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The most wreckless drug combo you've ever witnessed

lee harvey

lee harvey

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I've had my 1 go with 15x salvia and it was, yeah the most mind blowing experience I've ever had bar none, and I'll never do it again. I thought that was wreckless since I was flailing around the room and hitting walls, seeing demons, etc. worst case scenario. Until I introduced a friend to it who actually liked that insanity.

First of all I don't recommend this at all:
He was an experienced psychonaut, etc. Had all the proper chemistry prerequisits in his sordid background. So in a 6-foot bong, he loaded the following contents: First a thin layer of weed, then an entire 20-rock of crack, a little more weed on top of that, then a healthy ammount of 30x salvia, probably 3 times a normal dose. He blew that whole tube and I was standin nex to the door cuz I was sure somethin really bad was gonna happen. Luckily he sat back with a huge smile on his face just staring at me but then the smile faded quickly after about 10 seconds and his eyes went out and he said "oh. my. god. oh. my. god." a few times and then silence, he closed his eyes and turned into a fetal position. He remained prone in the same spot for about 5 minutes then just sat up and was totally out of it, he didn't know I was there, or where he was, but he sure as hell remembered the trip and explained the rediculous thing to me while still hallucinating heavily. He was tryin hard to get me to try but salvia did me bad once so I didn't. He even referred to the combo as the "Holy Grail" and did it many times.

What about you?
 
I was at a party and all was really nice, but there was a door that was shut and alot i furniture was standing ifront of it, so i asked the guy who was having the party what was up with that room.

They answered that a guy namned Mark had snorted three quite big lines of coke and then taken a untold number of E + some Acid.

So i said, why is the locked up? what if he doesnt feel alright or something.

They then explained to me that when he started to feel the E and Acid he had started shouting that people where against him. That we was trying to use the "system" against him.

Again me: what? didnt you try to calm him down? (getting quite angry at them for not trying to help the guy)

the guy again: yes we tried but then i grabbed a big knife and started to stab furniture and chopped up a whole loaf of bread. And then he ran inside the room with the chopped up loaf of bred.

After maybe 5-10 min we went inside the room where the guy was trapped. And my god. He was sitting there with a teddybear in his arm talking to it and trying to feet it with the bread.

Later he calmed down (5 hours or something) and started to act kind of normal (still quite high from the E) . But damn, that was one scary moment seeing that dude totaly insane talking to a stuffed animal like it was his only friend.
 
5mg+ xanax, 800mcg of fentanyl- pretty fucked up.. to the point of deatch

8-9 screw drivers and split a bottle captain morgan.. smoked a blunt... blacked out.

2c-b and marijuana- fell in love with the world
 
ghb and alcohol - it's a well-known dangerous combination but still people dabble.

that said, most of the incidents i've witnessed were down to mischief rather than ignorance.

alasdair
 
I saw a guy do this:

He had a large habit (5 bags in a shot and could go play basketball if he felt like it), but was in withdrawal for not using for whatever reason he had. Before bed one night, he decided to take a large dose of phenobarbital, benzos, and bupenorphine. He slept a little later, I have no idea why. (Not suicidal...)

He woke up in the morning completely fucked up out of his mind. He fell over a few times and got quite a few nasty cuts. Trouble walking, trouble talking. I met up with him that night.

We got to get some H. The guy says its stronger than usualy, yea yea whatever lets make this quick. We go to Giant, and try to get supplies to do this as soon as possible (cottons, water). He insists on stealing and if we get trouble we can run, despite him having to lean on me to walk. I insist on paying. 5 minutes later he proceeds to shoot up 4 bags in the car. This is odd, considering H usually came in glass caps.

As soon as I start the engine, he falls out of the passenger seat onto the floor. No pulse, no breath. Dead?

I pull out of the ghetto quick, and stop across the street behind a dumpster to lay him down on a back seat, onto his back. Man, does overdosing just make you 100 pounds heavier?

