Smosh Forums Presents:

Due to the posting limit being a bitch on the forum, I've made a special page to host these stories.

All drugs are ordered alphabetically; the drug's name appearing in red, and the member's name in blue. The stories have not been edited, and are pasted directly from their respective posts in the forum.

The font size may change here and there because the google page editor sucks balls. Sorry about that.

The most recently added stories will have a icon next to them.

 

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Update: Some drugs (pills) such as Xanax, Ecstasy and Vicodin have been replaced with their technical names. I did this because the common names are names created by pharmaceutical companies, and are not the true identities of the drug. So, some stories have moved places on the list.

 

"Reality is a crutch for people who can't cope with drugs" ~Lily Tomlin

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Alprazolam (Xanax) : ficalocious

This is my crazy Xanax story.

About six months ago, I decided I would take some of a relative’s prescribed Xanax. I’m not any stranger to doing drugs, and had frequently taken pills like Vicodin and Oxycontin, so the idea of trying out something new wasn’t any big deal.

7:00p
I took just a couple of them. Crushed about 2 and snorted them. I grew impatient because it didn’t hit me right away. So I decided on taking 3 more. This is where my mistake was. The last thing I remember of that night is turning my CD player on. There was no “I’m starting to feel a little weird…” I was normal, then I fell off the face of the earth. The next 10+ hours have been filled in for me by some of my family and friends.

7:30p
Apparently, right after I slipped into oblivion, I went into my sister’s room to serenade her with some songs on my guitar – very badly. She said I was slumped over and slurring my speech and asked if I had been drinking in my room.

8:00p – 9:30p
Somehow I ended up with my friend, although I don’t remember calling her. Apparently she picked me up and I wanted cigarettes, so she took me to a gas station. I managed to get out of the car on my own, but once we got inside, I guess I fell into a trance and just stared at the tiles on the floor. My friend tried getting me to snap out of it to no avail. So she ended up buying the cigs for me. We eventually went back to her place, where she got so worried about my condition that she called my parents. When she first picked me up I was talking – mostly coherently – but by the time my dad arrived, she said I was catatonic. I only have one faint memory of sitting on her porch trying to comprehend what was going on.

The rest of the night…
After my dad picks me up, I really have no idea what’s going on. We ended up back at my house, where my parents tried to ask me what I was on. I don’t know if I told them, but either way they took me to the hospital. There may be a faint memory of sitting in my living room rocking back and forth like a jackass, but it could just be what other people have told me that has gotten stuck in my mind. Probably the clearest memory of that night is when I was sitting in a small room, a stranger in front of me and my father beside me, and being forced to drink this awful charcoal-shake concoction. Then back to black. It was then that my father left and it would be another day and a half before I would see any of my family.

I opened my eyes the next day, I’m in a room, someone is telling me to get off of the table, then I fall to the ground and hit my head. A bunch of people rush towards me. Then I’m out again.

Awhile later I wake up again. This time – I’m myself. I only have three fragmented memories of the last day and a half, but somehow I know where I’m at. Maybe it was the fact that I was in a hospital gown, or that I had an IV in my arm, or that there was some stranger sleeping next to me… In any case, I began to realize the gravity of the situation. I decide I don’t want to deal with this, so I close my eyes and fall asleep.
Awhile later I’m woken up. I’m told I have to get up. So I go to the bathroom first. When I look in the mirror I see that the cracks of my lips are stained with black. I open my mouth – the entire thing is pitch black! I leave my room to find a nurse. “That would be the charcoal mixture they had you drink last night, to soak up any excess toxins.”

It was the next day before my family were allowed to see me. I learned I was in a behavioral health center of a hospital that was under 24-hour lockdown due to the erratic manner of the tenants who were sent there. I learned I was one of those tenants. For the next two days, I was forced to toss a beach ball around that had sentences on it describing feelings, and I was forced to read the sentences out loud and relate them to my own “personal struggle”. The only other person in the ward capable of playing the game with me was a 46-year old with the mental capacity of a second grader. It was hell on earth.

Aftermath
I found this entire thing nearly impossible to believe. How did four little pills hit me so horribly wrong? It was in the hospital that morning that the nurse informed me that while I was in a state of “blackout” from the first dosage, I had repeatedly went into the room where the pills were and kept taking more. All in all, they said I downed 27 pills in less than 35 minutes. And I have no recollection whatsoever. My advice to anyone is that pills can be fun, but make sure you’re careful, because you can’t ever really tell how it will affect you until you’ve done it yourself.

 

Amphetamine (Adderall) : Boxiom
One pill, 20 (10 ngard says , fucking fucker ripped me off)
1:25PM: Its near the end of lunch about 10 minutes left untill 6th period. I had just bought a 20 mg adderall earlier for $2.50. I took it with some chocolate milk.

1:35PM: Im not in 6th period world history playing hackey sack in the front of the room, I suck and keep missing the sac, or I hit only twice. The bell rings and I sit down for a long ass lecture.

1:50ishPM: I feel my pulse rate going faster. I sit in the back row, so I put my feet up under the desk infront of my and slouch into my chair, and lay my head against the wall. I listen to my teachers lecture and become more interested.

1:53PM: Its kicking in. My whole body feels tingly, I feel light as a feather. I keep raising my hand answering questions and getting involved in the lecture.

2:00PM: I feel a very good sensation in the middle of my body, I can feel it slowly spreading through out my body t and I keep smiling. I want to talk, im anxious to talk. I continue to stay slouched in my chair.

2:20PM: Life is good. My whole body feels light and tingly, a tingly but good sensation.

