Alright so I have some time on my hands and have decided to post a blog reminiscing about some past adventures I got in right after turning 18, before going to rehab and attempting sobriety (sadly so) and before the half way houses and murders, od's, and psychotic enemies. Basically back when drugs were still cool.
So i had been a member of this forum for a decent period of time. Basically I joined it right around the time a began smoking weed. Anyway at a certain post a few spam posts where made which a person was advertising a mail order marijuana service. They were obviously quickly deleted and I suppose that user account banned but a friend from the forum was able to snag the email address before the admins deleted the post.
He tells me over AIM that he has been in contact with the person and he is happy to say they are really cool and has a variety of products available. He gives me the email address and says to give the guy a chance.
So i go ahead and proceed to email the guy and so begins a ~ two years adventure which involved all kinds of action but mostly was a great experience to try a variety of different drugs and gain some experience with handling powder products and learning the ropes of drug dealing. Anyway so i email this guy and he tells me he has weed and hash but he isn't really keen on sending it in the mail but he has mdma crystal available for 50 us dollars a gram. I was broke as a joke at the time but say is there anyway I can score a sample for the time being... He says not a problem and asks for my name and address (keep in mind I'm still living with my parents at the time) but I give him the information anyway. For the next two weeks I was in an utter panic. I seriously thought the dea or fbi would be kicking down my door an arresting me on the spot. Randomly one say I decide to check the mail (wasn't really expecting to find anything) In the mail was a letter addressed to me with a postage mark from the netherlands. I'm like holy shit this is it! So i take it upstairs open it up and inside of the package is a folded wax paper with aproximately 200mgs of tan mdma powder in it. I snort the entire amount that night (I was already experienced with pills such as the og blue dolphins, mercedes, etc...). Loved it.
A few months later i began a friendship with a friend and we decided to start slanging molly together. Ordered or first gram split 50/50 or 25 25 really because the gram cost 50. Sent cash to his p o box in Amsterdam. I received the package but ended up just doing it with 2 other friends to my orginal friend's (we'll call him Person S for clarity) chagrin. I ended up paying him back but we ended up buying 2 grams to sell. This time everything worked out and we made some serious cash. Now this is where it gets interesting. I started experimenting with a variety of chemicals including lsd and heavier cocaine use than i had previous done. I also started taking clonozepam to help cope with my manic bi polar swings in combination of course with heavy marijuana use.
Me and Person S teamed up with a local mushroom dealer and a local ecstasy middle man to create what we thought would be a drug syndicate and we would supply our city and few other local ones with large amounts of mdma shipped to us from Amsterdam, cultivated mushrooms grown at a friends apartment, weed grown there two (all equipment, spores, and seeds would be provided by us), and a variety of research chemicals that would be bought of of websites. We even went as far to start marketing a combination of aproximately 10mg's of 2ce and 100mgs of mdma as a capsule called heaven which we planned on flooding the local rave scene with. During this time I also began dating a girl who would play a major role in my life for the following 8 months and torment me even up until now. Basically not to cut ahead but she left me for one of the syndicate members but I then found out it was all a big ruse because she was annoyed with my irresponsible behavior (beligerent promiscuioty) irrational drug use, not tending to emotional needs etc... especially in relation to our daughter which she refuse to let me see or even talk to me about.
Back to the story, i started making some pretty good money selling any psychedelic product i could get my hands on and had some awesome times doing it. For example I was rolling a blunt in person S vehicle and while attempting to dable some kief i had in a pill bottle I dropped about half the entire pill bottle of kief we then basically said fuck it and smoked the whole damn blunt. After driving a girl home the herb started kicking in and as soon as we parked person S opened his door and literally fell flat on his face. Thats how high we were. Anyway one night i picked up a 10 strip of some lsd paper which had come highly reccommended from my paper dealer at the time who was a chemistry major and seriously knew his stuff. The paper he called the "sandpaper" from the "Sandman" and i shit you not was so potent that the lsd crystals were bulging right off the blotter. I linked up with my buddy and dropped two. We then linked up with a local high school senior who was throwing a party in a gated neighborhood actually right accross the water from the apartment I'm living at now. By the time we got there the party was just getting broken up but almost everyhouse in the neighbor hood was having some sort of get together. We were ushered out of one because we weren't really invited but the guy was pretty respectful.