I use my cell phone to call his friends and his girlfriend about how to get to the hospital and what has happened. My phone dies, and when I try to turn it on and call them they don't even have time to pick up. So. I ask people at stoplights to roll down their windows and direct me to the main city. In there, I figured I could find the hospital.

A man in a van was actually headed toward down town. I follow in lead behind him while at every stop checking on my buddy. Punching him, turning his head so he doesnt puke and choke, sticking my fingers down his throat to make sure he hasn't puked, slapping his chest in futile efforts to make him breathe.

The man in the van stops, gets out of his car, and tells me how to get to town and we part. My friend is dead in the back seat.

About 10 minutes have passed, and I hear a small, quick gurgle, almost like a sputter, a whisper, every 4 minutes. Wake up buddy.

I get into the city. Quick sharp city turns and slamming the pedal throw him off the eat onto the ground.

A few minutes later he yells, I'm not fucking dead. I decide to head to his house, since I was going that way anyways.

He sits up a a bit later, and gets pissed at me for "taking the wrong turn" in the city. He was completely out of it still, and he didn't even know where he was. I'm not from around, but I knew the city well enough. Baltimore is an easy city to get around. But he gets even angrier when I keep going straight. Okay fine. I jerk the car around a bit, and he lays back down, satisfied that I finally listened to him and turned.

I get to his house, and open the door. A house alarm goes off. What fun. I slap the guy, insister on the code or police will be all over the place in 30 seconds. He is able to tell me the code, barely. It works. I carry him inside, and he just sleeps. He gets angry and tells me to get a damn drink for him. I go and get his coke from the car. He gets mad that I drank some of it, when really he drank it earlier. He passes out.

I contact his friends on his house phone, they come an hour later. Big relief. End.
 
a close freinds enjoys a junk shot*(IV) of heroin/cocaine/ketamine now ive tried all 3 but not all 3 at once and he says its fucking wicked beyond belief as each of the 3 drugs runs it course out...
 
Ketamine was the worst drug I've ever done (IV only). Miserable stuff. Nothing has a shorter duration, and leaves you feeling as dirty. I'd rather crash on meth.
 
Myself and a friend at a party. 4 Hienikens, 1 or 2 Budwiesers, 30mgs of hydrocodone, 2mg of xanax, and throw in some Benadryls and some hits of weed from this girls bowl.

I dunno what the fuck went on that night. Witnesses say we both stood in the same place for about 4 hours. He tried sitting on a lilac bush thinking it was a rock and I somehow managed to maintain a grip on reality.
 
Pike said:
... he ran inside the room with the chopped up loaf of bred.
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LOL, oh my god, the visual of that incident alone is hilarious enough, but the teddy bear thing lol. good one! I bet you guys never let him live that down.
 
SoothingRelief said:
Klonopin and Johnny Walker Blue Label Scotch. Almost died.
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how many kingpin mg's? and what you drank a whole fifth? what happened anyway, where's the rest of the story, how did you almost die?
 
Hey CreativeRandom, I had a similar situation with a guy that was a habitual OD'r. I shoulda known better but he popped 8mg xanax, 10 somas, started drinkin beer, about an hour goes by and he's almost incoherent. As usual. He's a big guy, 6'6" prob 300lbs so he can handle this stuff, I've seen him do it many times. So then we decide it's smack time.

In 40 mintes I'm back with the bags. He looks decent and is his normal super-sedated self. So we load up a double shot each and he instantly crashes. I try the usual to wake him up, slap him in the face HARD. I can't hear him breath and I can't feel a pulse. There might have been a pulse but it was so faint. I throw a bucket of ice water on him, he's still out.

Panic sets in. His roomate and I are freked about calling the medics cuz we are sooo high, it was way pure dope. but we have no choice. The paramedics get there in 5 minutes and shoot him up with Narcan, he instantly comes around and is pissed off and totlly out of it and confused. And yeah the jerk was mad at me for callin the medics even though I most likely saved his damn life.