2:32PM: Class is over in 4 minutes. He ends his lecture early and we go to the front of the class to stand by the door. I shake everyones hand, kids I dont know, I just walk up and gave them a handshake. We begin to play hackey sac, I notice im playing well. I hit the sac about 10 times with both my feet instead of just one foot. Clearly the kid is amazed because earlier I could only hit it once.

2:35PM: The bell rings and I give the kid who had the hackey sac a high five and walk into the hall. Everyone pours into the halls and it feels like im in a current and being pushed down the hall. I make it halfway to 7th period and see my fat ass friend in the hall, I give him a hug and say "HEY BRO SUP". He knows im on something. I see some girl who is in my 7th period, that I rarely talk to. I ask her if she wants to "buy some cocaine milk". She laughs and gives me a high five and says "Hell yea dude!". I walk into the class with her and say some stupid shit, she asks me what im on.

2:40PM: Class starts, im on the computer making a banner for some project. The kid next to me, I try to give him a hug, and he just laughs. Oh by the way, I just started talking to him about a few day earlier. A kid comes in late, some geek who I dont talk to , I get up and try to give him a hug, everybody just laughs and I try to play it off and say "just kidding haha yea guys hahaha just kidding I am me, just kidding haha". I sit down and try to act normal.

2:43PM: 3 minutes and I cant take it sitting down. I tell the teacher im going to the bathroom and go walk around the whole school. I stop infront of a class and wave, the teacher tells me to go away, so I ran, fast.

2:50PM: I finally get back in the class, the teacher doesnt notice me come in. I sit down and make my banner for my website. It looks pretty good, I still feel good, tingly. But know its waring down. Im talking a million words per minute to the kid next to me.

3:00PM: I get up and walk to my bookbag which is on the tables in the middle of the class. I zip it open, then go sit down.

3:25PM: My teacher comes over to look at what I have done for the day. I show her the banner, and being as sucky as she is, she thinks its amazing. "Oh did you do that" . OFcourse im still hyper and shit "Yes I did do it you see I made it in photoshop and it has the pictures over here and the border so i can put it on my main site for the final project do you like it?" She says yes, I get an ego boost. NOT. Whenever she looks into my eyes I try to look away, but I know im twitching or doing something stupid.
3:35PM: Final bell rings and I walk to Shell(gas station) and buy a coffee. I go wait by my sisters car, we get in and leave.

4:00PM: We get home. Im not totally out of it now, just a little bit hyper.

All in all, it was a great experience. No crash after the "high". A good solid 2 hour's of feeling pleasure. Would I do it again? I already have, and that was today. Will I do it again after today? Probably not for a while. Was it necessary? Yes, Prior to this pill I hadn't done any drugs in 3 weeks.

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Cannabis : 686

With this story, you have to keep in mind that this was my first big pickup, and I was still a newbie at heart. It was a summer day, I finished work and biked to my best friend's house. Instead of our usual 4:20 sesh, that day we had to phone around for some hookups, because we were bone dry. Well, not completely dry. We still had crystals left in the budbuster, so we hotknived them and got a little buzzed. Night time rolls around, and we still have no one to grab off of, until a vivid beam of light struck my phone from above, and it started ringing. There was no beam of light, but you get the idea - it was a co-worker of mine telling me to come by because he had. I don't own a car, so the only option was to bike to this guys house, and since my friend didn't have a working bike, I went alone.

It was night time by the time I left, and it took 15 minutes to bike to this guy's apartment. I go in, grab a half-o, and we pack 2 bowls for ourselves and start playing some guitar hero. While he's playing, I sit there and admire the nugget. It was so puffy and so crystally, it was almost surreal. There was no orange on this bud at all, it was just dark green on the inside with a lighter outer-layer, and crystals covered it like powder snow. I didn't want to stay too late, because I had to get back, so I stood up, and got an incredible headrush. I could barely stand on my own two feet, it felt like my legs were jelly. Getting to the front door proved to be a problem, and the frame was low and I hit my head as I walked out, but felt no pain.

I go outside to hop on my bike, and what do I see but two officers on bikes, about 30 feet from where my bike was parked. I try not to make eye contact, and when I get on my bike, I see the two officers point at me, get on their bikes and pedal towards me. No, that was a hallucination, I look back and they're standing there like before, no weird business. I start biking home with this half o in my pocket down this long street that leads to the hydro fields. I'm not sure why I went this way, towards the hydros, I guess I thought it was a safer route than main streets, which could yield more police. The bikeride down this road was frantic, pedaling as fast as my legs would go, but my ass never left the seat, which would be a strange sight if anyone saw from their windows. I keep hearing sirens, and keep seeing red and blue lights, so I keep biking faster, and they all disappear. I made it to the hydros. The hydro fields is a long, long field (kilometres long) of hilly, abrupt ups-and-downs of wet, long grass. I start biking up and down these hills, until I hear a loud motor sound, followed by a spotlight from the sky. I look up, and I see a police helicopter searching the perimeter with a spotlight. The light got so close to me that I thought I had been spotted, but I kept pedaling, butt on the seat, up and down these hills. After I got out of sight, I made my way back to my friend's house, and walked in. My face was probably so flushed, and I was sweating. I walked past the TV room, where I saw my friend's mom sitting there watching something, and as I was passing I said "hi mom". I realized what I had done, and I looked like a fool, but I played it off by starting a small conversation with her, and calling her by her real name when I said goodnight.

The biggest trip was the helicopter, because it was real. I doubt they were looking for me; they must have been looking for someone else, which explains the 2 cops outside the apartment, sirens in the distance, and of course the helicopter.

Since then I have not tripped out so hard, and never have I seen nugget quite like the stuff I smoked that night. My god, it was amazing.