We drive around and we make a call for a gram of coke for which turned out pretty well because the guy usually cuts the stuff he gets but this time he was going to sell it to me pure. We go all the way out to butt fuck egypt to pick up the bag and I'm so fucked up from the lsd everything has a moving psychedelic auro to it. Imagine watching a movie but all the sillhoutes looked like the were coming from the milk drop visualizer on winamp. Because of this state I almost don't even get the bag because I can't find 10 bucks for it but it ends up working out. I end up going home before even breaking into the coke but. I flip on scar face take the last two hits of the cid and start doing lines. Line after line to the end scene were Tony is flipping out shooting at la mara screaming I'll take your bullets. Or better yet shoving his face into a torn open key. So I kill the gram and am tripping balls and can't slip for shit. I had two 2mg klon's on me so I popped those and tried to go to sleep. Didn't work out so I just stay there in bed holding on for dear life haha. Next morning my shipment of molly came in (4 g's) and I'm so wrecked from the partying I'm like dgaf and grab my straw and stick my nose right in the bag.
My buddy picks me up and I start talking all kinds of gibberish. Like having phone calls from my girlfriend later turned wife whom I'm seperated from or something without even having a phone in my hand or being on one period. They drop me off at my parents house thinking I was gonna overdose but I was okay just black out high. My parents obviously concerned, respond by calling me an abulance where open I was taken to a hospital to recieve a check up. My blood pressure was fine but because of my incoherence and the amount of drugs in my system they admitted me to a room and baker acted me. I remember awaking in an empting room with no one around and no joke it was pretty freaky. One of the coolest and scariest weekends of my life.
Because of this I seriously backed off all substances (my parents threatened to kick me out if I didn't check myself into rehab) and almost lost the my girlfriend (who ended up leaving me anyway so I guess it doesn't really matter but shes okay just doing her). That ended the Matrix syndicate and left everyone involved minus the low key mushroom dealer pretty bitter.
I guess everyone makes a come back at one time or another...
More in a minute.
So i had been a member of this forum for a decent period of time. Basically I joined it right around the time a began smoking weed. Anyway at a certain post a few spam posts where made which a person was advertising a mail order marijuana service. They were obviously quickly deleted and I suppose that user account banned but a friend from the forum was able to snag the email address before the admins deleted the post.
He tells me over AIM that he has been in contact with the person and he is happy to say they are really cool and has a variety of products available. He gives me the email address and says to give the guy a chance.
So i go ahead and proceed to email the guy and so begins a ~ two years adventure which involved all kinds of action but mostly was a great experience to try a variety of different drugs and gain some experience with handling powder products and learning the ropes of drug dealing. Anyway so i email this guy and he tells me he has weed and hash but he isn't really keen on sending it in the mail but he has mdma crystal available for 50 us dollars a gram. I was broke as a joke at the time but say is there anyway I can score a sample for the time being... He says not a problem and asks for my name and address (keep in mind I'm still living with my parents at the time) but I give him the information anyway. For the next two weeks I was in an utter panic. I seriously thought the dea or fbi would be kicking down my door an arresting me on the spot. Randomly one say I decide to check the mail (wasn't really expecting to find anything) In the mail was a letter addressed to me with a postage mark from the netherlands. I'm like holy shit this is it! So i take it upstairs open it up and inside of the package is a folded wax paper with aproximately 200mgs of tan mdma powder in it. I snort the entire amount that night (I was already experienced with pills such as the og blue dolphins, mercedes, etc...). Loved it.
A few months later i began a friendship with a friend and we decided to start slanging molly together. Ordered or first gram split 50/50 or 25 25 really because the gram cost 50. Sent cash to his p o box in Amsterdam. I received the package but ended up just doing it with 2 other friends to my orginal friend's (we'll call him Person S for clarity) chagrin. I ended up paying him back but we ended up buying 2 grams to sell. This time everything worked out and we made some serious cash. Now this is where it gets interesting. I started experimenting with a variety of chemicals including lsd and heavier cocaine use than i had previous done. I also started taking clonozepam to help cope with my manic bi polar swings in combination of course with heavy marijuana use.
