milkdub
Bluelighter
Description of drugs: First we smoked about two bowls of purple kush. After an hour or so, we continued to rail lines of meth throughout the night, I'm not sure about the dosage but we had an 8-ball of meth and 4 people.
Background info: Actually I’ve been meaning to write this down but haven’t come around to it until now. This trip took place about 2 months ago. I wasn’t particularly prepared for this. It was just a spur of the moment type of thing. I had been pretty stressed out from school that whole week, so I just wanted to do some drugs to let loose that weekend.
The experience: My friend, “D”, picked me around 8 PM to hang out at his apartment. After he got me, he had to pick up another friend, “B”, at some random girl’s house. We went in for a while, during which B smoked me out of a bong. It was some weird bong that would increase the amount of smoke originally created, so we ended up coughing our brains out afterwards. B was coughing intensely for the next hour. Anyways, I was really anxious to get back to D’s place (which was, unfortunately, a long drive away) because D told me that there was a line set up and waiting for me at his apartment. For some strange reason I became really nauseous from being stoned during the car ride (which has never happened to me before). I threw up right after we parked and was still feeling kind of nauseous and sick at the apartment until I railed a FAT line of meth.
For the rest of the night B, D, D’s gf and I did lines and listened to jungle. D kept bothering his pet parakeet, repeatedly calling, “Larson? Laaaarsoooon?!” in his creepy old-man voice. I brought pastels with me so we could draw; D didn’t really have anything for me to draw so he gave me his Notorious B.I.G. CD case to draw. I made a pretty good charcoal drawing of notorious B.I.G., which D ended up giving away to a homeless lady a week later (D: “I just thought she’d like to have it!”). D and his girlfriend went to bed, B crashed for a bit, and I spent all night revising my paper. While tweaking, I always become a perfectionist, literally using 30 minutes to rewrite one sentence.
By morning, D woke up and made me drink a protein mix. In the afternoon, D and B left to get more meth and came back with an 8-ball of a batch more intense than the first. I railed a line of the new batch and felt an immediate rush and tingling throughout my body. I had to sit down because it was so strong. I started panicking when my eyes began twitching. D calmed me down by diverting my attention to his butterfly knives. He showed me how to play with them; I copied his movements, and step-by-step learned how to open and close the knife swiftly. I played with the knife, I’d say obsessively, for hours on end until my wrists starting hurting. B also became obsessed, but with something else. He stopped talking and concentrated solely on hacking into an internet server with D’s Linux computer for the next 19 hours.
It was night again when I decided to do half a line with D’s girlfriend. That wasn’t enough so I made another half of a line, railed it, and… tweaked out beyond comprehension. It felt like I was on ecstasy, not tweak. My skin was very sensitive to touch and tingling, my heart was pounding hard and fast, and my eyes were twitching even more intensely than before. I couldn’t walk straight so I laid on the couch. D took my pulse and told me that I’ll be okay. A while later, something in the corner of the room caught my eye. I turned to look at it and found three orange cartoon cats sitting there, staring at me, and whispering things to one another (I could hear soft snickering). Their fur moved slowly like hair floating under water. I had never gotten such vivid hallucinations on meth before this.
D and I started drawing faces and talking. I was getting a weird feeling similar to the one I had this other time I was railing K with D. Just like that time, I felt like somebody was missing, even though everybody was there. Although I couldn’t consciously sense its presence in the present, I could sense it when I recalled the events of that night. Its presence existed only in my memories. I told D and his girlfriend and they agreed that they sometimes felt a presence in the apartment. I finally crashed for 3-4 hours later that night. I was still pretty tweaked out when I woke up early morning; I still couldn’t walk straight and crashed into a wall on the way to the bathroom. When I got home, I was just a zombie for the rest of the day, and then finally crashed at night.
Conclusion: For the next 3-4 days I became really sick, lethargic, and down, which made me regret doing anything at all. I think might have pushed my body a little too far this time, but I’m glad nothing bad happened. I’m a little suspicious that I might have slightly (not very seriously) overdosed. I think next time I will be more careful with how much I do within a certain time period. Sometimes I get the urge to recreate this trip, but I know that I probably shouldn’t, for my own safety.
