ElCoolMagnefico
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This is a report over two nights. The first night, oxy was consumed, and ambien on the second.
I call up my friend Friday afternoon to see what he's up to. He tells me he just picked up on some oxycontin and some methadone. I usually stick to weed, but I have been wanting to try some new things so I bought myself an oxycontin. At about 5:30pm I took 15mg and my friend took 30. We were at a movie theater which is one of our hangout spots, so we decided to go see a little bit of spiderman 3 (we don't have to pay, we have friends working.) After sitting in this movie for about half an hour, we decide it is an incredibly bad movie and my friend tells me he is too messed up to pay attention or anything. I myself am feeling pretty good myself. Slight nausea, but nothing too bad. My legs feel a little wobbly while I walk. Fast forward to about 7:30 when my other friend gets off work. We all meet up at the mall and my other friend buys a methadone. This is where the oxy hits me pretty hard. Walking around the mall, I have a decent sense of euphoria and complete comfort. Usually a shy person, I feel as if I can go up to anyone and talk about anything. I have to leave my friends in a clothing store and go sit down on a couch because I can't focus on anything and I am getting an intense body high; I need to sit down and relax. Eventually, yet another friend meets us up at the mall. From this person my friend who took the methadone and I purchase a gram of good ol' mary jane. This gram is promptly rolled up into a joint and smoked by the two of us. It is 9:30pm at this time and I feel like the oxy has pretty much worn off by now. We all travel to a friend's house who is having a small party. Within one hour we smoke another joint and about five bowls out of a little bong. I am thoroughly ripped at this point. My friends decide to watch a cartoon on the internet from the [adult swim] network called, "Super Jail." If you haven't seen this show, it is, in my mind, the epitome of insanity. It is what I imagine a bad acid trip to be like. For me, this cartoon was very, very unnerving. I could feel the oxy slowly creeping back up. I consider walking away while everyone watches this cartoon, it is too fucked up for me. I spend much of the ten minutes with my head down, almost dozing off. A good body buzz and sense of numbness has returned. I guess some good bud can really intensify certain drugs. I get up out of my seat, for it is time for me to leave. Right as I get up, I feel lightheaded like never before. My entire vision goes black except for a small slit. Everything seems to be slowing down, and I am seeing in frames. I fight as hard as I can to maintain consciousness, and I succeed. However, this initiates a panic attack and I declare that I am unfit to drive myself home. So, my friend drives he and I to his house, where he gets out, and at this point I am good enough to drive myself home. Laying in bed, the oxycontin is making its presence felt and I nod off to sleep several times while watching TV. I was fearful that if I fell asleep then I would die, but then dismiss it as overreacting. After a few times involuntarily dozing off, I cave in and go to sleep for the night.
The next night, with ambien, is shorter. I arrive at my friend's house and he shows me his prescription of ambien. I have recently been reading about it and have been anxious to try it. So, at 10:30pm I crush up the time release pill and parachute it. Almost immediately I feel a sense of inebriation. Just like any other night, we proceed to smoke a fair amount. At this point I am stumbling a little and tripping over things. Nothing so intense that I can't avoid by just paying a little more attention. I see little fleeting streams of colored light out of the corner of my eye about twice. I am also speaking in that manner where you think what you are saying makes perfect sense, but is mostly just weirdly formed sentences. I decide it is time to head home at about 1am, but not before buying another gram. My plan is to smoke with some friends and then go to bed. One of my friends asks me to take him home, so i accept and offer him a smoke down which he gladly accepts. This is where I see that driving on ambien isn't a very good idea. While driving to meet up with another friend I am repeatedly zoning out. I can't recognize the landscape and have to ask what road we are on and if we are going the right way several times. I even make a couple wrong turns, just to turn right back around. We have to meet my friend in a neighborhood, and I blindly drive around this neighborhood for a good 15 minutes trying to find out where to go. I know all these places like the back of my hand, and I have no idea where I am going the entire time. We eventually pick up my other friend, smoke a joint, and all head home. I drive the first friend back to the house, only messing up once or twice this time, and make it home safely. This weekend was a good weekend.
