the prepster
Bluelighter
I guess we'll start with a little background. I'm 22, and was five months out of a five-year oxycontin addiction. In the last week I had been back on oxycontin daily, and was well on my way to starting my old habit back up.
I woke this particular morning to a friendly mail lady handing me the 100mg of 2c-e that I had ordered four days previously. It had been years since I had done any hallucinogens/psychadelics, and I was never a big fan of them. Recently, though, I had been reading a lot about the 2c-family and was getting extremely interested in opening the doors to perception again. My plan wasn't to do it that day, but the plan changed.
A buddy dropped off two 80mg oxy's a couple of hours after I received the 2c-e, and I snorted one as soon as I got it. God, I love the oxycontin drip. In ten minutes I was blasted. I went from tired and bored to a feeling of complete bliss. I had a couple of things to do that day, so I decided to stick the 2c-e in my closet, the other 80 in my pocket, and to go get them done.
I mailed off a package at a department store and decided that I needed another 40mg of OC. I was still completely whacked on the first one, but I wanted to be in a total narco state. So I stepped into the wheelchair bathroom (they have the best sinks and toilet lids) and crushed half of my little friend up and railed it. I came out of the bathroom with a big smile on my face and proceeded to go to Starbucks.
I got home at around 5 o'clock in the afternoon to an empty house, completely euphoric on the oxy, and decided to do a bump of the 2c-e. I know that it's not recommended intranasally, but I wasn't thinking with my right mind. I eyeballed 10mg, rolled up a dollar, and up it went. I'd heard that it burned, but it was worse than anything that I could've imagined. It was like I took a big whiff of powdered fire. My left eye started to burn and tear, and the only thing that I wanted to do was blow my nose - anything to get the pain out of my nostril. I didn't, though. Instead I took a shower and let some water get up into my nose to try and soothe the pain.
By the time I was out of the shower I was in a new world. I wasn't feeling the full effects yet, but every color was brighter and my vision had that familiar interdimension haze. My bedroom is completely blacked out, and the only light on in my room was my computer monitor, The background on my desktop (a trippy painting) seemed to be ultra-illuminated. It almost looked 3D.
The pain was still in my nose, though, and I couldn't take it anymore. I was unable to concentrate on anything, or to really enjoy my new state, so I railed the other half of the OC80 and laid down in my bed. My head was spinning. It wasn't the usual trippy feeling that I got from LSD or mushies, probably b/c of the 160mg of oxycodone in my system. It was more of stoned visual trip. I love my oxycontin, but I really wish I had abstained from it so that I could've really enjoyed the 2c-e. I called the girl that I was supposed to hang out with night, and I told her that it would be a couple of house before we'd be able to chill.
Fast forward eight hours. I am feeling nothing from either of the chemicals that I took. I check my eyes in the mirror and they aren't pin-point anymore, so I decided to redose with the 2c-e to try to get the full effects, even though I think the residual oxy in my system might throw it off.
I decided to swallow 20mg, and boost with a 10mg line right after. I know that 30mg is a large dose, but I really wanted to see what the chemical was about.
I'm not going to describe the visuals to you, other than saying that the colors were enhanced ten-fold, and that there everything I looked at swirled. This is going to be about the mental aspect of my trip.
I hop online, put on some Tiesto, and start talking to a buddy on Instant Messenger. Fifteen minutes into the trip I began to get overcome with grief.
I begin to go over every one of my life choices and my attitudes. I suddenly realize how superficial I am. That I really only care about appearances and that 90% of the people that I hang out with with, friends and girlfriends, don't really matter to me. They don't care about me and I don't care about them. We do drugs or sell drugs or sleep together, but there is no real meaning in any of it. I get really sad over that fact and sit on my bed and begin to rethink every aspect of my life.
I'm not going to go over everything that I thought, mainly because it would take about six hours of more to read through, but I will say what 2c-e did for me and my life. It gave me a new clarity. It made me realize that family and real friends are the real important things in life. It made me realize that I was going straight back into my opiate addiction, and that if I didn't stop right then I would be strung-out in a matter of weeks. It also made me realize that I need to live for other people and make them happy, not always thinking of myself.
At the end of the night I put on my illegal, ripped copy of 'A Scanner Darkly' and enjoyed the visuals into a fell into a ten-hour sleep.
It's been a little bit of time since then, and so far: I haven't touched another opiate or benzo, I quit eating meat, I dropped most of the people I hung out with that I felt were bringing me down (as in, we only used each other for drugs and sex) and didn't care about me (If I dropped dead they'd probably just shrug it off and find someone else). I've also spent most of my days listening to my real friend's problems and not glossing over them. I do little things for people everyday to let them know that I care about them and that they are important to me. All in all, 2c-e helped me to become a better person, and I am extremely happy that I took this magical drug.