 

 

Cannabis : missyd

 for me, the one time i had a panic attack very similar to your's involved me taking hits from my friends' homemade "apparatus" - it was a dual chamber water-filtering gravity bong made from one of those gallon water jugs and a 2-liter soda bottle.

that thing is amazing, by the way.

it was my first time smoking out of it, and i had only been smoking pot maybe 4 months or so (and when i smoked, it was mainly from a little pipe and occasionally a small bubbler). so, i managed two hits off this monster, only two hits, and as soon as the second one entered my lungs, i knew i was fucked. really, really fucked.
the room began spiraling and i just had to leave - i became claustrophobic as hell, especially with 4 guy friends laughing and continuing to smoke. even the haze made me feel cramped into the corner, and i just shoved the door open and nearly fell out of the bathroom.

at this point, i forgot where i was and leaned on the wall. i continued to feel a floating sensation and i kept (also) telling myself "oh my god. oh my god. i feel like i'm going to die. shit.shit.shit. where the fuck am i?"
i than began to think i was at a different set of friends' apartment, when i was actually in the one across from their's (we lived on campus at and all of the apartments were mirror images of each other).

so ya, it took me a long time to realize where i was - i managed to stumble to the OTHER friends' apartment and then spent the next few hours GAZING at them playing super smash brothers. i was very confused. 

 

Cannabis : Frivolous248
I'll tell a story, but it happened last 4/20 so I can't document it that well...

I gave my one friend a ride home from school then we went to his house, picking up 2 other people on the way. We got to his house and waited till like 5 for his dad to get home, then he went out and got us some weed. Before he left he gave us a joint to smoke, so me and my other friend (only two of us smoked) started tokin' away. Then he came back with a sack, but it was like 2g short, but it was my friends money so I didn't really care and he did give us a joint so that made up for a little.

The joint burned pretty long, and I hadn't smoked in like a week so I was startin' to feel it with my low tolerance. When we got the bag then we packed a bowl in a nice glass bong that was my friends brothers. We smoked two bowls out of the bong then my friend wanted to smoke another joint. So my friends dad rolled us another joint (he obviously rolls better than me, been doing it for over a decade...) and we smoke this. I'm pretty zooted after this. So we head off to the mall, and I hadn't been to my friends before so they all gave me directions how to get to the mall. I barely remember any of that car ride, I was basically lost the whole time, but 2 sober people told me where to go.

Then we got to the mall and I was totally faded. I'd been in the mall a million times before but for some reason I was like, lost. I didn't know where shit was. I think we had food... I really don't remember shit, it was 8 months ago and I was high. The main thing I remember was seeing spencers and thinking "Hey, I know where I am! Wait...I shoulda know that already" it was pretty cool. I don't even know what we did next.

 

 

Cannabis : Abominable Ho Man
It was a cold and windy day, and me and some friends go out and get blitzed. We had 3 or 4 grams among the 4 of us. And me and another friend were only occasional stoners, so it wouldnt take too long for us too get fucked up. Half way done the session, everyone quits, except for me. I smoke as much as I can, I cant recall how many grams or bongs I smoked.

After everything's spinning around and shit, we split. We walk up this one trail, that takes us to the highway. Right across the highway is another road, with no houses down it. We decide to venture down there.

After about 5 minutes of walking down the road, I start trippin' out hard. I begin to feel REALLY hot, even though it was a cold day. I smoked so much, I couldnt feel how cold it was. Anyways, I turn to my friends and say, "Man, we needa get outta this desert!" and I take off my shirt, and even though I have nippons, I think its hot. My friends told me to put my shirt back on, and convinced me that it we were not in a desert, and that it was cold out.

Man I was so high.

 

 

Cannabis : boxinguy
ok so one time i bought some shrums before i went to work, they did not kick in for like ten minutes but when it did holy god. so it was about 230 and i had just gotten out of school. We went to a friends and ate them, when it finally kicked in i looked at my buddies bass, then all of a sudden it started to talk to me. i had been listening to MARLEY just before that so the bass started to talk about jah live, it was so crazy. THe strings were its lips and it just kept flapping its lips and saying stuff like, dude i love to make noise, play me, strap me on and pluck my strings. it was so scary cause then al of a suddeen it got mad at me and i honest to god thought it jumped up off the floor and ran after me. after like twenty minutes of chasing me it got me. that is when the bass got biger and it wraped itself around me. MY buddy said that i was just rolling on the floor for like ten minutes and when he finally hit me and said to wake up, the bass dissappered and when i went to go find it, it was sitting there in the corner smiling at me. It was the scarest thing i have ever been through cause it felt so real. it did not stop me from doing them again though hahahahaha.

 

 

Cannabis : MEGMICK
I don't know why, but I trip a lot just from smoking. I guess it's because my friends smoke a shitload and I don't, so when I smoke with them it's a little much. haha.

This was sometime last year, I was really fucking blazed and when I tried to laugh I started crying, that scared the shit out of me so I felt like crying, but I started laughing. This kept repeating, thank god I wasn't watching this cause it woulda tripped me out hahaha. Then I remember walking into the other room, but I was watching myself and I couldn't see anything else but like an aura of color around me. I laid down on the couch for a bit and then felt better. I would've presumed that shit was laced but my sister and my friend smoked with me and they were fine.

