So after abandoning harm reduction strategies of taking all you're going to take in one fell swoop, tonight I tried this little experiment of spreading 2.5 strong MDMA pills out over about 4 hours. Add in the fact that some new found friend cajoled me into trying some *bumps* of ketamine, thereby breaking my one cardinal rule that I would never snort any substance up my nose...that was just the limit. Well, at least I made it 31 years. Oh yea, then there is that sketch pill I bought from some unknown person that seemed like such a good idea at the time.
So anyway, I started at 11:00pm and it's now 9:50am. I'm not sure if I'm high or not. What I do know is that I'm sick to my stomach, sweat is pouring off my head, I'm fighting the urge to grind my teeth, I haven't eaten in thirteen hours nor have I slept in twenty-four. If my current appetite is any indication, there will be no food consumption for a long time to come. There is still plenty of residual mental activity going on, and I've just managed to spill all kinds of inappropriate life secrets to random people on MSN Messenger. Given my current state of fitness, the seven hours of non-stop dancing will most certainly cause some highly unpleasant sensations in the hours and days to come.
And to think that three years ago I was so anti drug that it's a painful retrospection to think about it.
Was it worth the seven hours of bliss? We shall see.