Codeine, Valium, Percocet, Vicodin, Ativan, Soma, and Darvo: Pharmaceutical Euphoria
I am very experienced with all types of pharmaceuticals, opiates being my favorite. I have a decent tolerance built up, but I can feel the effects at relatively low does, while not getting floored like some of my friends do. This was a recent day that I spent completely elated and relaxed.
1:00 PM: The doorbell rings and my friend R is at the door. He has a few Tylenol 4 left from the night before, so I buy his remaining four and pop them immediately on an empty stomach. Within 15 minutes I am feeling the opiate bliss I am so familiar with. 120mg of Codeine isn't a lot, but it still puts me in a nice state of mind.
1:30 PM: I arrive at my friend B's brother's house where the last bit of an after-party is taking place. Everybody is coming down off of what they took at Twilight, a club in Ybor City, the previous night. I buy four 5mg Valiums from B and drop them. I have a pretty low tolerance to benzos, so 20mg will relax me.
2:00 PM: Nothing is bothering me. I conversate smoothly. Everything I say seems to make perfect sense and have a deeper meaning.
4:00 PM to 11 PM: I work until 10 PM, go home and take a shower, and head over to B's.
11:00 PM: One of B's friends gives me two 5mg Percocets and I drop them about an hour later.
12:30 AM: I usually need at least 25mg of Percocet to get to where I want to be, but the 10mg has me feeling very euphoric. I am happy and content in whatever I do. A new Wal-Mart supercenter has opened and B and I walk around admiring the toy aisle, reminiscing on our youth.
1:30 AM: I stop at R's house and pick up his last 3 pills: A 7.5mg Vicodin(Lortab), a 350mg Soma, and a 2mg Ativan(Lorazepam). I drop them immediately and head to Wal-Mart (a different Supercenter, closer to my house). Before B and I enter the store we meet up with two kids handing out flyers to an upcoming party. One really beautiful punk girl and a friend of hers that I knew years earlier. We'll call them J and F. We walk around Wal-Mart for a bit and decide to go to J's house to eat some Darvocets. At this point my whole body is numb and any idea sounds great to me.
2:00 AM: B, J, F and I are all laying around J's room listening to music and watching movies. I pop 2 Darvocets(100mg each) and lay back. I'm not a huge fan of Darvocets but they compliment other pills nicely. For the next three hours I lay in my comfort zone, not worrying about my daily troubles. I'm just happy to be alive, stress-free and not caring about how I'm doing in school or about getting a new, better job. This is how life should always be, I think to myself.
5:00 AM: We say our goodbyes and I go home, check Bluelight and Erowid, and drift off to sleep.
1:00 PM: I wake up. Last night feels like a dream. Doesn't it always?
I am very experienced with all types of pharmaceuticals, opiates being my favorite. I have a decent tolerance built up, but I can feel the effects at relatively low does, while not getting floored like some of my friends do. This was a recent day that I spent completely elated and relaxed.
1:00 PM: The doorbell rings and my friend R is at the door. He has a few Tylenol 4 left from the night before, so I buy his remaining four and pop them immediately on an empty stomach. Within 15 minutes I am feeling the opiate bliss I am so familiar with. 120mg of Codeine isn't a lot, but it still puts me in a nice state of mind.
1:30 PM: I arrive at my friend B's brother's house where the last bit of an after-party is taking place. Everybody is coming down off of what they took at Twilight, a club in Ybor City, the previous night. I buy four 5mg Valiums from B and drop them. I have a pretty low tolerance to benzos, so 20mg will relax me.
2:00 PM: Nothing is bothering me. I conversate smoothly. Everything I say seems to make perfect sense and have a deeper meaning.
4:00 PM to 11 PM: I work until 10 PM, go home and take a shower, and head over to B's.
11:00 PM: One of B's friends gives me two 5mg Percocets and I drop them about an hour later.
12:30 AM: I usually need at least 25mg of Percocet to get to where I want to be, but the 10mg has me feeling very euphoric. I am happy and content in whatever I do. A new Wal-Mart supercenter has opened and B and I walk around admiring the toy aisle, reminiscing on our youth.
1:30 AM: I stop at R's house and pick up his last 3 pills: A 7.5mg Vicodin(Lortab), a 350mg Soma, and a 2mg Ativan(Lorazepam). I drop them immediately and head to Wal-Mart (a different Supercenter, closer to my house). Before B and I enter the store we meet up with two kids handing out flyers to an upcoming party. One really beautiful punk girl and a friend of hers that I knew years earlier. We'll call them J and F. We walk around Wal-Mart for a bit and decide to go to J's house to eat some Darvocets. At this point my whole body is numb and any idea sounds great to me.
2:00 AM: B, J, F and I are all laying around J's room listening to music and watching movies. I pop 2 Darvocets(100mg each) and lay back. I'm not a huge fan of Darvocets but they compliment other pills nicely. For the next three hours I lay in my comfort zone, not worrying about my daily troubles. I'm just happy to be alive, stress-free and not caring about how I'm doing in school or about getting a new, better job. This is how life should always be, I think to myself.
5:00 AM: We say our goodbyes and I go home, check Bluelight and Erowid, and drift off to sleep.
1:00 PM: I wake up. Last night feels like a dream. Doesn't it always?