 

 

Cannabis : loverobin

It was the day before I left to go to college for the first time. It was also the day before my birthday. My friend and her brother invited me over to give me a parting gift. She gave me this cute black teddy bear with "courage" written on its shirt. Then her brother pulled out his baggy... they were going to roll me a good-bye blunt. He made it real fat, I had never seen so much weed rolled at once. My friend took a couple of hits and opted out, her brother had already smoked and said it was all for me. So what did I do? I smoked the whole damn thing. I was feeling pretty good, I went downstairs and shoved some food into my face and decided to leave. They asked me if I was ok to drive and I was like "Of course" I was just high right? So I got in my car and started driving. Then all of the sudden I felt this feeling of my whole body floating upwards... you know like how nitrous oxide makes you feel. I couldnt feel my feet anymore... which was a problem because I drive a manual. So I slowed down to about 5 miles per hour. And even then I realized I couldnt even see turns coming in the road until the last second. I felt like the road was moving under me instead of me moving over the road. I eventually decided I couldn't drive like that. So I pulled over and called my parents. Yeah, thats right I called my parents. I said something like "Im like... baked out of my mind right now... please... pick me up... where am I?... uh.... um... Im between that dirt road and that other one..."

They eventually picked me up and got me and my car home. They were just happy I called instead of trying to drive like that. I've never experienced anything like that from weed at any other point in my life... I guess I just was really really baked

Cannabis : mortati illuminati

Firs time i ever went out on a session with my mates seeing how much weed we would get through in one night.
I bought a new bong for the occasion.
Needed ofc.

Anyways started of with 20 quids worth of skunk in a 2 cig mix, going round 3 of us.
We had about 14 hits or so each.
Brilliant night.
Then BANG!, whitied out.
Wasnt funny.
THEN!
Greenied... yet again wasnt funny.
As i was starting to come back to normality of the high, everything around me seemed life like.
I mean i looked at the bookselve's and they appeared to be smiling at me, which sent my head further more west than it was.
Id look at the window and it was breathing, my mates both look like they were moving in slow motion with a motion trail.
What made it more weird was, it was only skunk... nothing else, just plain skunk.

That night was brilliant till that happened.

 

 

Cannabis : Sick Boy

Ladies and gentlemen, I have experienced it. Today, I was lucky enough to have firsthand experience with the myth, the legend, the cannabis sativa strand known as Purple Haze. And, it is all that it is cracked up to be.

It was just another day at school. During my 2 hour break between my second and third class, my friend "Joseph" and I decided to ride around and smoke a little bit of the mid that we had left. Thankfully for us, our other friend "Malcolm" decided to ride with us. We figured he had a little bit left too, and that we were going to match it. But, Malcolm told us to drive to his house first. He had something to show us. Upon reaching his house, we walked into his room and saw a 3-4 foot plant standing on the left wall with a heat lamp over it. I figured it was just his mid plant, but Joseph pointed out to me the purplish tops on the plant. While Malcolm was reaching under his bed, Joseph and I simaltaneously asked, "Is that what I think it is?". With a smile, Malcolm said, "Oh yeah" and pulled out an O bag from under his bed with the dried flowers of the Haze. He said he had obtained the seeds from a Purple Skunk x Haze #1 cross from his Mexican step cousin, and had been growing it for the last 4 months.

We soon departed and drove around while rolling two fat blunts. The odor was so strong in the car from the Haze just being there, that we might've gotten high on the fumes alone. After the blunts had been rolled, we stopped off at another friend of ours' apartment not too far from school. He was home from class, and invited us in as soon as he saw the 2 blunts we had. We soon blazed up and had the entire apartment so full of smoke, that the detector went off, and was soon ripped out of the wall.

Those two blunts knocked all four of us on our asses. The lights were on, but nobody was home. We watched TV for a little bit, ate Fruit Roll-Ups and Cheetos, and attempted to play ping pong, before I fell asleep. The next thing I knew, Joseph was shaking me and told me to get up. All of us had passed out for 3+ hours, and had missed our afternoon classes. By that time, we honestly did not give a fuck, and just started eating and playing ping pong again. Eventually we gathered ourselves together, and headed back to school to get our books and head for home. It has been about 4 hours since I passed out, and I can still feel a little bit of the fog in my system.

In all of my years of smoking, I have encountered a strain like that. Not only was it extrememly potent, probably about 20% THC, but it gave us all cottonmoutth and the muchies like a motherfucker, something I thought I had outgrown since high school.

This strain is kind of rare nowadays, and is extremely hard to get a hold of. But, if anybody has the chance to get a hold of any of the crossbreeds, do so by all means, no matter what it costs.

Cannabis : Laugh 4Food

Funny story. I had just got a G from my friend who said she had some sweet stuff. now im still a light weight but i smoked about half of it any way just for kicks. All i remember is time took FOREVER! like listening to DMB a 4 min. song was like ages. and of course the Beatles became gods of my mind. the funny part was i wanted to smoke more but i could only do it in the woods away from my house and by the time i went through all that in my mind i was laying in the middle of the yard. Then looking at the clouds turn into dinosaurs and such was hilarious.

 

 

Cannabis : Zzanitari

I just started smoking weed this year and i'm actually stopping now though cause I regret doing it(so does my friend Bryce). But here is the story of the time I was the most high( cause of my very low tolerance)

My best friend Bryce and I are at a friend's place having a boxing get together. After we were done boxing Bryce decided to go smoke a bowl of chronic or two in my friend's back porch(it was in some apartments and his mom was not home) and asked me if I wanted to do it and I said "No, not yet. Maybe later tonight!". So Bryce and I get picked up and we go to get pizza and my Mom was like "What is that smell? I smell a sweet smoke smell...Like Marijuana!!!" and I said to her "it must be somebody smoking a cigarette outside and the car sucked it in." and she just kept going "No I smell smoke! Have you guys been smoking?" and Bryce finally tells her he smoked a cigarette and has had a problem for a while. My mom bought it and felt sorry and blah blah blah and we just continued going to get the pizza. We went home and Bryce made a bong out of a plastic bottle and we smoked a dub out of it. I had such low tolerance at the time and I became so stoned that I couldn't remember where I was and I kept asking Bryce "Dude, Where am I? Hahaha!". After we were done we went inside sprayed ourselves with axe and put gum in our mouths and ate a bunch of food. My eyes were moving in different and opposite directions and I couldn't stop laughing so hard that my facial expressions changed the way I looked. Bryce told me I almost looked like somebody else. I haven't been that stoned since. But I have planned to smoke a 100$ worth with him soon. But I don't know. I'm stopping for a while because I am about to get into boxing and shit. But i'm glad I don't smoke cigarettes.