Then the cops came and his roomate told the cops where his stash was and they took everything.
 
xanax (don't remember dose. enough to get high but not pass out)
ketamine (1 $20 bag)
ecstasy (2 hits)
cocaine (small amount, maybe .25 g)
alchohol (like 1 1/2 beers)

then i drove 15 miles
 
Originally posted by SoothingRelief
Klonopin and Johnny Walker Blue Label Scotch. Almost died.


care to elaborate?

Originally posted by CreativeRandom
Ketamine was the worst drug I've ever done (IV only). Miserable stuff. Nothing has a shorter duration, and leaves you feeling as dirty. I'd rather crash on meth.


Lies make baby jesus cry :(
 
Originally posted by KemicalBurn
Lies make baby jesus cry :(


Lots of folks (including myself) have had bad experiences with psychedelics/disassociatives. I will never touch them again.
:(
 
No, not exactly a bad experience. I've never encountered a bad trip. I just didnt' like ketamine. I noticed it had a slight "heroin" feel to it, but it lacked the traits of heroin that it just left me wanting dope, and dissapointed.

Have you ever IV'd ketamine KemicalBurn? I took K-hole doses, and each time I was perfectly sober 20 minutes later, and mostly sober by 5. It felt like getting hit in the head with a frying pan and the whole "head shaking like a cartoon character". Shit was really messed up, but didn't exactly have the feel-good of cocaine or bliss of heroin. Just funky shit.

I would say the high is close to duster, and comparable in length. I don't see why you say "lies".

Must be pretty crazy with a habitual OD'r lee harvey. Does it shock you when he "dies" (or any other person) or has it in any way become less shocking because, for lack of better words, you are used to it?

Gave me one hell of a shock to see the guy just slump over, and kinda set some gears off that he died. Wasn't too scary, but definately pumped my adrenaline.
 
I've tripped on acid about 150 times over 10 years and once I finally met a guy who could NOT handle acid at all. We were ^^ that reminds me. One time a few folks were doing lines of coke, really good, clean, studio 58 quality coke. It was one of the best nights of my life. totally euphoric and social. There were five of us at an apartment.

We had some black pyramid geltabs of acid too and decided to go for it. "X" had never done acid before, and after what happened this night, he never did it again.

Anyway, we popped 2 gels a piece and the comeup was going good, everybody was startin to laugh their asses off except X was not. He was sitting prone and then took his shirt off. Then he said "What's goin on,... Wait, Whats goin on.... Wait, Wait, Whats goin on" He kept repeating it over and over again and it started off a bad vibe shockwave around the room.

We tried to calm him down to no avail, he was getting irritated with us and thought there was some cruel joke being played on him. We couldn't convince him for more then 5 seconds that it was the DRUG doin it. He kept acting more and more agitated and then went into the bedroom and closed the door.

10 minutes went by and I went in to check on him, he was now fully naked in there and jacking off! He didn't care that I saw him which weirded me out bad. I closed the door.

15 more minutes go by and then he comes out of the bedroom still fully naked. Then he went outside of the apartment, we tried to hold him back but he was clearly violent and out of control so I didn't want to get bloodied over it. He went outside, still naked and started peeling the bark off a tree, he was amazed by it, then he tried to climg up in the tree, it was a short Apple tree and he was up there for like 15 minutes talking total incoherrent shit.

I was hoping this drug would wear off soon but then he came down fro the tree and ran across a main road behind some houses STILL NAKED! We chased after him but he fast as hell hoping over fences and shit and I knew I didn't want to get bit by a dog or arrested so we went and got a car.

It's now 30 minutes later at around 3am in the morning. We were drivng all around the area where he last ran too, we couldn't find him. Then coming back up the main road we see him, and this is totally true, he was sitting underneath a telephone pole jacking off again in full view of a main road!

We grabbed him quick and got him home, he was starting to sober up. To this day I could never get him to explain what was runing through his mind when all that happened. Maybe he's ashamed to tell me or really has no memory of it.

Crazy though.
 
Angel trumpet tea & DXM. That's the strangest combo I've seen someone do.
 
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