I woke this particular morning to a friendly mail lady handing me the 100mg of 2c-e that I had ordered four days previously. It had been years since I had done any hallucinogens/psychadelics, and I was never a big fan of them. Recently, though, I had been reading a lot about the 2c-family and was getting extremely interested in opening the doors to perception again. My plan wasn't to do it that day, but the plan changed.
A buddy dropped off two 80mg oxy's a couple of hours after I received the 2c-e, and I snorted one as soon as I got it. God, I love the oxycontin drip. In ten minutes I was blasted. I went from tired and bored to a feeling of complete bliss. I had a couple of things to do that day, so I decided to stick the 2c-e in my closet, the other 80 in my pocket, and to go get them done.
I mailed off a package at a department store and decided that I needed another 40mg of OC. I was still completely whacked on the first one, but I wanted to be in a total narco state. So I stepped into the wheelchair bathroom (they have the best sinks and toilet lids) and crushed half of my little friend up and railed it. I came out of the bathroom with a big smile on my face and proceeded to go to Starbucks.
I got home at around 5 o'clock in the afternoon to an empty house, completely euphoric on the oxy, and decided to do a bump of the 2c-e. I know that it's not recommended intranasally, but I wasn't thinking with my right mind. I eyeballed 10mg, rolled up a dollar, and up it went. I'd heard that it burned, but it was worse than anything that I could've imagined. It was like I took a big whiff of powdered fire. My left eye started to burn and tear, and the only thing that I wanted to do was blow my nose - anything to get the pain out of my nostril. I didn't, though. Instead I took a shower and let some water get up into my nose to try and soothe the pain.
By the time I was out of the shower I was in a new world. I wasn't feeling the full effects yet, but every color was brighter and my vision had that familiar interdimension haze. My bedroom is completely blacked out, and the only light on in my room was my computer monitor, The background on my desktop (a trippy painting) seemed to be ultra-illuminated. It almost looked 3D.
The pain was still in my nose, though, and I couldn't take it anymore. I was unable to concentrate on anything, or to really enjoy my new state, so I railed the other half of the OC80 and laid down in my bed. My head was spinning. It wasn't the usual trippy feeling that I got from LSD or mushies, probably b/c of the 160mg of oxycodone in my system. It was more of stoned visual trip. I love my oxycontin, but I really wish I had abstained from it so that I could've really enjoyed the 2c-e. I called the girl that I was supposed to hang out with night, and I told her that it would be a couple of house before we'd be able to chill.
Fast forward eight hours. I am feeling nothing from either of the chemicals that I took. I check my eyes in the mirror and they aren't pin-point anymore, so I decided to redose with the 2c-e to try to get the full effects, even though I think the residual oxy in my system might throw it off.
I decided to swallow 20mg, and boost with a 10mg line right after. I know that 30mg is a large dose, but I really wanted to see what the chemical was about.
I'm not going to describe the visuals to you, other than saying that the colors were enhanced ten-fold, and that there everything I looked at swirled. This is going to be about the mental aspect of my trip.
I hop online, put on some Tiesto, and start talking to a buddy on Instant Messenger. Fifteen minutes into the trip I began to get overcome with grief.
I begin to go over every one of my life choices and my attitudes. I suddenly realize how superficial I am. That I really only care about appearances and that 90% of the people that I hang out with with, friends and girlfriends, don't really matter to me. They don't care about me and I don't care about them. We do drugs or sell drugs or sleep together, but there is no real meaning in any of it. I get really sad over that fact and sit on my bed and begin to rethink every aspect of my life.
I'm not going to go over everything that I thought, mainly because it would take about six hours of more to read through, but I will say what 2c-e did for me and my life. It gave me a new clarity. It made me realize that family and real friends are the real important things in life. It made me realize that I was going straight back into my opiate addiction, and that if I didn't stop right then I would be strung-out in a matter of weeks. It also made me realize that I need to live for other people and make them happy, not always thinking of myself.
At the end of the night I put on my illegal, ripped copy of 'A Scanner Darkly' and enjoyed the visuals into a fell into a ten-hour sleep.
It's been a little bit of time since then, and so far: I haven't touched another opiate or benzo, I quit eating meat, I dropped most of the people I hung out with that I felt were bringing me down (as in, we only used each other for drugs and sex) and didn't care about me (If I dropped dead they'd probably just shrug it off and find someone else). I've also spent most of my days listening to my real friend's problems and not glossing over them. I do little things for people everyday to let them know that I care about them and that they are important to me. All in all, 2c-e helped me to become a better person, and I am extremely happy that I took this magical drug.
