Znegative
Bluelight Crew
So, I got a little money together for the first time in months, so I decided to celebrate by destroying my sobriety with a bundle of heroin, Darvocet(gross), and propylhexidrine-because I didn't want to spend the money on coke for a proper speedball.
NOTE: I dont want anyone to misinterpret this post and think that I was shooting the propylhexidrine. I took it orally. IV use of this drug has been known to result in death and brain damage.
Anyway, I had been curious about the Benzedrex inhalers for quite some time, and as they were much cheaper than buying pharmaceutical's or meth, I decided, why not? At about 12:00 AM on Friday night I broke open the inhaler and threw the cotton in a cup. I filled the cup with lemon juice, almost completely covering the cotton, and then let the cotton sit for fifteen hours as I went to sleep.
When I woke up the next morning, I felt that monkey clawing its nails into my back again, so I did a shot of heroin and proceded to cruise bluelight and play video games. Eventually I began to fear that my nodding was going to catch the attention of my mother, so I decided it was time to see how well this propylhexidrine worked.
I squeezed out the cotton making sure to rid it of any leftover, desired chemicals, and then threw it down my disposal, and chugged the lemon juice/propylhexidrine solution. I went and sat down at my computer, and played some nerdy video games to try and keep myself awake.
10 minutes- I'm still finding myself nodding, but I notice a slight sense off stimulation. I can actually read through a whole sentence without having to start over and over again.
20 minutes-While I'm not "speeding", I now have a sense of motivation. Studying for medieval art history sounds like a really fun way to spend my time, so out come the text books, pens, and index cards.
40 minutes-Here we go. I'm getting smooth rushes of stimulation. The buzz is very similar to Dextroamphetamine, but it's more gentle. Colors seem a bit brighter, and I dont feel the intense need to get into a "serious" conversation or debate with someone, like I usually do on stims, I feel content and peacefull. I've read about 30 pages of dreary art history and I'm loving it.
1 Hour- I think this is pretty much the plateau. I'm energetic, happy and interested. I start doing some writing because I feel like I suddenly have so much to say. Everyonce in a while, I'm hit with a little bout of anxiety, where I think "shit, this is gonna end, I'm going to crash", but I manage to put it out of my head relatively easily. (This level of the experience seems to last for about another hour and a half, and is relatively consistant. At some points I feel as though I'm crashing, but then I'll engage myself in some activity, and it brings the high back-you kind of got to work with stims sometimes...)
3+ Hours- The stimulation has started to fade and my chest starts to swell up with that lovely sense of self-doubt and unfulfillment that crashing always brings. My ideas at this point seem more scattered and frantic, than collected and intelligent, and I basically am getting pretty depressed. I decide it's time to terminate this experience by shooting more heroin, which I do, and I take a walk.
NOTE: I dont want anyone to misinterpret this post and think that I was shooting the propylhexidrine. I took it orally. IV use of this drug has been known to result in death and brain damage.
Anyway, I had been curious about the Benzedrex inhalers for quite some time, and as they were much cheaper than buying pharmaceutical's or meth, I decided, why not? At about 12:00 AM on Friday night I broke open the inhaler and threw the cotton in a cup. I filled the cup with lemon juice, almost completely covering the cotton, and then let the cotton sit for fifteen hours as I went to sleep.
When I woke up the next morning, I felt that monkey clawing its nails into my back again, so I did a shot of heroin and proceded to cruise bluelight and play video games. Eventually I began to fear that my nodding was going to catch the attention of my mother, so I decided it was time to see how well this propylhexidrine worked.
I squeezed out the cotton making sure to rid it of any leftover, desired chemicals, and then threw it down my disposal, and chugged the lemon juice/propylhexidrine solution. I went and sat down at my computer, and played some nerdy video games to try and keep myself awake.
10 minutes- I'm still finding myself nodding, but I notice a slight sense off stimulation. I can actually read through a whole sentence without having to start over and over again.
20 minutes-While I'm not "speeding", I now have a sense of motivation. Studying for medieval art history sounds like a really fun way to spend my time, so out come the text books, pens, and index cards.
40 minutes-Here we go. I'm getting smooth rushes of stimulation. The buzz is very similar to Dextroamphetamine, but it's more gentle. Colors seem a bit brighter, and I dont feel the intense need to get into a "serious" conversation or debate with someone, like I usually do on stims, I feel content and peacefull. I've read about 30 pages of dreary art history and I'm loving it.
1 Hour- I think this is pretty much the plateau. I'm energetic, happy and interested. I start doing some writing because I feel like I suddenly have so much to say. Everyonce in a while, I'm hit with a little bout of anxiety, where I think "shit, this is gonna end, I'm going to crash", but I manage to put it out of my head relatively easily. (This level of the experience seems to last for about another hour and a half, and is relatively consistant. At some points I feel as though I'm crashing, but then I'll engage myself in some activity, and it brings the high back-you kind of got to work with stims sometimes...)
3+ Hours- The stimulation has started to fade and my chest starts to swell up with that lovely sense of self-doubt and unfulfillment that crashing always brings. My ideas at this point seem more scattered and frantic, than collected and intelligent, and I basically am getting pretty depressed. I decide it's time to terminate this experience by shooting more heroin, which I do, and I take a walk.
