My friends and I had planned to take AMTs that fateful night that was my first experience with a "happy" drug like ecstasy. We couldn't get AMT, though, and he said he had some other pills we could trip on, and since I had my heart set on tripping with my boyfriend that night, we took the pills. I swallowed mine, so did my boyfriend, and our friend M. A, V, and C crammed theirs. I am not entirely sure of what chemicals exactly were in these pills, or of the dosage, but they were small and white with spiral designs on them.
The deal took a while to go through, so P (my bf) and I smoked a bowl in the meantime, and he drank one beer. We went to V and C's house and dosed at about 11pm, approximately. After almost 2 hours, some of us were starting to feel something. C was go-o-o-one, pupils the size of quarters. V was feeling nothing, as it seems to be pure chance as to whether certain chemicals do anything to her. A was feeling it, I was buzzy, and M was not sure what to expect so couldn't really say except he felt weird. P felt nothing.
V always wants to go to a video store every time we trip, so we walked down the street to Blockbuster. As we were getting ready to go into the store, I noticed that the sidewalk seemed to me more like the surface of the moon than a flat sidewalk. We went inside and were looking at all the video cases...let me just say that the Horror section ROCKS! The letters that look like dripping blood, really were dripping. The faces all seemed to wink at me or make faces, and I could almost tell what some of them were thinking. Then I went to the childrens' section, but it wasn't nearly as cool.
We went back to their house and watched a movie that V had rented, Dagun, and normally I am all about blood, fire, and violence in movies in general. I had to turn away from the screen a couple of times because I couldn't stand to see the blood in the water. As if that wasn't bad enough, I realized that P wasn't tripping, and I started freaking out because the whole point was for us to do it together (I had been tripping on shrooms when I met him, so we thought this would be fun-but anyway I'll do that report later.) So I started to really hate what I was feeling. I got mad at myself for tripping when he wasn't, even though he understood and told me just to enjoy it and not to worry about him. Well, I couldn't watch the movie and I couldn't just sit and enjoy my trip because the fuzzy happy feelings are just too foreign to me. V and C were in their bedroom and A and M were in their own little world, so P and I went home. It is a 3 minute drive in the same apartment complex and he wasn't tripping so it seemed okay for him to drive. He was fine, but I was not enjoying being in the car. I thought that somehow something would be different on the same road we go down every single day, and the trees seemed to mock me, echoing my frustration and lack of control.
We got home and I tried to watch SpaceGhost, couldn't concentrate though. We....um....you don't need to know the details of what happened next...and then he went to sleep.
My Slipknot poster began breathing heavily, moving back and forth against the wall. I had to look away. My Mudvayne poster then began taunting and threatening me. It wasn't so much that he was talking, just that I saw the look on his face and could read his thoughts. All the posters in the room were staring at me, Manson, Rob Zombie, the breathing Slipknot...I was terrified, and P was asleep, so I woke him up to tell him I was freaking out. He said he was sorry but he had to go back to sleep because he had a 3 hour drive to make the next day. I asked him if he would be mad at me if I went back to V and C's house, and he said "No, just be careful walking." (Some babysitter!)
So I put my shoes back on and walked back to their house, with the trees laughing at me and the birds watching over me like angels. The black cat I saw on the way told me not to be scared, there is nothing there in the dark that isnt' there in the light. I get back to their house, at about 4am, and M and A are leaving, which tells me that V and C are going to bed. M's car was too far ahead of me on the way back for me to catch up, so I had to walk all the way back, and the trees stopped laughing at me and started feeling sorry for me. I got home and laid down, still tripping, with full intentions of going to sleep. I watched the sun come up through the patio doors, and then guess what...I went to sleep.
[Changed title from "Candy flip - first time - so much for happy drugs!" to avoid confusion as at this moment the drug taken is unknown. -Splatt]
[ 28 July 2002: Message edited by: Splatt ]
The deal took a while to go through, so P (my bf) and I smoked a bowl in the meantime, and he drank one beer. We went to V and C's house and dosed at about 11pm, approximately. After almost 2 hours, some of us were starting to feel something. C was go-o-o-one, pupils the size of quarters. V was feeling nothing, as it seems to be pure chance as to whether certain chemicals do anything to her. A was feeling it, I was buzzy, and M was not sure what to expect so couldn't really say except he felt weird. P felt nothing.
V always wants to go to a video store every time we trip, so we walked down the street to Blockbuster. As we were getting ready to go into the store, I noticed that the sidewalk seemed to me more like the surface of the moon than a flat sidewalk. We went inside and were looking at all the video cases...let me just say that the Horror section ROCKS! The letters that look like dripping blood, really were dripping. The faces all seemed to wink at me or make faces, and I could almost tell what some of them were thinking. Then I went to the childrens' section, but it wasn't nearly as cool.
We went back to their house and watched a movie that V had rented, Dagun, and normally I am all about blood, fire, and violence in movies in general. I had to turn away from the screen a couple of times because I couldn't stand to see the blood in the water. As if that wasn't bad enough, I realized that P wasn't tripping, and I started freaking out because the whole point was for us to do it together (I had been tripping on shrooms when I met him, so we thought this would be fun-but anyway I'll do that report later.) So I started to really hate what I was feeling. I got mad at myself for tripping when he wasn't, even though he understood and told me just to enjoy it and not to worry about him. Well, I couldn't watch the movie and I couldn't just sit and enjoy my trip because the fuzzy happy feelings are just too foreign to me. V and C were in their bedroom and A and M were in their own little world, so P and I went home. It is a 3 minute drive in the same apartment complex and he wasn't tripping so it seemed okay for him to drive. He was fine, but I was not enjoying being in the car. I thought that somehow something would be different on the same road we go down every single day, and the trees seemed to mock me, echoing my frustration and lack of control.
We got home and I tried to watch SpaceGhost, couldn't concentrate though. We....um....you don't need to know the details of what happened next...and then he went to sleep.
My Slipknot poster began breathing heavily, moving back and forth against the wall. I had to look away. My Mudvayne poster then began taunting and threatening me. It wasn't so much that he was talking, just that I saw the look on his face and could read his thoughts. All the posters in the room were staring at me, Manson, Rob Zombie, the breathing Slipknot...I was terrified, and P was asleep, so I woke him up to tell him I was freaking out. He said he was sorry but he had to go back to sleep because he had a 3 hour drive to make the next day. I asked him if he would be mad at me if I went back to V and C's house, and he said "No, just be careful walking." (Some babysitter!)
So I put my shoes back on and walked back to their house, with the trees laughing at me and the birds watching over me like angels. The black cat I saw on the way told me not to be scared, there is nothing there in the dark that isnt' there in the light. I get back to their house, at about 4am, and M and A are leaving, which tells me that V and C are going to bed. M's car was too far ahead of me on the way back for me to catch up, so I had to walk all the way back, and the trees stopped laughing at me and started feeling sorry for me. I got home and laid down, still tripping, with full intentions of going to sleep. I watched the sun come up through the patio doors, and then guess what...I went to sleep.
[Changed title from "Candy flip - first time - so much for happy drugs!" to avoid confusion as at this moment the drug taken is unknown. -Splatt]
[ 28 July 2002: Message edited by: Splatt ]
