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An amazing night which was made sub-standard.
It all started when I saw a one of the best nights IMO was coming up in the next couple of months. I text round a couple of mates to see if they were up for it and a handful of them agreed. I made sure one of my close friends got a ticket because I knew he can be disorganised and unreliable at times, ensuring that he was coming. In the coming weeks I tried to get hold of some MDMA, contacting two people initially who couldn't sort me out for whatever reasons. Anyway, no need for distress as the third said he could sort it. It got closer and closer to the event and I contacted him again a few times in which he assured me it could be sorted. Being naturally concerned I text Alex the night before asking if we were sorted, getting a text back saying it wasn't possible anymore. Fairly peeved at this I took it in good will and thought that the next night would be fine since I loved the music and didn't need anything to have a good time.
During the day of the event I was at work and ate a meal around 1-2pm which was fairly tasty. Returning to work I felt a bit bored and down which progressed into a very relaxed attitude when I got home. I had a quick kip and woke up a bit late to realise that we had to go. I headed out the house realising I hadn't eaten but never the less would pick up some fast food on the way. My friend Dex then text saying a mate of his 'knew a guy'. Anyway I perked up a bit and got there a little later than expected. Dex pussied out on texting or calling the guy whilst I was heading to his. For the sake of the 'guy' I'm going to call him 'Rat'. When I got there I text Rat and got a quick reply asking what I wanted. He was pretty friendly and said he could bike up to where we were, I said it's okay I'd drive to him to make things a bit quicker and for his ease. Dex said he'd never seen me this paranoid before, which I do get when picking up in a public place in my car. We got to the guy, hopped out the car, made a quick call to Rat and met him. A quick switch of hands which according to Rat was 'Bare Bate', and to be fair it was. This meant I didn't really get a look at what I was buying but didn't want to make anything too obvious in the location we were in. When walking away from Rat he gave us a brief warning 'that shit's strong don't do it all at once', we acknowledged this even though you get that chat off most dealers. After this we looped back round to the car and headed back to Dex's place.
We got into Dex's, took a shower and chilled with a beer. I decided to take a look at what we'd bought, whipped it out and saw two rocks which looked very similar to rose quartz. A little strange I thought, but it is possible to get pink MD. I crushed it up and decided to make a couple of bombs for the night ahead. I split it up into roughly 10 lines of 100mg making 2x 150mg bombs (wraps, parachutes, whatever in a rizla) and 2x 100mg bombs. My plan was to bomb 150mg when we got in and take the 100mg later if we needed. I made the wraps and put them back in the bag. I had a brief dab of what the powder tasted like to get some of idea of what we had bought. It tasted very chemically strong and a tinge of sweetness, a few alarm bells rang and I was little concerned but new that it could of been mixed with sugar or some kind of glucose powder. On a similar night, we had done a couple of lines before we went out and did the rest out. So I decided that I'd imitate this in the same manner.
I racked up a 100mg line and insufflated it. It immediately hit which I was fairly surprised about and my nose hurt and was burning more than it had ever before on MDMA. I went to the toilet to have a shit and my nose began to run quite a lot. When I sat down everything, especially the soap, began to pulse in my vision. I thought to myself, wow this is some strong shit. I got up and had a bit of a walk round the room in pain from my nose. I gave my nose a good blow with a tissue as it was running quite badly. My lips had also become very numb from licking the card that I had made the lines with, unusual I thought. I stepped into the hallway and things were spinning quite a lot. The trip didn't make me feel very good but that could of been down to the paranoia I had felt earlier. I called in my mate Dex and said, have a 'rack' (line), it's some strong shit. Seeing that I was fucked he turned it down and said he'd rather drop when he was in the event. I agreed saying that's fine. The come up became very very strong from there on in and I quickly realised I had not eaten since about 1pm, it was not 23:00 and I thought 'oh fuck'. The come up kept coming on really strong and I was sick a little in my mouth, which I held and spat in the toilet. I tried to keep my shit together, as you do, but it wasn't really possible. I began to get very cold and picked up a jumper to ensure I was a bit warmer. I called in my friend Dex and told him it'd be wise to cut the 100mg bomb into two 50mg bombs just so he didn't get utterly fucked like I was. I said this because he's a little less experienced than me and I kinda felt responsible for his outcome. I did this because the trip I was on felt pretty awful, this could of been because I hadn't eaten or the MDMA I bought might not of actually been MD. Being aware of this I told him that he should only take the 2x 50mg bombs so he didn't have a bad time. I didn't tell him that it might not of been MDMA at the time since he probably wouldn't of been able to tell if it was or wasn't and it might of just been because I hadn't eaten.
