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Where did all of the tweakers go?

I just did a hot rail for the first time ever!! I'm really high!
 
Meth psychosis became way too real based upon the release of 911 phone calls from a young couple in my home state back in 2005 who had gotten lost during a blizzard. On the call recordings you hear them say they “we see cars in the trees” and the desperation in their voices increases as they were giving their (incorrect) estimated location which caused their calls to be bounced from city to county dispatchers who were confused why the calls were hitting their stations if they were where they claimed to be.

Sadly, their bodies were found days later. An absolutely tragic ending no one deserved and I feel for them because in their reality, they were trying so hard to explain/identity where they were to be rescued and that’s the last moments they’ll ever know…

 
Meth psychosis became way too real based upon the release of 911 phone calls from a young couple in my home state back in 2005 who had gotten lost during a blizzard. On the call recordings you hear them say they “we see cars in the trees” and the desperation in their voices increases as they were giving their (incorrect) estimated location which caused their calls to be bounced from city to county dispatchers who were confused why the calls were hitting their stations if they were where they claimed to be.

Sadly, their bodies were found days later. An absolutely tragic ending no one deserved and I feel for them because in their reality, they were trying so hard to explain/identity where they were to be rescued and that’s the last moments they’ll ever know…

This was such a sad and heartbreaking documentary. The fact that the couple thought they were making perfect sense makes it all the more tragic.

You know what really sucked. Right before they went 120 miles in the wrong direction ( thinking they were going the right way ) they were pulled over. The cop was wearing a body cam. You can tell they are confused. A couple of things the girl said made no sense at all. But since the guy was driving the cop let her comments go. But in my opinion even the guy said a few things that were suspect. I mean I understand that cops can't detain people for saying weird things but if he had spent more than the 2 minutes he spent talking to them he may have picked up on their confusion.
 
Meth hallucinations (ie, stimulant psychosis) is indistinguishable from reality. It looks and feels 100% real and you are absolutely convinced it's real, regardless of how wacky it is. I have only experienced it once, and it wasn't true psychosis, as (despite what I just said), I was aware I was hallucinating. My experience was that I had been binging on n-ethyl-hexedrone for days, and I started smoking the last of it. I experienced a guy sitting next to me, writing on sheets of paper and occasionally looking at me, and occasionally turning over a new sheet of paper. I could hear his pencil scraping. When I looked right at him, he was gone. I also heard 3 radio stations, which were each coming from a different inanimate object. One of them was coming from my kitchen table, and was a Mexican music radio station. Another was coming from the door, and was a talk radio station where they talked about random stuff and occasionally started describing what I was doing. The third one was coming from the microwave and was playing the most otherworldly glorious music I have ever heard. I walked around the kitchen and the sounds were always coming from the same objects. The guy was always sitting next to my desk. It was so crazy because as far as my senses could tell, it was real, as real as anything else I was perceiving. I think if I had kept vaping the drug, I would have gone over the edge to where I believed it was real, but I was also taking bits of etizolam which is why I think I was able to retain my grip on the fact that it couldn't actually be real.

My friend was psychotic on meth for over a year. He believed with every scrap of his being that he had people living in his walls and hiding in his ceiling, recording his keystrokes. He believed he had $4 million that they were stealing from him. He slashed himself across the face with a knife and believed his brother did it (his brother wasn't even in the same state). He believed he was being forced to make pornos. He believed that the cops were spying on him through the lightbulbs. He ripped up the floor boards and the drywall to try to find the "tunnels" that "they" were hiding in. At one point he smeared shit all over the walls of his apartment and took pictures and posted them all over social media as "proof" that "they" were after him. He insisted that the people were clear as day in the pictures, but they weren't. It scared the absolute shit out of me and everyone who loves him.

It's a completely different sort of hallucination to something like psychedelics. It's not trippy or anything, it's very real, more like delirium.
 
This thread really captures one of the shittiest parts of psychosis which is that even when it's over, it still doesn't just suddenly feel like it was some kind of trip. It just keeps feeling real forever and you just have to convince yourself it didn't happen especially if you don't have any hard evidence to the contrary, that's the worst.

And yes, the opening post in this thread most definitely sounds like meth psychosis to me.
 
Recently I've been dabbling in homemade crack and was about to abandon it due to lack of effects. Even a point wasn't doing much. I thought I wasn't cooking it properly but problem was I wasn't vaporsing it fast enough. I was using a Bic lighter and decided to switch to a jet lighter. Loaded up 65mg into the pipe and I copped a lungful in like 5secs instead of 30secs with my usual Bic. And boy did that teach me a lesson how dangerous crack can be. I suddenly had trouble breathing. Heart was racing. Started shaking and panicking that a heart attack could occur and had to pace back and forth to reduce my heart rate.