I do have pictures of me extremely stoned at McDonalds and maybe a few videos but I don't wanna put them up for everybody to see on youtube or our website....

Anyway the last 5 days I have not been able to stop smoking weed(until I ran out of it last night). This Tuesday (I think... haha I can't remember what day it was) I had the munchies so I went to my work place off duty, which is Taco Bell, and I bought a bunch of food there and ate it all. I saw this couple who were 18 years old (i'm 17 turning 18 in May) who have come in to order things a few times while I worked there. I asked the dude "Hey how old are you?" and he told me he was 18 so I ask him "Can you possibly go buy me a lighter if I give you money for it?" and he said he would. His girlfriend asked me after he left "You got the munchies? Hahaha!" and I was like "...yeeehhh hehehe.." in a crackhead sounding way. After he got back and gave me my lighter they opened up more and asked me if I had a piece and I told them I did but it is a ghetto one my friend gave me( yes...Bryce gave it to me). It's made out of metal piping and the smoke goes into your lungs much faster cause the hole you suck in is about the diameter size of a dime. So they asked me if I wanted to bring it with me with them to their car and smoke some of their weed out of it. So we smoked 2 bowls and a bowl of my weed and they dropped me off somewhere close to my house and I walked home. I just thought it was funny cause they were all asking me at my work.

I hate it when I don't have a lighter but I have a pipe and a bunch weed in front of me I CAN'T SMOKE(and you're not 18 so you can't buy one at the gas station). Don't you hate that????? That's exactly what happened that night and I had to use about 10 ghetto matches(about 3 of them went out)that came out of used packs from a smoke shop that I had found in my cupboard.

 

 

Cannabis : Simon

Possibly the most fun drug of them all, but everytime I smoke weed, I get tired for some reason. Well here's the story anyway, even though I smoke this shit every day I can get hold of it, I'll try and find the most interesting one.

So, we was all ready, a 40 bag of weed between 3 people, not bad. Me, Woody and Smiffy were ready to smoke this in joints and bongs, so we started off by toking on a few bongs at first, of course, after a while you get that "slow-mo" feel and you start to get cotton mouth. Well this happens very bad to me, I literally was jumping around looking for a drink and surprisingly no one had any, not one drop of any substance, so I took my leap for the lake (the closest thing that I could get to!), fell down a massive hill head first into the icy cold water. Obviously, by this time after having about a tenner's worth of the weed, I was quite stoned. This didn't matter to me. This was something fun! Well not later when it started to get cold anyway.

Well, weed in experience lasts roughly 4-5 hours on me, depending on the amount I smoke, from smoking weed for 3 years now, it's never changed really. It still affects me just as bad, even though it may not feel it, because I'm getting used to it, but just as fun! This is definitely my favourite drug.

Cocaine : 3three3
the first and only time i did coke was an interesting experience. i was hanging out with my friend jacob and sean. we went to this one girls house who is pretty cool. we are chilling in the garage talking it up. i know that sean has some weed so im kinda excited to get stoned. sean pulled out a little bag with some white powder in it. it catches my eye and im thinking what i think everytime i see coke. wow thats coke. crazy. he does a two small lines. jacob and his gf leave for a little bit and sean is like he you want some. i was like what the hell whens the next time i get offered coke. so im like sure. he gets 2 lines ready for me. i snort them up each nostril. it leaves a really nasty taste in the back of my throat and it makes it a bit numb. it was weird but interesting. i wait a lil bit but im not feeling anything. sean pulls out his pipe so im like awesome. packs a bowl or two and get stoned. a lil bit later im like ok this coke kinda sucks im not feeling anything. i say that but leave out the thsi coke sucks part. so he gets 2 more lines ready for me. do those. about five minutes later it kicks in. it was an interesting feeling. i felt good. the best way to describe my mental feeling was that i was ready. what was i ready for? i dunno but i was ready. we stayed a bit longer i had a beer or two. and someone said that there was a cop that drove infront of the house but didnt stop or anythihng. of course nothing happened but that sent me into paranoia. i kept thinking the cops were gonna come. we left about 20 minutes later and my mind was still thinking that way. i knew it was the coke that made me paranoid. i ended up going home and watched tv till 6am then passed out finally.
it wasnt anything speacial. i felt good but the whole paranoia thing killed it. i more then likely will not do it agian. one time was enough.

 

 

Cocaine : MEGMICK
Oh what can I say about cocaine? It's fucking beautiful and you shouldn't do it because I have never ever ever gotten addicted to anything despite all of my closest friends being addicts of all sorts. But I was very close with cocaine. If it was as easy and as cheap to get as weed I don't think I ever would've stopped. It just clears your mind and makes you so optimistic about everything and it makes you really honest and talkative. But it's so dirty at the same time.

The nasty coke-phlegm that dripped down to your throat is referred to as "drip".

Also, with cocaine, it's very easy to overdo it. You just keep wanting more and more. Me and my friend were doing it together for a few weeks and we'd be like "Let's save some for before school tomorrow". Nuh uh. Not gonna happen, the stash would get smaller and smaller until we were so desperate we would lick clean anything that had touched it.

It's pretty fucking gross.
And don't plan on sleeping for a bit.

 

 

Cocaine : Simon

The next drug that I take alongside Weed is Cocaine.