I went into the kitchen and grabbed a banana and some water and told the rest of Dex's roommates I was ill because I hadn't eaten all day and had had too much 'voddy'. (I forgot to mention that it was now only me and Dex getting 'on it' and the others were just getting drunk but unaware of our antics)(The lads I had invited had dropped out the week before the event) We headed out to another flat where they were getting down to some tunes. We stepped inside and the room stunk of weed which smelt very clammy and I craved fresh air. Although the tunes and dj were good I didn't feel it very much, stood there with banana and water in hand. After 10 or so minutes we got in our taxi and headed out to the event, as we got in the taxi someone had already been sick so everyone refrained from sitting in this one space except the drunkest of the group who sat on the edge of the seat claiming 'AAAAHHH THERE'S SICK ON MY SEAT' every five minutes. The group were hammered and we rolled up to the club and got it. My eyes were saucers but I felt a lot better than earlier, not so much an ill feeling but no longer tripping. The club is one that I am so very comfortable with, even more so than being in people's flats. My friend dropped as soon as he got in but after an hour or two said he felt nothing. The dj's were amazing, some of my favourite but all I could think about was eating and getting home, not the normal thoughts of a guy on MDMA. I didn't have a tight jaw or eye wiggles at all, only a slight tingle down my back briefly but that was probably the cold. I stuck it out, I did this to see the amazing DJ I was hyped for and not wanting to put a downer on Dex's night. He was less enthusiastic about this type of music but still had a good time. He later insufflated the 50mg bomb in 2x 25mg hits, I told him to be really cautious, but said he didn't really feel much through the night. No massive come up which was a good sign considering I'd been sick. We were good mates so we laughed a lot at our dancing and took the piss, which we usually do when drinking anyway. Since he wasn't feeling the MD he decided to drink the rest of the night since I'd told him to bring out only 100mg. I felt a bit bad about that, but didn't want him to feel like I had previously. I still felt pretty rough and stuck to water and could barely handle anything alcoholic. The event had brought it a lot 'pillheads' and everyone was absolutely fucked. It was more rammed than it had ever been which was surprising. At times I felt like David Mitchell when he was pretending to be on drugs. It was "The grip of the sweaty moron" as people groped and smiled at you. I felt it kick for a couple of minutes about 3 hours but nothing much more, I was very lathargic despite getting lots of sleep but again this was probably down to having not eaten.
We stuck it out till about 4 before heading back and getting a taxi. We skanked out of the club, crouching down and raving whilst walking, which was hilarious, the bouncers were pissing themselves and everyone that was watching. We got a taxi back to his and got inside, cooked something up and got some kip. Talking to Dex he said he didn't really know how it had affected him. He said he didn't feel it but he had a clenched jaw and we were dancing like idiots so something must of happened. I got some kip and woke up before heading off relatively early.
Overall I'd say it could of been a lot better and probably would have been just drinking. I'm not totally sure what we had bought since I didn't know the guy but there will have been MD in it for some of the effects we had felt. So I think it could of been mixed and re-crystallised or it may have been something very similar such as 6-APB, which I read as having a strong come up. I'm thinking of probably trying what we had again on a full stomach for a different night since my friend felt fine. If it doesn't work out next time I'll probably flush it.
