ToxicFerret
Bluelighter
Experience: Much weed, a bit of methcathinone, methylphenidate, cocaine, regrettbly alcohol, zolpidem, alprazolam, hydrocodone
Substances ingested: Much weed, a bit of rum, methcathinone, and nitrous oxide
So. It's the last day of spring break, and I've got nothing to do. After an hour and a half long excursion to and from my drum lesson, I call up some of the local punks to see if anybody's free. Lo and behold, they're all heading up to the adjacent town Evanston (E-town) for some partying. I decided that I'd try out smoking methcathinone to start the expected irresponsible drug frenzy off.
I placed the not 100% dry methcathinone... stuff.. on a piece of foil and took out a straw and a lighter. I say stuff because it looked crystaline until it was scraped off the baking dish it was drying on. Then it just looked like globs of earwax, very unpleasant to be sure. I lit the lighter and aved it about below the methcathinone on the foil, trying not to apply direct heat. A greyish smoke/vapor rose from this earwax looking glob, and I sucked it through the straw. This stuff tastes less than pleasant when it burns, but it's not that bad. I took five hits because they were very small since I was unsure about what I was doing as this was the first time i 'chased the dragon' with any chemical.
The effects came on quickly. A general warmth was noticed, and the bathroom tiles appeared a bit brighter, although this could be my imagination. My heartbeat was noticeably increased, and I got the same energy I got from my last methcathinone experience. Maybe I didn't smoke enough, but the effects were nowhere near as pronounced. I had to go however, and I proceeded to clean the MCat smoking room up and powerwalk to the elevated train station.
A note about methcathinone: If you don't want to read the other report, I can sum it up by saying that it's a great stimulant for me, even though others dont like it. Where they find empty stimulation, I find a weightless sort of energy, like I'm simply superior in my abilities to everyone around me. It makes me confident, not superman like coke, or stupid like moderate doses of alcohol, since those make me 'confident' too.
After meeting the punks, Monet, Ellie, and Deandre, (I see no reason to use abbreviations here) we boarded the train. It reeked of piss and spilled vodka. After an uneventful train ride, we reached E-town and Ellie's house. We all had a couple of large-ish gulps of rum, and I noticed a definite tipsy feeling soon enough. With Oxymoron blasting from the stereo and the warm glow of alcohol all around me, I decided to roll a joint out of the quarter ounce we had available.
This stuff wasn't from a lower-level dealer, so it came in the form of the complete tops of the plants, seeds, leaves, orange hairs, and all. Avoiding the seeds and saving them for some potential growing later in life, I rolled a nice fat joint with my reported mad rolling skills. We lit it up and smoked it out the window of Ellie's attic. Just as the methcathinone seemed to vanish from my system, the THC kicked in.
It felt like the usual weed buzz. We were all giggly and energetic and such. No couch lock here sir, I buy good sativa weed, thank you very much. We immediately decided we needed another joint. It was rolled, smoked, and much hilarity ensued. Then I decided this would be much more lively if we had nitrous, which I had never tried before. Luckily enough Ellie had some whipped cream.
I took the first hit. I pushed the tip of the dispenser to the side, inhaled from it, and held it in for a few seconds for a good measure. I then took a huge breath to get enough oxygen. I heard a deep rhythmic pulsing, like the WAH WAH WAH people talk about except played over a subwoofer without any other speakers. I passed it to Ellie, and she took a hit. Monet and Denadre were cavorting in the other room like the inebriated fools they were, so I decided that I'd take a hit instead of waiting for them. Thats when the effects really kicked in. I was reduced to yelling 'It's the universe! I can see it!' and rolling back and forth on the floor giggling intensely. When I could get another somewhat understandable word out I told Ellie to take another. She sat bold upright and this huge smile grew across her face. She fell over laughing like me. At this point Monet and Denadre noticed we were having a good time without them, so they came over. Dee took a hit and laughed a little, but we ran out of nitrous before Monet could get in a good hit.
When Me and Ellie were relatively normal again, we decided we needed more weed. A blunt was eviscerated and filled with lots of crumbled stinking green and orange weed. When we were done puffing on that, Monet started to get a bit down. We tried cheering her up but she decided to go to sleep. Me, Ellie, and Deandre thought it'd be a good idea to run down to the beach. After one of those strangely time-distorted walks, we got to the beach just as the last light was fading out of the sky.
There is nothing at all like being confronted by a body of water while as high as we were. Lake Michigan seemed to want to talk to me, and I tried discerning the timing between waves in case it was using morse code. After a few minutes I decided that people live much to fast to understand a whole lake, and went to sit on the nearby lifeguard platform. It was about seventeen feet in the air or so, and being that far above the ground added to the magic of the whole scene. We smoked a few cigarettes, and that's when I noticed how different this high was.
