I snorted 2CB once and I don't remember the pain, I do remember tripping far too quickly though and then feeling a strange sensation, within seconds of vomitting all over the table I realised that sensation was me feeling sick I was just too fucked to recognise it. Never snorted it again.
I ended up out tonight for a few drinks watching a thai ska band, pretty good. Shame there was hardly anyone there yet the bar next door playing Hey Macarena and Blue Daba Dee Daba Die was packed with people. Backpacker wankers right enough, half of them dressed in fisherman pants, dreads in hair and wearing 'hippy' clothes. They are so original and unique maaaaaaaaaan. One boy had flip flops, flowery patterned swim shorts and a waist coat on over the top of a bare chest with his jesus beard and hair. Great look, you're so fucking out there maaaaaaaaaaaaaaan. I heard him saying he wasn't drinking as it was a red moon outside (that much is true the moon is read tonight) and that it was a bad omen, evil spirits were about (I'm not making this up I promise, this is what you have to listen to out here if you speak to certain segments of the backpacker population). I suspect the main reason he wasn't drinking is because he was a cheapskate, I saw him taking swigs of the people he was with beers and also saw him head towards the toilets then refuse when they told him it was 5p to enter.