Well, I haven't been around Bluelight lately, but I though I should hop on and post my first experience with AMT. Now, I've done my fare share of drugs, definatly not as much as some people here, but enough where I have something to compare to, and I can go about my use responsibly. I could have been a little more responsible with AMT, and I think maybe I didn't give it a fair enough chance. A friend of mine who lives on my floor dropped by my dorm room and mentioned something about a rave that night, 5 buck, small, in the middle on nowhere Wisconsin. I really had nothing better to do than sleep, as I had only had 3 hours the previous night, and had been working all day. Fuck it, I went anyways. Now, I knew he had a few rolls, and a packed bowl of schwag, but I didn't know he had 4 pills of AMT. I'm not sure the dosage, but they were 4 stantard sized capsules filled with a brownish powder. On the three hour car ride, he mentioned that he had them, and asked me if I wanted to try them, as when he last mentioned them, I imeadiatly beefed up on research and asked him to get a hold of some for me sometime. He ranted and raved about how great it was, so I was in. I took my two capsules about an hour or so before getting to the party. Ok, nothing for a while, just kinda slowly creeping on me, somewhat like acid. Can't help but to smile like an idiot, and think that the whole world knows what's up, and that something's going on, even though it's just me and my friend in his car. The guilty smirk. The highway was pitchblack, no lights as it was away from the cities so far, and roadcones were seperating the two sides of Highway 94. My friend's muffler had dropped before we left, so his car rattled loudly. As the drug started to take effect, the cones were glowing, no, shining especially bright from his headlights. I started getting a little paranoid, but I knew that this was going to be strong as hell, very potent right away. It was kinda intimidating. I almost felt like crying, even though I knew I was ok, and everything was fine, just for no reason, crying. After hiding in my hood for a while, we get to the party. It's about -10 F outside, and we can't bring our jackets in, so we dash to the front door, me trailing behind my friend. I kinda meekly mutter "Mike, can you make sure I'm ok tonight?" He just laughs and says sure. He's a pretty cool guy. Later, he tells me that I was sluring really bad when I was talking to him. Walking inside was almost exactly like watching Hunter S. Thompson walk around on ether in Fear and Loathing. I felt tilted back, my legs swinging in front of me. Almost watching myself doing what I was doing at first. It was kinda scary, probibly not the right atmosphere for the first time experience for AMT. After walking around kinda lost for a while, more and more people arived, and eventually I ran into people I knew. Mike, my friend, was busy with some girl he knew, so I kinda felt a little ditched. Some other friends I ran into kept me pretty entertained, asking me about the experience and such, dancing then taking breaks. Considering my extremely poor sleeping habits around that time, and how little sleep I got the night before, I had a pretty high energy level, enough to dance. It was definatly more physical than a lot of drugs I've taken, but not like rolling, or anythin I had done before. My inner theighs kept twitching, over and over, like a burst of twitching for 5 minutes, then stop for 20, then more twitching. It was kinda scary at first, but then I got used to it, and though it was pretty funny. Eventually, I would just start laughing, and my friends would know that's when my legs were twitching. I still felt somewhat alienated, Mike gone and me being the only one on this drug. I wish I hadn't done it alone maybe. I don't know. Around 4 or 5 (took the pills at 10) I started to get tired, really physically weak too. I was still seeing thing, tripping and feeling different sensations, but I just felt like I needed a healthy dose of caffeine or something. All that not sleeping that whole week was catchin up to me. After a while, we left, drove back, and I passed out in my bed. That was Saturday morning (the party was friday night) I woke up once or twice, just looking at the clock, then drifting back asleep. When I finally woke up, woke up, there was about 4 messages on my answeringmachine, and it was Sunday morning. I had slept through Saturday completely. Again, I must mention that I don't think I gave the drug a fair chance, and wish I was in a better environment, with different people, and had gotten all the rest I needed, before embarking on this trip. It was still fun, and I'd definatly like to do it again, just when I'm more prepared. Any questions? lemme know! I want to hear other's experiences with AMT too. Laterz.
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Oh god, why have you forsaken me? *chomp* mmm......sacralicious....
"Stanley Kubrick is the essence of cyberpunk."
-Timothy Leary
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Oh god, why have you forsaken me? *chomp* mmm......sacralicious....
"Stanley Kubrick is the essence of cyberpunk."
-Timothy Leary