I'll start by saying that although I've never had any real psychadelics (zolpidem makes me hallucinate, but just makes me confused mentally), I expect a certain level of introspection from then when I do get my hands on some. Weed doesn't make me introspective ever, it just makes me extroverted and hyperactive. This was different. I would classify this as a trip because I passed into an intense introspective period. I thought about life, my reasons for doing drugs, and my girlfriend. I focused on my girl, the current setting at the beach brought a particular day to mind. It was early summer in 2004 in Chicago and we were at the beach laying in the sand. This visualization became so real that I felt like I could feel the heat beating down on me, despite the current below-freezing temperature. I've been aware for some time I can't really be happy with anyone else, at least not in the forseeable future, but at that moment it just clicked, and I became more aware of that fact than ever before. I felt like I would if it were possible to IV a dose of faith. We've been having some problems lately, but I've never felt more confident that we'd work through them than I did right then on top of that lifeguard chair. I stayed sitting there for a few more minutes before Deandre poked me and said it was time to be getting on home.
When we got home, Monet had gotten into the vodka. I personally love vodka, the taste, the burn, the intensity. When I drink, I do it to get uncontrollably violently piss-drunk. I can't say I love how I feel when hungover and thinking of the stupid shit that I did that I didn't forget about the day after a night of hard drinking, but I do it now and then anyway. Vodka gets me piss drunk better than anything else, aside from everclear, and so I find it efficient, and I love it for that too. I decided a bit of vodka wouldn't hurt anybody, and drank a good deal of it. Big mistake.
The vibes were getting ugly. Was there no communication in this room? Apparently not. We had an argument over whether or not to go pick up out friend from the train, and me and Dee got pretty close to blows, being drunk. I ended up stroming out and walking around for half an hour or so since I didn't want to go home but I didn't want to be around them. I smoked about a quarter of my pack, and decided another joint was in order. This is obvious hedonistic excess, but it did its job well, and I cheered right back up. I went back to Ellie's and we all spent the rest of the night watching Boondock Saints in a complete blissed-out stupor.
Conclusion:
This wasn't the biggest drug marathon I've been on, but as far as sheer wuantity and time spent messed up, it was pretty near the top. I don't recommend stuff like this, as I learned things can quickly turn around and get nasty when everyones had too many drugs. However, it was also a valuable 'trip' at one point. I have much more respect for weed than I did before actually, as I've finally discovered the mentally psychadelic nature it posesses even though I've smoked around four or five times a week for the past year and a half. I learned a bit more about myself and my relationship with my girlfriend I didn't really go into here, and gained a bit of faith in ourselves as I said. I discovered nitrous was good fun, and then ended the night by pushing my limits. I find myself doing this more and more, and I try and curb myself when I notice it happening. Today was wonderful overall, despite some rough edges in places.
Thanks for reading this ridiculously long report.
Substances ingested: Much weed, a bit of rum, methcathinone, and nitrous oxide
So. It's the last day of spring break, and I've got nothing to do. After an hour and a half long excursion to and from my drum lesson, I call up some of the local punks to see if anybody's free. Lo and behold, they're all heading up to the adjacent town Evanston (E-town) for some partying. I decided that I'd try out smoking methcathinone to start the expected irresponsible drug frenzy off.
I placed the not 100% dry methcathinone... stuff.. on a piece of foil and took out a straw and a lighter. I say stuff because it looked crystaline until it was scraped off the baking dish it was drying on. Then it just looked like globs of earwax, very unpleasant to be sure. I lit the lighter and aved it about below the methcathinone on the foil, trying not to apply direct heat. A greyish smoke/vapor rose from this earwax looking glob, and I sucked it through the straw. This stuff tastes less than pleasant when it burns, but it's not that bad. I took five hits because they were very small since I was unsure about what I was doing as this was the first time i 'chased the dragon' with any chemical.
The effects came on quickly. A general warmth was noticed, and the bathroom tiles appeared a bit brighter, although this could be my imagination. My heartbeat was noticeably increased, and I got the same energy I got from my last methcathinone experience. Maybe I didn't smoke enough, but the effects were nowhere near as pronounced. I had to go however, and I proceeded to clean the MCat smoking room up and powerwalk to the elevated train station.
A note about methcathinone: If you don't want to read the other report, I can sum it up by saying that it's a great stimulant for me, even though others dont like it. Where they find empty stimulation, I find a weightless sort of energy, like I'm simply superior in my abilities to everyone around me. It makes me confident, not superman like coke, or stupid like moderate doses of alcohol, since those make me 'confident' too.
After meeting the punks, Monet, Ellie, and Deandre, (I see no reason to use abbreviations here) we boarded the train. It reeked of piss and spilled vodka. After an uneventful train ride, we reached E-town and Ellie's house. We all had a couple of large-ish gulps of rum, and I noticed a definite tipsy feeling soon enough. With Oxymoron blasting from the stereo and the warm glow of alcohol all around me, I decided to roll a joint out of the quarter ounce we had available.
This stuff wasn't from a lower-level dealer, so it came in the form of the complete tops of the plants, seeds, leaves, orange hairs, and all. Avoiding the seeds and saving them for some potential growing later in life, I rolled a nice fat joint with my reported mad rolling skills. We lit it up and smoked it out the window of Ellie's attic. Just as the methcathinone seemed to vanish from my system, the THC kicked in.