Peace out
It all started when I saw a one of the best nights IMO was coming up in the next couple of months. I text round a couple of mates to see if they were up for it and a handful of them agreed. I made sure one of my close friends got a ticket because I knew he can be disorganised and unreliable at times, ensuring that he was coming. In the coming weeks I tried to get hold of some MDMA, contacting two people initially who couldn't sort me out for whatever reasons. Anyway, no need for distress as the third said he could sort it. It got closer and closer to the event and I contacted him again a few times in which he assured me it could be sorted. Being naturally concerned I text Alex the night before asking if we were sorted, getting a text back saying it wasn't possible anymore. Fairly peeved at this I took it in good will and thought that the next night would be fine since I loved the music and didn't need anything to have a good time.
During the day of the event I was at work and ate a meal around 1-2pm which was fairly tasty. Returning to work I felt a bit bored and down which progressed into a very relaxed attitude when I got home. I had a quick kip and woke up a bit late to realise that we had to go. I headed out the house realising I hadn't eaten but never the less would pick up some fast food on the way. My friend Dex then text saying a mate of his 'knew a guy'. Anyway I perked up a bit and got there a little later than expected. Dex pussied out on texting or calling the guy whilst I was heading to his. For the sake of the 'guy' I'm going to call him 'Rat'. When I got there I text Rat and got a quick reply asking what I wanted. He was pretty friendly and said he could bike up to where we were, I said it's okay I'd drive to him to make things a bit quicker and for his ease. Dex said he'd never seen me this paranoid before, which I do get when picking up in a public place in my car. We got to the guy, hopped out the car, made a quick call to Rat and met him. A quick switch of hands which according to Rat was 'Bare Bate', and to be fair it was. This meant I didn't really get a look at what I was buying but didn't want to make anything too obvious in the location we were in. When walking away from Rat he gave us a brief warning 'that shit's strong don't do it all at once', we acknowledged this even though you get that chat off most dealers. After this we looped back round to the car and headed back to Dex's place.
We got into Dex's, took a shower and chilled with a beer. I decided to take a look at what we'd bought, whipped it out and saw two rocks which looked very similar to rose quartz. A little strange I thought, but it is possible to get pink MD. I crushed it up and decided to make a couple of bombs for the night ahead. I split it up into roughly 10 lines of 100mg making 2x 150mg bombs (wraps, parachutes, whatever in a rizla) and 2x 100mg bombs. My plan was to bomb 150mg when we got in and take the 100mg later if we needed. I made the wraps and put them back in the bag. I had a brief dab of what the powder tasted like to get some of idea of what we had bought. It tasted very chemically strong and a tinge of sweetness, a few alarm bells rang and I was little concerned but new that it could of been mixed with sugar or some kind of glucose powder. On a similar night, we had done a couple of lines before we went out and did the rest out. So I decided that I'd imitate this in the same manner.
I racked up a 100mg line and insufflated it. It immediately hit which I was fairly surprised about and my nose hurt and was burning more than it had ever before on MDMA. I went to the toilet to have a shit and my nose began to run quite a lot. When I sat down everything, especially the soap, began to pulse in my vision. I thought to myself, wow this is some strong shit. I got up and had a bit of a walk round the room in pain from my nose. I gave my nose a good blow with a tissue as it was running quite badly. My lips had also become very numb from licking the card that I had made the lines with, unusual I thought. I stepped into the hallway and things were spinning quite a lot. The trip didn't make me feel very good but that could of been down to the paranoia I had felt earlier. I called in my mate Dex and said, have a 'rack' (line), it's some strong shit. Seeing that I was fucked he turned it down and said he'd rather drop when he was in the event. I agreed saying that's fine. The come up became very very strong from there on in and I quickly realised I had not eaten since about 1pm, it was not 23:00 and I thought 'oh fuck'. The come up kept coming on really strong and I was sick a little in my mouth, which I held and spat in the toilet. I tried to keep my shit together, as you do, but it wasn't really possible. I began to get very cold and picked up a jumper to ensure I was a bit warmer. I called in my friend Dex and told him it'd be wise to cut the 100mg bomb into two 50mg bombs just so he didn't get utterly fucked like I was. I said this because he's a little less experienced than me and I kinda felt responsible for his outcome. I did this because the trip I was on felt pretty awful, this could of been because I hadn't eaten or the MDMA I bought might not of actually been MD. Being aware of this I told him that he should only take the 2x 50mg bombs so he didn't have a bad time. I didn't tell him that it might not of been MDMA at the time since he probably wouldn't of been able to tell if it was or wasn't and it might of just been because I hadn't eaten.
