never arrested; they just thought I was a psycho) and/or the ER, EVERY single night, and at the end spent my few sober hours a day in homeless shelters or trying to sleep in alleys....
I also thought my house was full of gangsters each time...
So each time I took everything I could wield as a weapon and went to battle, completely destroying substantial portions of the family home, crushing ALL my knuckles, cracking one wrist and the other forearm.
At one point I imagined I was fighting a group of guys and tried to take their pistol, and I literally heard and felt the shot go off when I went for the gun, actually ended up with what appeared to be a powder burn and a melted hole running up my sleeve where the glance shot was before I successfully brained them all with my pile of clubs and whatnot.
In reality, I had barricaded myself in a closet which had a halogen light. They were breaking through the doors and wall vent, and I figured they could see me well enough to shoot me --
I actually tried to apprehend one real live human being. I ordered him to drop his weapon and either put his fists up or get on the ground to wait for the cops. He was probably only 16-18, which means he's adult-sized, but, unlike me, probably hasn't yet had the opportunity to have a dozen or so tooth & nail street fights with crackdealers/smokers in at least 4 or 5 cities, or numerous fights with the other inmates in Mexican jails, various other jumpings, robberies, and home invasions. (No doubt these past experiences play some role in my stimulant-induced-psychosis, but I think most people have similar experiences when the paranoia meter passes the redzone.)
(That poor fucking guy who was just minding his own business... I feel fucking awful, but the only thing I can do is never take illicit substances again, since he was a stranger.)
Thank god a ghost came from the bushes and started shooting at my head before I could chase him down. I might have fucking killed this guy before the cops got there (I was on 911 with my cell phone).
When the cops arrived they determined I was having a psychotic episode, no one was after me, and I wasn't committing any crimes (?!). To be honest, it was so long after taking the bath salts, I myself didn't even really make the connection until a few hours later at the ER.
Then I did it again...and again... for like a week or two. Now I'm one week off of them and finally halfway normal again. And not homeless anymore. After losing all the belongings I took with me (including warm clothes -- and I live in the snow!), my parents took mercy and let me stay with them...
I know, I'm an idiot: I'm 30 and unemployed and live at home and took bath salts until I tried to kill shaddow people. Repeatedly. But, Fuckin A, just thought I'd add mine to collection of MDPV/Bath Salt horror stories/comedies (depending on perspective).
It made him nuts, then it made you nuts, so you gave him s'more? And what, it made him "nutser"? Duh.... 8(
Not to be talking shit or anything, since ---
here's my first-person bit
I went on about a 10-day bath salt (aka mdpv) binge (mostly doing it IV and IM, and yes, I got staph in my arm -- bad! though w/ antibiotics it went away before the arm fell off). I ended up in a police car (somehow never arrested; they just thought I was a psycho) and/or the ER, EVERY single night, and at the end spent my few sober hours a day in homeless shelters or trying to sleep in alleys....
I also thought my house was full of gangsters each time...
So each time I took everything I could wield as a weapon and went to battle, completely destroying substantial portions of the family home, crushing ALL my knuckles, cracking one wrist and the other forearm.
At one point I imagined I was fighting a group of guys and tried to take their pistol, and I literally heard and felt the shot go off when I went for the gun, actually ended up with what appeared to be a powder burn and a melted hole running up my sleeve where the glance shot was before I successfully brained them all with my pile of clubs and whatnot.
In reality, I had barricaded myself in a closet which had a halogen light. They were breaking through the doors and wall vent, and I figured they could see me well enough to shoot me --
-- funny/shameful/horrifying side-note: I remember actually thinking to myself, Jason Bourne would be able to get outta this situation, what would he do?--
so I took one of those long thin metal meter/yard-sticks, and went all samurai, first slicing the light bulb (to make sure we were all in the dark) which EXPLODED like the fourth of freakin July, thus causing the burns and powder to my clothing (which I later thought were muzzleblast from the imaginary pistol), then went into full combat mode, slashing until the yardstick wedged into something, then grabbing and swinging a pair of baseball bats around causing things to fall off shelves onto my head/shoulders (including 5lb weights, ouch!), until I figured "they" were mostly dead or disabled, then ran around the house to warn my family, at which time the rest of the gang (who had been hiding outside in the dark) started taking pot shots at me with various firearms, while I yelled at them to drop their weapons and fight me like "real men, 10 to 1." Eventually my folks screamed at me to get away so I ran down the street being terrorized by imaginary killers and terrorizing real humans.I actually tried to apprehend one real live human being. I ordered him to drop his weapon and either put his fists up or get on the ground to wait for the cops. He was probably only 16-18, which means he's adult-sized, but, unlike me, probably hasn't yet had the opportunity to have a dozen or so tooth & nail street fights with crackdealers/smokers in at least 4 or 5 cities, or numerous fights with the other inmates in Mexican jails, various other jumpings, robberies, and home invasions. (No doubt these past experiences play some role in my stimulant-induced-psychosis, but I think most people have similar experiences when the paranoia meter passes the redzone.)
