Enlitx
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A little less than half an hour ago I experienced one of the most unexpected and awesome experiences of my life. I still feel the afterglow while typing this.
It all started when I decided to do some coke. I found a guy at a party who would do it and in about fifteen minutes I had a gram of coke. I have only done coke once before and it wasn't much. This time I took about three lines in an hour and was feeling incredibly good. Much more so than my previous experience. I went cruising around in my town and drove around with some friends, at one point sharing a line with one. The feeling made me extremely sociable and confident, too much so regarding the latter, for as I was driving I blew by a stop sign doing 60 without caring if there was a cop. I stopped doing any more lines until I got back to my house immediately following this. It was a fun night and the coke was gone the next day. I got a little bit of sleep even after the coke comedown.
The next day I went with a few friends and one offered a line of glass. I had never done meth before and the prospect intrigued me. Now let me say that I am one to experiment with anything, but I always hated the idea of doing meth, as it had been portrayed as so fucking evil that it stuck in my mind, it made me feel evil for just doing it. I decided fuck it, I wanted to at least know why I hated a drug.
Anyways, the rush was intense, I felt extremely sociable, but it was much more of an energy booster with less euphoric effects than coke, especially since my mood on meth became easily irritated. I was enjoying the fact that my energy source seemed infinite. My friends and I got on the interstate and drove to a nearby town, but on the way some bad shit happened in the car (ruining of some inside parts due to cigarette negligence of tweaked friend) and I became extremely paranoid and my body became awash in feelings of anxiety and fear. I started to feel sick and had to relax. My friend who had done this stuff a lot chilled me out by telling me about a kit that could repair it for ten bucks. I knew he was purposely trying to calm me down but I also knew I desperately needed to do it in order to avoid puking. It worked (probably in part due to the euphoria and the "I don't give a fuck" aspects of meth) and I calmed down and focused my energy on other stuff. I admit it took a bit of control to not freak out after that incident in my car, but I am pretty keen in controlling my emotions. The next day and night were pretty normal, I just felt as if I had a lot of energy.
I decided that meth wasn't the drug for me because of how it operates. It's euphoric aspects faded in a few hours while the enrgy (which became unpleasant at such high levels unless constantly used) weren't worth the risks both legally and healthfully. I seriously wanted to sleep after the 2nd night up started, but it seemed as if I layed down a constant surge of unpleasant feelings swarmed my body. Actually moving and using energy helped suppress these feelings. Needless to say sleep was impossible and my third day really sucked as I was stupid enough to do one small line from a friend since I hadn't gotten sleep and the comedown would start at my job (which was an eight hour shift on the weekend). I told myself that night I would take some tylenol pm and fall asleep. What a understimate of what one gram of coke followed by high quality glass in three consecutive days can do to the body.
The next day truly sucked, I felt drained but unable to relax and just stay calm about anything. Instead I felt twitchy and spun out, unable to concentrate on a singular object. I was starting to feel really weird both physically and mentally, so work was hell, but I managed to act normal from a bit of experience in human relations while intoxicated. That would have been today until 6 P.M. when I got off work, and now it is 11 P.M. and I feel better than I ever have, I feel content. I am much too tired though as this feeling is allowing me the sweet peace I have needed in the past few days of my comedown stupor. The last phrase in my title played an integral part in flipping my mood in a complete 180. But I will explain that tomorrow as it will undoubtedly be long, and this post is growing into something of a ramble. I am going to finally go sleep, goodnight.
It all started when I decided to do some coke. I found a guy at a party who would do it and in about fifteen minutes I had a gram of coke. I have only done coke once before and it wasn't much. This time I took about three lines in an hour and was feeling incredibly good. Much more so than my previous experience. I went cruising around in my town and drove around with some friends, at one point sharing a line with one. The feeling made me extremely sociable and confident, too much so regarding the latter, for as I was driving I blew by a stop sign doing 60 without caring if there was a cop. I stopped doing any more lines until I got back to my house immediately following this. It was a fun night and the coke was gone the next day. I got a little bit of sleep even after the coke comedown.
The next day I went with a few friends and one offered a line of glass. I had never done meth before and the prospect intrigued me. Now let me say that I am one to experiment with anything, but I always hated the idea of doing meth, as it had been portrayed as so fucking evil that it stuck in my mind, it made me feel evil for just doing it. I decided fuck it, I wanted to at least know why I hated a drug.
Anyways, the rush was intense, I felt extremely sociable, but it was much more of an energy booster with less euphoric effects than coke, especially since my mood on meth became easily irritated. I was enjoying the fact that my energy source seemed infinite. My friends and I got on the interstate and drove to a nearby town, but on the way some bad shit happened in the car (ruining of some inside parts due to cigarette negligence of tweaked friend) and I became extremely paranoid and my body became awash in feelings of anxiety and fear. I started to feel sick and had to relax. My friend who had done this stuff a lot chilled me out by telling me about a kit that could repair it for ten bucks. I knew he was purposely trying to calm me down but I also knew I desperately needed to do it in order to avoid puking. It worked (probably in part due to the euphoria and the "I don't give a fuck" aspects of meth) and I calmed down and focused my energy on other stuff. I admit it took a bit of control to not freak out after that incident in my car, but I am pretty keen in controlling my emotions. The next day and night were pretty normal, I just felt as if I had a lot of energy.
I decided that meth wasn't the drug for me because of how it operates. It's euphoric aspects faded in a few hours while the enrgy (which became unpleasant at such high levels unless constantly used) weren't worth the risks both legally and healthfully. I seriously wanted to sleep after the 2nd night up started, but it seemed as if I layed down a constant surge of unpleasant feelings swarmed my body. Actually moving and using energy helped suppress these feelings. Needless to say sleep was impossible and my third day really sucked as I was stupid enough to do one small line from a friend since I hadn't gotten sleep and the comedown would start at my job (which was an eight hour shift on the weekend). I told myself that night I would take some tylenol pm and fall asleep. What a understimate of what one gram of coke followed by high quality glass in three consecutive days can do to the body.
The next day truly sucked, I felt drained but unable to relax and just stay calm about anything. Instead I felt twitchy and spun out, unable to concentrate on a singular object. I was starting to feel really weird both physically and mentally, so work was hell, but I managed to act normal from a bit of experience in human relations while intoxicated. That would have been today until 6 P.M. when I got off work, and now it is 11 P.M. and I feel better than I ever have, I feel content. I am much too tired though as this feeling is allowing me the sweet peace I have needed in the past few days of my comedown stupor. The last phrase in my title played an integral part in flipping my mood in a complete 180. But I will explain that tomorrow as it will undoubtedly be long, and this post is growing into something of a ramble. I am going to finally go sleep, goodnight.
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