I went into the kitchen and grabbed a banana and some water and told the rest of Dex's roommates I was ill because I hadn't eaten all day and had had too much 'voddy'. (I forgot to mention that it was now only me and Dex getting 'on it' and the others were just getting drunk but unaware of our antics)(The lads I had invited had dropped out the week before the event) We headed out to another flat where they were getting down to some tunes. We stepped inside and the room stunk of weed which smelt very clammy and I craved fresh air. Although the tunes and dj were good I didn't feel it very much, stood there with banana and water in hand. After 10 or so minutes we got in our taxi and headed out to the event, as we got in the taxi someone had already been sick so everyone refrained from sitting in this one space except the drunkest of the group who sat on the edge of the seat claiming 'AAAAHHH THERE'S SICK ON MY SEAT' every five minutes. The group were hammered and we rolled up to the club and got it. My eyes were saucers but I felt a lot better than earlier, not so much an ill feeling but no longer tripping. The club is one that I am so very comfortable with, even more so than being in people's flats. My friend dropped as soon as he got in but after an hour or two said he felt nothing. The dj's were amazing, some of my favourite but all I could think about was eating and getting home, not the normal thoughts of a guy on MDMA. I didn't have a tight jaw or eye wiggles at all, only a slight tingle down my back briefly but that was probably the cold. I stuck it out, I did this to see the amazing DJ I was hyped for and not wanting to put a downer on Dex's night. He was less enthusiastic about this type of music but still had a good time. He later insufflated the 50mg bomb in 2x 25mg hits, I told him to be really cautious, but said he didn't really feel much through the night. No massive come up which was a good sign considering I'd been sick. We were good mates so we laughed a lot at our dancing and took the piss, which we usually do when drinking anyway. Since he wasn't feeling the MD he decided to drink the rest of the night since I'd told him to bring out only 100mg. I felt a bit bad about that, but didn't want him to feel like I had previously. I still felt pretty rough and stuck to water and could barely handle anything alcoholic. The event had brought it a lot 'pillheads' and everyone was absolutely fucked. It was more rammed than it had ever been which was surprising. At times I felt like David Mitchell when he was pretending to be on drugs. It was "The grip of the sweaty moron" as people groped and smiled at you. I felt it kick for a couple of minutes about 3 hours but nothing much more, I was very lathargic despite getting lots of sleep but again this was probably down to having not eaten.
We stuck it out till about 4 before heading back and getting a taxi. We skanked out of the club, crouching down and raving whilst walking, which was hilarious, the bouncers were pissing themselves and everyone that was watching. We got a taxi back to his and got inside, cooked something up and got some kip. Talking to Dex he said he didn't really know how it had affected him. He said he didn't feel it but he had a clenched jaw and we were dancing like idiots so something must of happened. I got some kip and woke up before heading off relatively early.
Overall I'd say it could of been a lot better and probably would have been just drinking. I'm not totally sure what we had bought since I didn't know the guy but there will have been MD in it for some of the effects we had felt. So I think it could of been mixed and re-crystallised or it may have been something very similar such as 6-APB, which I read as having a strong come up. I'm thinking of probably trying what we had again on a full stomach for a different night since my friend felt fine. If it doesn't work out next time I'll probably flush it.
Peace out
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