I don't think you would lose the plot like that on E (if E = mdma) but on speedy pills on the other hand i have done twice this year myself i know it was the pills cause i haven't taken anything else this year.
This is one of my experiences fro you to have a laugh at
All week work from 7am to 4 pm - come friday, rush home pack shit and get to the airport to fly from bris - sydney. Arrive in Sydney at 6.30pm after leaning bris at 6 pm - Daylight savings = gain 1 hour. 20 min drive to friends house. Now the usual catching up and a few cones it 20 hours awake before getting any sleep.
The next day is spent catching up with a few relitives - bla bla....... and then the fun starts. 9pm saturday and feeling pretty tired (big week, not much sleep). It's off pilling I go. Basically from this point sat night turns into sunday and sunday afternnoon I flip out at S.O.S. (36 hours no sleep 7-8 speed pills and a few cones for good measure)
The result is fucking scary let me tell you. I had 1000 ppls all seeming to be staring at me at once and i was getting more paranoid by the second and i had to get away from everyone but could barely walk and the couple of ppls i was with where just the same.
I got up and went outside and sat on these steps and when this big bouncer sized body starts coming towards me it just freaks me out more. He actually just wants to see if i'm ok and i said yes cause i was so paranoid that he could also of been a cop, anyway this guy gos on about how he lost the plot once had moved down the south coast to chill cause he was suffering from speed phycosis and i take his babbling story in to my mashed brain.
At this point it became very hard to distinguish reality from what my head was thinking and i am saying to myself "it's not real, it's not real" and i think shit everyones looking at me again but i am sitting by myself. ( the best way to picture how i felt was if you have seen the movie two-hands and everyones pout to get heath ledger - taht was how i felt). After sitting there for 5 minutes i decide that i should go chill in the car for a while and think again about that cause i would have to cross the road and might get run over.( Funny how i was sitting on the stairs of that bridge over the road). Anyway i managed to get up and was heading back inside to find my friends and when i found them they said they had been looking for me for about an hour - I looked at my watch and realised that what i thought happened in 5 minutes was actually two hours.
At this point i went inside and Bexta was playing so being from brisvegas it kinda felt good and it was like i was at home. The bad/weird shit is over - or is it.
10 pm and S.O.S is over and i'm feeling a bit better. We get in the car and decide to go to a club because we are too awake and haev a few pills left to get rid of so as we drive over the harbour bridge we all have another pill amd i decide to be greedy and have two and quickly chew them up.
The bad/weird vibe comes back when we pull up at the toll booths and some guy is in the middle of his armed hold-up and we interupt. I can rember the toll guy sayinhg please help or something and just driving off at high speed cause we don't want to be shot.
Next we are heading down some street in the cross and there is this guy with a car trailer stopped in the middle of the road and car alarms going off left right and centre and iI catch out iof the corner of my eye a guy smaching a cars window with a crow bar and once again we speed off.
When we finally park the car, I get straight out and open the boot and grab the toolbox and my friend asks what the fuck i'm doing and my reply was that I am taking the numberplates off the car so that the guy we saw robbing the toll booths can't track us down as easy.
It's about 10.30 pm and i can just remember sitting in this club with my friends and it wasn't too bad actually and we stayed until about 3am and decided our weekend was over. When we got back to thew car my friend who was the driver starts to mumble shit and say he can't drive and is seeing shit and is going down the path i had earlier at S.O.S so i took the keys and drove home.
My friends might I add "company" car made it about 100 meters away from his house (10km from the city) before it shit cause i drove all the way home with the handbrake on.
Anyway when we get back inside the house everyone else just go's to sleep and i stay awake cause i am thinking i don't want to miss my flight back to brisbane and might sleep for too long if i go to sleep at all so went for a walk to the shop and got a few red bulls to help stay awake.
Well i got back to brisbane on monday night and about all i can remember was the stewardess on the plane waking me up when we landed and pretty much passing out and sleeping for a day when i got home and at that point I had been awake for 60 hours and like i say had a big week at work the week before.
Now i don't think the flipping out had anything to do with sleep deprevation because I was going in and out of this state I was in and if it was sleep deprevation I imagine it would have syayed and got worse.
Moral of the story - Rest up before you have your pills and a couple of pills is plenty - they are just a waste after the 3rd one and if you are getting speedy pills atm shop elsewhere. I think there are many factors to blame for flipping out and it's a combination of things but mainly just too many drugs, People might tell you they have had only so many but might have forgotton how many they really had when in this state. I only know cause I started out woith 10 and had them all myself.