This is a drug I take alone, I cannot stand being around people when I'm taking coke, my story is subtile, yet lame. Because as it is, it's not fun being on your own, but it's a drug that I like taking.

So, it was a day in college, your average day, I come home, get off the bus and head to the nearest dealer. Now don't get me wrong, Cocaine is very expensive, about £30 a gram from my dealer. Now my choice of taking coke, is to snort it. So, I made one line ready for me waiting for my bus, not in the middle of the streets of course, that would be madness. And sniffed a line from my key, now don't get me wrong, the sensation is magnificent, but horrible. At first, you begin to feel a very high pulsation to your head, well actually, this is from my personal experience, you may feel very much the opposite, it then leads to my heart racing very fast and just feeling relaxed. So I catch my bus, the bus travel is only about 30-40 minutes to get home, but on the bus I start to feel some problems coming on, I have anxiety, this triggers normally in the later stages of taking coke for me, and I start to feel very nervous. This is easily noticable to people on the bus, but at this point, I don't really care.

NOW, cocaine is a very short term effect! The effect wears off for me after 25 minutes or something so when I get off the bus, I'm feeling something different, this is the bad part, I start to feel depression and it effects how I am with people once I get home, but normally, I can hide it but it overcomes me at times.

Would I say I'm addicted? Sadly, yes.
Would I say I need help? No, not at all.

 

 

 

Cocaine & Cannabis : Funkmasterfreshiec

One day a couple of week

s ago I got really bored, and I had some [prescribed] Tylenol

Codiene : OneWeak

One day a couple of weeks ago I got really bored, and I had some [prescribed] Tylenol-3 tablets laying around from the last time that I was sick. It contains codeine and acetaminophen, so I used the hot water extraction method to get rid of the acetaminophen. I crushed up 10 of the pills and dissolved them in hot water, waited for it to cool to room temperature, and put the solution in the freezer for like, a half hour to forty-five minutes. I used a coffee filter to hold the acetaminophen and threw it out, and then drank the codeine solution.

I read that it took about 15 minutes to kick in, so I layed down to watch TV, and after just about that much time I started to feel really light; floaty. I felt really mild rushes, but I can't really tell if it was from the medication or if it was just cold in the room. It didn't affect me at all socially, it just made me feel good, and dizzy when I walked. It lasted about an hour and fifteen.

I don't think it's worth the effort of extraction, at all. I would do it as a last resort, if you're really, really bored and have no access to anything else at the time.

D

Dimenhydrinate (Dramamine) : Frivolous248
I tripped on Dimenhydrinate yesterday.

Me and my friend got 2 bottles and took 12 pills (600mg) at like 11:50.

We came back and I think around 12:20-30 my friend said he was feeling it, like really hard. He said he was hallucinating. A minute or two later my arms got really cold and I could feel it a little too, but I wasn't trippin' hard yet. Then in about 10min we had to go to class. Math class was the longest ever. As we left the student union then I was coming up, I felt kinda heavy, almost a drunk-like feeling. When I got to math then I was startin' to trip. About halfway through I was having mild hallucinations. It was weird, I only saw certain things. Like if I looked at my bag, then the hole in it would turn into an eye and it would start to move. Then when I looked at the floor I saw like, flashes, like lights being turned on and the floor became brighter. At one point I saw a face in the floor. I didn't let myself hallucinate too much though, cause when I did then I would basically space out and stare at something until it changed, and I was in class so I didn't wanna drift too far off.

There was a few different things that if I looked at I would see shit, in addition to the floor and the hole in my bag then this one chair kept changing slightly. One time then one of the legs came off the ground, other than that the dimensions seem to move slightly at points. Finally math ended and I went to my next class. We've been working in the computer lab in my next class and so we were all waiting for my teacher to come back so she could take roll call or whatever then our class would go to the lab. So I was waitin' outside and then my friend who I dropped with was waitin' too. We didn't talk, I could tell we were both trippin'. I was using all my energy to try and act straight, the whole time I had to fight the trip so I wouldn't do something stupid and get caught.

So then our teacher gets there and we go to the lab. Theres 2 labs and about 5 or 6 people including me and my friend went to a different lab. We just wanted to chill and let the trip take us wherever. It sucked though cause usually we are real loud in that class and talk a lot, but we were way to focused on our trip to having any sort of communication. We talked a little, but neither of us could carry on a conversation. While I was in the lab I remember lookin' at the desktop and there was like, this semi-transparent strip, it looked like a hologram strip or something. I thought it was a reflection from one of the lights and I kept trying to find where it was coming from, then I realized it was a hallucination. It had to be, cause it was inside the desktop, not on the screen, but in the computer like an icon or something. When I moved my head around it followed, I told me friend I was hallucinating and he asked what, but we were whispering for some reason so I told him I'd tell him later. Our teacher noticed we were bein' quiet and she asked my friend what was wrong cause he looked sad, he just said "nothin', just thinkin' " which I thought might be a bit suspicious. We were both growing paranoid by now and so I tried to be a little more outgoing and stuff, but it didn't work. We kept talkin' quiet and stuff and pretending we were trying to get work done on our project. The teacher kept going back and forth to check on the other people in the other lab, and then she came back and said we would all have to go to the other lab and it wouldn't work with the class separated.

So me and my friend get up and my teacher is talkin' to us and shes like "are you guys okay today? are you with it or what?" or something along those lines. I forgot what I said, but I was tryin' to sound normal so I said something like "Yeah ....yeah ....yeah" I think thats what I said...Cause no one was carrying on the conversation so I felt compelled to keep it going. Then everyone was just standing still and she was kinda checkin' us out (if we were high) so I was like "Lets go..." and started walkin'. When she said "are you with it" then me and my friend both knew we were fucked. Those 2 words had foreshadowed our fate. As soon as me and my friend left the room he said something about what she had said, "with it" and I was like "yeah I know..."