It felt like the usual weed buzz. We were all giggly and energetic and such. No couch lock here sir, I buy good sativa weed, thank you very much. We immediately decided we needed another joint. It was rolled, smoked, and much hilarity ensued. Then I decided this would be much more lively if we had nitrous, which I had never tried before. Luckily enough Ellie had some whipped cream.
I took the first hit. I pushed the tip of the dispenser to the side, inhaled from it, and held it in for a few seconds for a good measure. I then took a huge breath to get enough oxygen. I heard a deep rhythmic pulsing, like the WAH WAH WAH people talk about except played over a subwoofer without any other speakers. I passed it to Ellie, and she took a hit. Monet and Denadre were cavorting in the other room like the inebriated fools they were, so I decided that I'd take a hit instead of waiting for them. Thats when the effects really kicked in. I was reduced to yelling 'It's the universe! I can see it!' and rolling back and forth on the floor giggling intensely. When I could get another somewhat understandable word out I told Ellie to take another. She sat bold upright and this huge smile grew across her face. She fell over laughing like me. At this point Monet and Denadre noticed we were having a good time without them, so they came over. Dee took a hit and laughed a little, but we ran out of nitrous before Monet could get in a good hit.
When Me and Ellie were relatively normal again, we decided we needed more weed. A blunt was eviscerated and filled with lots of crumbled stinking green and orange weed. When we were done puffing on that, Monet started to get a bit down. We tried cheering her up but she decided to go to sleep. Me, Ellie, and Deandre thought it'd be a good idea to run down to the beach. After one of those strangely time-distorted walks, we got to the beach just as the last light was fading out of the sky.
There is nothing at all like being confronted by a body of water while as high as we were. Lake Michigan seemed to want to talk to me, and I tried discerning the timing between waves in case it was using morse code. After a few minutes I decided that people live much to fast to understand a whole lake, and went to sit on the nearby lifeguard platform. It was about seventeen feet in the air or so, and being that far above the ground added to the magic of the whole scene. We smoked a few cigarettes, and that's when I noticed how different this high was.
I'll start by saying that although I've never had any real psychadelics (zolpidem makes me hallucinate, but just makes me confused mentally), I expect a certain level of introspection from then when I do get my hands on some. Weed doesn't make me introspective ever, it just makes me extroverted and hyperactive. This was different. I would classify this as a trip because I passed into an intense introspective period. I thought about life, my reasons for doing drugs, and my girlfriend. I focused on my girl, the current setting at the beach brought a particular day to mind. It was early summer in 2004 in Chicago and we were at the beach laying in the sand. This visualization became so real that I felt like I could feel the heat beating down on me, despite the current below-freezing temperature. I've been aware for some time I can't really be happy with anyone else, at least not in the forseeable future, but at that moment it just clicked, and I became more aware of that fact than ever before. I felt like I would if it were possible to IV a dose of faith. We've been having some problems lately, but I've never felt more confident that we'd work through them than I did right then on top of that lifeguard chair. I stayed sitting there for a few more minutes before Deandre poked me and said it was time to be getting on home.
When we got home, Monet had gotten into the vodka. I personally love vodka, the taste, the burn, the intensity. When I drink, I do it to get uncontrollably violently piss-drunk. I can't say I love how I feel when hungover and thinking of the stupid shit that I did that I didn't forget about the day after a night of hard drinking, but I do it now and then anyway. Vodka gets me piss drunk better than anything else, aside from everclear, and so I find it efficient, and I love it for that too. I decided a bit of vodka wouldn't hurt anybody, and drank a good deal of it. Big mistake.
The vibes were getting ugly. Was there no communication in this room? Apparently not. We had an argument over whether or not to go pick up out friend from the train, and me and Dee got pretty close to blows, being drunk. I ended up stroming out and walking around for half an hour or so since I didn't want to go home but I didn't want to be around them. I smoked about a quarter of my pack, and decided another joint was in order. This is obvious hedonistic excess, but it did its job well, and I cheered right back up. I went back to Ellie's and we all spent the rest of the night watching Boondock Saints in a complete blissed-out stupor.
Conclusion:
This wasn't the biggest drug marathon I've been on, but as far as sheer wuantity and time spent messed up, it was pretty near the top. I don't recommend stuff like this, as I learned things can quickly turn around and get nasty when everyones had too many drugs. However, it was also a valuable 'trip' at one point. I have much more respect for weed than I did before actually, as I've finally discovered the mentally psychadelic nature it posesses even though I've smoked around four or five times a week for the past year and a half. I learned a bit more about myself and my relationship with my girlfriend I didn't really go into here, and gained a bit of faith in ourselves as I said. I discovered nitrous was good fun, and then ended the night by pushing my limits. I find myself doing this more and more, and I try and curb myself when I notice it happening. Today was wonderful overall, despite some rough edges in places.
Thanks for reading this ridiculously long report.
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nothing like a few joints to cheer oneself up