Me and Person S teamed up with a local mushroom dealer and a local ecstasy middle man to create what we thought would be a drug syndicate and we would supply our city and few other local ones with large amounts of mdma shipped to us from Amsterdam, cultivated mushrooms grown at a friends apartment, weed grown there two (all equipment, spores, and seeds would be provided by us), and a variety of research chemicals that would be bought of of websites. We even went as far to start marketing a combination of aproximately 10mg's of 2ce and 100mgs of mdma as a capsule called heaven which we planned on flooding the local rave scene with. During this time I also began dating a girl who would play a major role in my life for the following 8 months and torment me even up until now. Basically not to cut ahead but she left me for one of the syndicate members but I then found out it was all a big ruse because she was annoyed with my irresponsible behavior (beligerent promiscuioty) irrational drug use, not tending to emotional needs etc... especially in relation to our daughter which she refuse to let me see or even talk to me about.
Back to the story, i started making some pretty good money selling any psychedelic product i could get my hands on and had some awesome times doing it. For example I was rolling a blunt in person S vehicle and while attempting to dable some kief i had in a pill bottle I dropped about half the entire pill bottle of kief we then basically said fuck it and smoked the whole damn blunt. After driving a girl home the herb started kicking in and as soon as we parked person S opened his door and literally fell flat on his face. Thats how high we were. Anyway one night i picked up a 10 strip of some lsd paper which had come highly reccommended from my paper dealer at the time who was a chemistry major and seriously knew his stuff. The paper he called the "sandpaper" from the "Sandman" and i shit you not was so potent that the lsd crystals were bulging right off the blotter. I linked up with my buddy and dropped two. We then linked up with a local high school senior who was throwing a party in a gated neighborhood actually right accross the water from the apartment I'm living at now. By the time we got there the party was just getting broken up but almost everyhouse in the neighbor hood was having some sort of get together. We were ushered out of one because we weren't really invited but the guy was pretty respectful.
We drive around and we make a call for a gram of coke for which turned out pretty well because the guy usually cuts the stuff he gets but this time he was going to sell it to me pure. We go all the way out to butt fuck egypt to pick up the bag and I'm so fucked up from the lsd everything has a moving psychedelic auro to it. Imagine watching a movie but all the sillhoutes looked like the were coming from the milk drop visualizer on winamp. Because of this state I almost don't even get the bag because I can't find 10 bucks for it but it ends up working out. I end up going home before even breaking into the coke but. I flip on scar face take the last two hits of the cid and start doing lines. Line after line to the end scene were Tony is flipping out shooting at la mara screaming I'll take your bullets. Or better yet shoving his face into a torn open key. So I kill the gram and am tripping balls and can't slip for shit. I had two 2mg klon's on me so I popped those and tried to go to sleep. Didn't work out so I just stay there in bed holding on for dear life haha. Next morning my shipment of molly came in (4 g's) and I'm so wrecked from the partying I'm like dgaf and grab my straw and stick my nose right in the bag.
My buddy picks me up and I start talking all kinds of gibberish. Like having phone calls from my girlfriend later turned wife whom I'm seperated from or something without even having a phone in my hand or being on one period. They drop me off at my parents house thinking I was gonna overdose but I was okay just black out high. My parents obviously concerned, respond by calling me an abulance where open I was taken to a hospital to recieve a check up. My blood pressure was fine but because of my incoherence and the amount of drugs in my system they admitted me to a room and baker acted me. I remember awaking in an empting room with no one around and no joke it was pretty freaky. One of the coolest and scariest weekends of my life.
Because of this I seriously backed off all substances (my parents threatened to kick me out if I didn't check myself into rehab) and almost lost the my girlfriend (who ended up leaving me anyway so I guess it doesn't really matter but shes okay just doing her). That ended the Matrix syndicate and left everyone involved minus the low key mushroom dealer pretty bitter.
I guess everyone makes a come back at one time or another...
More in a minute.