I quickly reached for four valiums to reduced my heart rate and to calm down knowing it can be dangerous to mix downers with uppers. But it reduced all symptoms quickly.

If your new to crack start low. Even though I didn't get all 65mg in maybe 40/50mg it was enough to cause overdose symptoms.
 
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Recently I've been dabbling in homemade crack and was about to abandon it due to lack of effects. Even a point wasn't doing much. I thought I wasn't cooking it properly but problem was I wasn't vaporsing it fast enough. I was using a Bic lighter and decided to switch to a jet lighter. Loaded up 65mg into the pipe and I copped a lungful in like 5secs instead of 30secs with my usual Bic. And boy did that teach me a lesson how dangerous crack can be. I suddenly had trouble breathing. Heart was racing. Started shaking and panicking that a heart attack could occur and had to pace back and forth to reduce my heart rate.

I quickly reached for four valiums to reduced my heart rate and to calm down knowing it can be dangerous to mix downers with uppers. But it reduced all symptoms quickly.

Start low. Even though I didn't get all 65mg in maybe 40/50mg it was enough to cause overdose symptoms.
Oh man, that reminds me the first time I properly smoked crack. I visited my buddy to his place and sit on the table with 7 grams of good blow and like 1.5g of already cooked rock. The first thing he tells me is "careful with that shit is really potent". The first thing he told me and the first thing I did...smoke 7 huts back to back. I don't think I hit em all more than 5 secs(or I'd be dead I think) thing is, o blow the 7th hit and that's when it finally RUN ME LIKE A TRUCK. my heart started palpitating so fast and hard I thought it was abt to explode. He had no fking water and I drank 3 liters of yogurt on 15 mins, it took like half hr for the effects to subside. I got scared for the night and didn't wanna smoke again. The next week though I learned how to do it properly and a nasty love-hate relationship was born...>.> good times though
 
The very first time I ever smoked cracked I was in high school. It was a Saturday night and I was at a party, but it wasn't your typical high school party. It was at a house where some girls were squatting at. You had to go through a gap in a chain link fence and inside were some mattresses on the floor, the walls were all tagged up etc. Around midnight, my dealer (who had brought me there) asked me if I wanted to go get some crack. I said sure. We drove to the back of some autoparts store and he got it from some black dudes with doo-rags in a black escalade with massive chrome rims. We split $80 worth. We parked somewhere and start smoking it. Instantly I'm floating off into space, but I'm trying to keep up since he keeps on passing it to me. Eventually I tell him, "man I can't smoke anymore" and then said, "naw, we gotta finish it all". So i keep smoking more and eventually start hallucinating. I remember looking at the trees that lined the residential street we were parked on, and on the branches were thousands of little gremlins jumping on mini trampolines. Then my memory sort of blanks.

Somehow I got home and I find myself waking up the next day on Sunday afternoon sitting upright on a chair. Every muscle in my body ached as if I had competed in a triathlon the day before. Thinking back on it now, that was probably a sign of the early stages of rhabdomyolysis (a very common occurrence with regard to cocaine overdoses). Felt like I had been poisoned. Who knows how much I smoked that night but long story short, don't smoke crack for the first time with a seasoned crack smoker. I later came to learn that dude was in fact a pretty serious basehead.
 
First time I experienced a powerful hit I was in the bathroom of my homies house. He let a dealer come through to cook up and looked out for all of us there. Anyways I'm still a rookie, I loaded up a bit too much, blasted off then attempted to make it back into the main room in the back everybody was in before the effects really hit but it was too late, I stumbled and barely landed on the couch in the front room. I couldn't stand up, the room is spinning I have no legs and I ouldn't see. I was loud falling across the room and my homie came to check out what was what. Just me melting into his couch! That was it for me for the day. Sadly this was the beginning of the ghost that I could never catch. Different from a bellringer, this was much stronger like I was about to crossover. For some time after a hit just doesn't do it unless it's something to leave me cross eyed and painless smh I've since chilled out some and learned to appreciate and respect the power of crack.
 
I recently experienced the full intensity of crack when I smoked it out of a bong. Man oh man. Talk about stuck... I'd recommend trying this to basically no one though; even if you are a regular user with a tolerance I still advise due consideration, or at the very least caution and restraint. If you think crack is a beast with a straight shooter, you can imagine...
 
I recently experienced the full intensity of crack when I smoked it out of a bong. Man oh man. Talk about stuck... I'd recommend trying this to basically no one though; even if you are a regular user with a tolerance I still advise due consideration, or at the very least caution and restraint. If you think crack is a beast with a straight shooter, you can imagine...
I can imagine especially if you load a decent piece to qualify for the size of bong. However I've always heard if the cylinder, pipe or bong is too long the activity of the vapors diminish?

What size bong was it? Makes me think of a hit from an upside down cup. Allow the smoke to fill up the cup then tip and hit. I still don't no how it's done lol
 
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