I call up my friend Friday afternoon to see what he's up to. He tells me he just picked up on some oxycontin and some methadone. I usually stick to weed, but I have been wanting to try some new things so I bought myself an oxycontin. At about 5:30pm I took 15mg and my friend took 30. We were at a movie theater which is one of our hangout spots, so we decided to go see a little bit of spiderman 3 (we don't have to pay, we have friends working.) After sitting in this movie for about half an hour, we decide it is an incredibly bad movie and my friend tells me he is too messed up to pay attention or anything. I myself am feeling pretty good myself. Slight nausea, but nothing too bad. My legs feel a little wobbly while I walk. Fast forward to about 7:30 when my other friend gets off work. We all meet up at the mall and my other friend buys a methadone. This is where the oxy hits me pretty hard. Walking around the mall, I have a decent sense of euphoria and complete comfort. Usually a shy person, I feel as if I can go up to anyone and talk about anything. I have to leave my friends in a clothing store and go sit down on a couch because I can't focus on anything and I am getting an intense body high; I need to sit down and relax. Eventually, yet another friend meets us up at the mall. From this person my friend who took the methadone and I purchase a gram of good ol' mary jane. This gram is promptly rolled up into a joint and smoked by the two of us. It is 9:30pm at this time and I feel like the oxy has pretty much worn off by now. We all travel to a friend's house who is having a small party. Within one hour we smoke another joint and about five bowls out of a little bong. I am thoroughly ripped at this point. My friends decide to watch a cartoon on the internet from the [adult swim] network called, "Super Jail." If you haven't seen this show, it is, in my mind, the epitome of insanity. It is what I imagine a bad acid trip to be like. For me, this cartoon was very, very unnerving. I could feel the oxy slowly creeping back up. I consider walking away while everyone watches this cartoon, it is too fucked up for me. I spend much of the ten minutes with my head down, almost dozing off. A good body buzz and sense of numbness has returned. I guess some good bud can really intensify certain drugs. I get up out of my seat, for it is time for me to leave. Right as I get up, I feel lightheaded like never before. My entire vision goes black except for a small slit. Everything seems to be slowing down, and I am seeing in frames. I fight as hard as I can to maintain consciousness, and I succeed. However, this initiates a panic attack and I declare that I am unfit to drive myself home. So, my friend drives he and I to his house, where he gets out, and at this point I am good enough to drive myself home. Laying in bed, the oxycontin is making its presence felt and I nod off to sleep several times while watching TV. I was fearful that if I fell asleep then I would die, but then dismiss it as overreacting. After a few times involuntarily dozing off, I cave in and go to sleep for the night.
The next night, with ambien, is shorter. I arrive at my friend's house and he shows me his prescription of ambien. I have recently been reading about it and have been anxious to try it. So, at 10:30pm I crush up the time release pill and parachute it. Almost immediately I feel a sense of inebriation. Just like any other night, we proceed to smoke a fair amount. At this point I am stumbling a little and tripping over things. Nothing so intense that I can't avoid by just paying a little more attention. I see little fleeting streams of colored light out of the corner of my eye about twice. I am also speaking in that manner where you think what you are saying makes perfect sense, but is mostly just weirdly formed sentences. I decide it is time to head home at about 1am, but not before buying another gram. My plan is to smoke with some friends and then go to bed. One of my friends asks me to take him home, so i accept and offer him a smoke down which he gladly accepts. This is where I see that driving on ambien isn't a very good idea. While driving to meet up with another friend I am repeatedly zoning out. I can't recognize the landscape and have to ask what road we are on and if we are going the right way several times. I even make a couple wrong turns, just to turn right back around. We have to meet my friend in a neighborhood, and I blindly drive around this neighborhood for a good 15 minutes trying to find out where to go. I know all these places like the back of my hand, and I have no idea where I am going the entire time. We eventually pick up my other friend, smoke a joint, and all head home. I drive the first friend back to the house, only messing up once or twice this time, and make it home safely. This weekend was a good weekend.
