This was the absolute worst freak out I've ever seen. On New Years Eve me and a buddy went to this guy who had a shitload of RCs and other drugs, and my friend bought what he was told was a capsule full of Molly. It turned out this fuckin moron sold him 2c-I as Molly and by the time we realized something was seriously wrong it was way too late.
About an 1 1/2 after eating it he became real delusional and started asking me the same questions over and over non-stop. I figured he was just completely faced and just rolling his balls off. I mean, his pupils were the size of quarters and he wouldn't shut the fuck up. Asking me shit like "Did I pee my pants?" (he spilled water all over himself), "Where are we?" "What am I doing?". Shit like that.
Well I was starting to get worried so I took him over to a friend's to sit him down to chill out, but when we got there he wouldn't get out of the car. He didn't know where we were and when I asked my buddy to help me get him out he completely flipped out. Started swinging at me and my buddy, he ripped my rearview mirror right off and threw it at me (he missed and hit the window; my mirror is still cracked down the middle), he started thrashing around in my car and then unbuckled his seat belt and jumped out of the car screaming at the top of his lungs. He was attacking anyone who came near him, and then he for some reason was jumping on top of cars and kept slipping off and falling onto the cement. Since this happened in the suburbs, I'm assuming about half the block called the cops, cause within 10 minutes 4 cruisers showed up.
We were all at a safe distance by this time, but they found him in his underwear sitting in a puddle screaming. When they approached him he started attacking the cops and they fought back. They tazered him a ridiculous amount of times and hit him in the head with a nightstick. He ended up in I.C.U. for a few days, and didn't return home for a week after.
He ended up taking over 200mgs of 2c-I, and I can honestly see why he flipped out so bad. I can't even imagine how fucked up it was for him. He still has horrible scars all over from being tazered, and I remember when he came back to school he still had a pretty big lump on his head from being clubbed.
I;m just glad he's alive and not in a mental home right now.
(I'm making it my mission to beat the living fuck out of that dealer, no matter how long it takes me to track him down)
*EDIT what the hell, I never posted this in this thread. Were threads merged or some shit??