(That poor fucking guy who was just minding his own business... I feel fucking awful, but the only thing I can do is never take illicit substances again, since he was a stranger.)
Thank god a ghost came from the bushes and started shooting at my head before I could chase him down. I might have fucking killed this guy before the cops got there (I was on 911 with my cell phone).
When the cops arrived they determined I was having a psychotic episode, no one was after me, and I wasn't committing any crimes (?!). To be honest, it was so long after taking the bath salts, I myself didn't even really make the connection until a few hours later at the ER.
Then I did it again...and again... for like a week or two. Now I'm one week off of them and finally halfway normal again. And not homeless anymore. After losing all the belongings I took with me (including warm clothes -- and I live in the snow!), my parents took mercy and let me stay with them...
I know, I'm an idiot: I'm 30 and unemployed and live at home and took bath salts until I tried to kill shaddow people. Repeatedly. But, Fuckin A, just thought I'd add mine to collection of MDPV/Bath Salt horror stories/comedies (depending on perspective).
pally pete
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Weed is the last thing he needs.
yeh my bros fine now it took til like day 4 until he was finally ok hes almos a changed person now he dont wanna do drugs or nothin no more cuz before this we did dope an coke an shit all da time an then we heard about the bathsalt shit an yeah it was prolly the stupidest fuckin thing to do shits whack but i know i cant sue em or nuthin i was jus pissed at da time cuz i had already comedown an my bro was like fuckin gone hallucinating an shit all da crip shit but like i said everythings fine now an yeh hes prescribed 4 2 mg lorazepams a day an i had a quarter of some killer bud that helped him a lil at da time but not much
but yeah the worse part was when i woke up to cops in my house 9 in the morning because he thought crips were on our roof trying to strip copper haha then he started showing the cops the cable wiring in his room thinking it was bomb charges rigged up an shit dude it was bad the cops ended up taking our weed bowl an this legal flame shit but he ended up drivin back later an givin it back haha but he still got a possesion of alcohol charge for a half gallon of vodka cuz im 19 hes 20 an noone 21 lives in da house the cops just told him that he shoulda woke me up before he called iim pretty sure they lknew he was tweaked on something but didnt want to get him in trouble cuz they also said he reported a fight in the middle fo the night that wasnt there haha shit was crazy
Wait till it comes down a bit. Have him take a few Xanax and get a LOT of sleep. Its not permanent, he's just going through mild psychosis. It will pass. Just don't let him do it again. MDPV is incredibly addicting and he might want to try it again after its all said and done.
I was addicted to MDPV for a good 2 weeks before it was made illegal in my state. Probably would still be addicted if it wasn't impossible to get a hold of.
I was addicted to MDPV for a good 2 weeks before it was made illegal in my state. Probably would still be addicted if it wasn't impossible to get a hold of.
first off to all u fucks who talk mad shit stfu cuz u all know uv tried stupid shit i was just pissed when it happened cuz the shits whack an so is mephredrone iv seen people bug jus like that off that jus like the mdpv both drugs r whacked an should be illegal cuz it aint worth havin people fuckin die from em an wut i read online bout bathsalts was all good shit then when me an my bro when an did it it was fun for like da first 2 hours an then shit got bad luckily i stopped but my bro did a shitload of it an got whacked an started hallucinatin mad shit mdpv is strait poison yo so dont be buggin on me sayin im da fuckin reason drugs r illegal iv never been caught wit shit an never blew nuttin up so get your facts strait before u make accusations i wuz jus pissed when da shit happened
an my bros prescribed 4 2 mg ativans a day an he ended up bein fine we aint ever fuckin wit nuttin like dat again ill stick to dope i think its funny dope an coke an shit r illegal but whack ass shit like mdpv is legal thats the point im tryin to make
And sound like a skinny white teenage boy trying to be "gangsta" while you're doing it, too 8).