So we got to the other lab with the rest of the class, but before hand I went to the bathroom so I came in after everyone and I was lookin' for a computer to work on, then my teacher was like "I don't think theres any more computers" so she kicked some kids off one of the union computers (the lab is inside the union) which were my friends, so they hung out a little and we talked but then my teacher made them go so I could focus on my work. So I was doin' a lil research, basically trying to look busy since I had planned to do the whole project at home anyway, and then I saw some lady walking with my friend and then she asks me my name so I tell her, then she has me come and asks if I know my friend and I'm like "Yeah...hes in my class" in a kind of mocking way like "Of course I know him" not trying to let on that were good friends.

Its obvious now that we got caught, she took us to an office and had us sit on the couch, she started talkin' to us. I forgot what she said at first, but she beat around the bush a little then came out and said she thought we were on drugs. By this point I'm just curious as hell how they know, yeah our teacher might have said we were acting funny, but really we didn't bring attention to ourselves...we just, well, we fucking worked for once! So then finally the lady said that we had major cotton mouth which confused the hell out of me cause I never knew you could tell someone had cotton mouth, I hadn't even noticed this lady today so I don't know why she knew that to begin with. I still don't know the full story of how we got caught, but I can almost guarantee our teacher just ratted us out. They never mentioned us having dilated pupils, red eyes, or any true indicator. Apparently we had really white chapped lips, which I never knew was a sign someone was on drugs. The lady thought we were stoned, and she said to my friend at one point "I need to know what your on, _____" and my friend said he has smoked 'marijuana' before, but we weren't on it, he just wanted to throw something out there. She said she thought we were stoned and she knew because shes no "dummy" so then they take my friend to another room to talk to him. She said it would be best for us to confess because if we didn't, they'd go ahead and search us and drug test us. Which really sucked cause 1. dramamine doesn't come up in drug test, so that wouldn't be a problem, 'cept I smoked friday night and had firecrackers saturday, so I don't think I'm clean for that. 2. I had two packages of dramamine in my car, and the number two makes it all to obvious because they knew we left campus for lunch (we're allowed to) and if theres 2 empty bottles of dramamine then it would be all too obvious what happened.

When my friend was going towards the other room the lady wasn't looking, she was talking to someone else and he made that *joint* sign where you put your fingers to your mouth, at the time I wasn't sure what he meant, but I figured he was asking if I had weed in my car or if someone we could get busted for weed, I nodded my head no to let him know I didn't have any so we wouldn't get caught with weed. The lady saw that and got PISSED. And was like "Hey, no, that communication, one more time and your in big trouble" so then my friend went to the room. I was a bit worried, cause I had no clue what he would say. And if it wasn't for me having the dramamine in my car and the drug test bit, I think we could have gotten away with it. If we don't admit it, they'd have no proof what we did. Potentially we could have taken drug tests, passed, and had nothing on our persons, which would be too much evidence we didn't do it. By the time that lady got me, I was no where near tripping. We didn't look messed up, I didn't think. I had a mild body buzz which felt like a light drunk, but I was dealing with it, I was more than ready to be prepared to drive home because I knew I wasn't very high anymore.

Unfortunately I somehow knew my friend would be telling them anyhow, somehow they knew too much and had too much potential to know for sure. When my friend was in the other room I went to some ladies room so she could keep an eye on me I guess. I remember hearing the original lady on the phone with a pharmacist (I later learned) and said something about a student or two having ingested something, I can't recall if she specifically said dramamine or 12 pills or how specific, but it was obvious she was referring to my friend. So I knew that I had to tell them what we did by now, otherwise I'd be in even deeper shit for lying and there was no way I was getting out of it at this point anyhow. So I went and talked to the principal, they called my mom and crap, it really sucked. My mom took me home, and the lady said that they called a pharmacist and said the 12 pills we took was an "overdose" and it would be best to get out stomach pumped. "Sweet Jesus!" I thought, no way in hell am I getting my stomach pumped, I didn't even feel sick! They obviously knew nothing about the drug and had no clue we really weren't in any real danger. I convinced my parents I didn't need my stomach pumped...they didn't think I looked that bad anyway, and kept asking how I felt and all I could say was "fine" cause I had been fine for awhile. When we left I wasn't high anymore, which sucked cause we had gotten through school fine so this was all trivial now, we weren't on "drugs" anymore really. Its like getting caught for being drunk a week ago, you got through it and now it bites you in the ass.

So I got suspended for 4 days...my Jesusmas break starts early, yay. Suck though, I don't think I'll ever see my friend again, he was going back to his home school in january (was planned to way before this incident) and I never got a chance to get his email or nothin'. Damn, this was the worst week to get suspended. My project is due tomorrow too, oh well I have almost a 100% in that class so at lowest I can get like a 70% and thats if I don't make it up.

Sorry if thats confusing or anything, I'm a bit high and I rambled on a bit more than needed.

Dimenhydrinate (Dramamine) : Jessifishcrakers

Diphenhydramine (Benadryl) : boxiom
wow last night sucked cock

so 6 pills tonight of that diphe..whatever shit

I had been doing a bunch of pills for the past few days, adderall, energy pills, sleeping pills.

I had tried some of these sleeping pills last night. I read the stories here and thought what the hell ill go for it. I took 3, and i just became tired then fell asleep.

Today I said fuck it, im not going to fall asleep.

I took 4 pills of some sleeping pill(that contains diphenhydramine HCL)

I was home alone and popped the 4 then went on my computer to talk to some people. I sat for about 2 hours and nothing happened. My sister came home about and hour after i took the pills. I said fuck it they didnt work and stood up.