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_combo_
Background info: Actually I’ve been meaning to write this down but haven’t come around to it until now. This trip took place about 2 months ago. I wasn’t particularly prepared for this. It was just a spur of the moment type of thing. I had been pretty stressed out from school that whole week, so I just wanted to do some drugs to let loose that weekend.
The experience: My friend, “D”, picked me around 8 PM to hang out at his apartment. After he got me, he had to pick up another friend, “B”, at some random girl’s house. We went in for a while, during which B smoked me out of a bong. It was some weird bong that would increase the amount of smoke originally created, so we ended up coughing our brains out afterwards. B was coughing intensely for the next hour. Anyways, I was really anxious to get back to D’s place (which was, unfortunately, a long drive away) because D told me that there was a line set up and waiting for me at his apartment. For some strange reason I became really nauseous from being stoned during the car ride (which has never happened to me before). I threw up right after we parked and was still feeling kind of nauseous and sick at the apartment until I railed a FAT line of meth.
For the rest of the night B, D, D’s gf and I did lines and listened to jungle. D kept bothering his pet parakeet, repeatedly calling, “Larson? Laaaarsoooon?!” in his creepy old-man voice. I brought pastels with me so we could draw; D didn’t really have anything for me to draw so he gave me his Notorious B.I.G. CD case to draw. I made a pretty good charcoal drawing of notorious B.I.G., which D ended up giving away to a homeless lady a week later (D: “I just thought she’d like to have it!”). D and his girlfriend went to bed, B crashed for a bit, and I spent all night revising my paper. While tweaking, I always become a perfectionist, literally using 30 minutes to rewrite one sentence.
By morning, D woke up and made me drink a protein mix. In the afternoon, D and B left to get more meth and came back with an 8-ball of a batch more intense than the first. I railed a line of the new batch and felt an immediate rush and tingling throughout my body. I had to sit down because it was so strong. I started panicking when my eyes began twitching. D calmed me down by diverting my attention to his butterfly knives. He showed me how to play with them; I copied his movements, and step-by-step learned how to open and close the knife swiftly. I played with the knife, I’d say obsessively, for hours on end until my wrists starting hurting. B also became obsessed, but with something else. He stopped talking and concentrated solely on hacking into an internet server with D’s Linux computer for the next 19 hours.
It was night again when I decided to do half a line with D’s girlfriend. That wasn’t enough so I made another half of a line, railed it, and… tweaked out beyond comprehension. It felt like I was on ecstasy, not tweak. My skin was very sensitive to touch and tingling, my heart was pounding hard and fast, and my eyes were twitching even more intensely than before. I couldn’t walk straight so I laid on the couch. D took my pulse and told me that I’ll be okay. A while later, something in the corner of the room caught my eye. I turned to look at it and found three orange cartoon cats sitting there, staring at me, and whispering things to one another (I could hear soft snickering). Their fur moved slowly like hair floating under water. I had never gotten such vivid hallucinations on meth before this.
D and I started drawing faces and talking. I was getting a weird feeling similar to the one I had this other time I was railing K with D. Just like that time, I felt like somebody was missing, even though everybody was there. Although I couldn’t consciously sense its presence in the present, I could sense it when I recalled the events of that night. Its presence existed only in my memories. I told D and his girlfriend and they agreed that they sometimes felt a presence in the apartment. I finally crashed for 3-4 hours later that night. I was still pretty tweaked out when I woke up early morning; I still couldn’t walk straight and crashed into a wall on the way to the bathroom. When I got home, I was just a zombie for the rest of the day, and then finally crashed at night.
Conclusion: For the next 3-4 days I became really sick, lethargic, and down, which made me regret doing anything at all. I think might have pushed my body a little too far this time, but I’m glad nothing bad happened. I’m a little suspicious that I might have slightly (not very seriously) overdosed. I think next time I will be more careful with how much I do within a certain time period. Sometimes I get the urge to recreate this trip, but I know that I probably shouldn’t, for my own safety.
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substancecode_cannabis
substancecode_methamphetamine
substancecode_amphetamines
_combo_
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