I almost fell over. The instant I stood up my legs became heavy and my thighs felt like huge weights holding me down. But my head tried to fly away. I stood there for a few seconds, and thought in my head, "Oh fuck."

I could feel my head jerking around involuntarily and my chest would jerk randomly, I could feel my heart beating rapidly. I walked into the hall, it felt like slow motion, but fast at the same time. I walked past my sisters room into my room, I closed my door.

I paced around in my room for a few minutes, my head was light and i felt like crap. I was shivering and shaking like crazy. I kept saying "fuck fuck oh fuck man" in my head and out loud. I sat on my bed and tried to lay down but I couldnt. I got back up and went to get a glass of water.

I came back upstairs and turned on my shower, got it nice and hot and tried to get this to go away.

Worst part of the trip.

I stepped into my shower and shut the sliding door closed. I stood under the faucet where the water came out and I started to spin, in circles , in place, right under it. I tried to stop, but I couldnt. It felt like there was a rope around my neck , and if I didnt stop spinning I would choke to death.

I eventually get myself to stop spinning. I feel a little better and try to talk to myself to make sure this is not a dream. I can barely hear myself, its like im talking underwater. All the sudden I notice though the steamed up glass door on my shower, there is somebody or something sitting on the counter next to the sink. I freak out, and slide the door open real fast to see nothing there.

I get out of the shower and go downstairs, slowly, to try to eat something. I try to eat one cheez-it but I cant swallow it for some reason. I keep trying and trying and eventually swallow one. I decided to make a pizza, so i turned on the oven and went upstairs. I could still feel my head and my legs STILL felt like huge ass weights. But I was no longer shivering or shaking.

I got back on the computer and waited for my pizza. I got up to go get it and the same thing happened again that happened the first time. This time on my left foot, in the middle I felt a sharp pain. I jumped cursed, I rubbed my hand across the bottom of my foot and when I got in the middle my foot felt like somebody stabbed a knife, from the bottom through. I immediately let go. I freaked out and made sure again, i went to grab my foot, the instant i grabbed it i felt the pain again. I managed it downstairs to get my pizza and back up.

Now im at the computer typing this. I can feel my hear beating fast again and my head feels light. I turned the light on because it made me felt safe.

dextromethorphan hydrobromide (DXM) : OneWeak

This was written to my friend about 10 minutes ago about last night:

So I took it around.. 11:20-25, and I chugged about 1/3 of a 4oz bottle. Good thing I didn't drink more. I waited until about midnight, and mind you, this shit burns inside your stomach, it's disgusting. I went to the bathroom to pee and afterwards decided to puke because I felt really sick, and so I did. Then I decided to try and get to sleep so I could let it subside. I was scared shitless.

I managed to get like a half hour of sleep in, and when I woke up - I don't know why - I jolted up and everything moved kinda slowly and my room seemed rubbery, like, stretchy. I layed back down and tried to sleep again which I again managed for about.. 5 minutes, and other weird occurrences happened. When I got up, though, it was like... waking up from a dream and everything seemed normal again besides the robo-walk and the semi-slowness. I decided to go online to find my drug friend Jason to talk to me, and I did and I talked to him on the phone for about 40 minutes until I decided to try and sleep again. This is at like, 1:25 and from then into the rest of the night things only got weirder and weirder. I'd wake up in certain intervals of time and my body was really heavy. Certain strange positions were confortable, as I've read they were.

At one point my mom walked into the room because I must've been coughing a lot and I got really tense because it seemed like she was looking for something(which was only the Vapo-rub), and her body seemed really cartoony, especially in the dark. I tried to hide my eyes because I knew they were really dilated and I got off okay, though I'm sure she noticed a few weird things.

I can't really tell if some of the things were dreamt or not. It's hard to remember, and though I'm sure some of the trippy shit happened when I was awake, I can't tell for others because I can only remember getting real sleep after I woke up at 6:45(at that point I was socially normal but I still felt a big buzz)this morning, which was only a little over two hours, and I feel rested. I must've gotten more sleep overnight, but I actually remember feeling like I was only awake all night. At one point I felt my stomach grumbling and the gas going through my intestines and that's all I acknowledged for a while. I really did feel my body working, though, which was a cool aspect of the trip(there were others, but the experience was generally frightening).

I still feel little trickles of it, but I'm sober enough to say I'm glad it's over. Ugh.

Edit: One thing I do remember now is long "roses" growing like vines up my wall and onto my ceiling. The trip depends heavily on what you've seen that day, because that's all that was incorporated and certain songs that were significant to the day were stuck in my head all night.

 

 

dextromethorphan hydrobromide (DXM) : Emiley

Hi.

Skittles:

Umm. . .

I weigh 103 pounds, which is just to say I'm skinny so it doesn't take much to get me messed up, and I was out with some friends and they had like a ton of pills, we couldn't get pot or vodka because it was a Monday night, so we figured atleast it was something to do. I took 12 skittles, you know those little red pills, and within like 45 minutes I was seeing stuff, deer and Jack from Nightmare Before Christmas. Like worst trip I've ever had, because like I've been high before, from different Rx's, pot, and random stuff I don't remember when I didn't know what was going on so it didn't matter, but this time I knew like what I was seeing was wrong, but I couldn't do anything about it, so I laughed, but it was really creepy. It is seriously the cheapest, easiest way to get high, in the world.

 

E

Ecstasy (MDMA/3,4-Methylenedioxy Methamphetamine) : sexyTyme

 Heh. I got one for you guys.
This is my first time. I never thought I would do it, but I've done it twice now lol.

Ex

So I was at my friends house one night, his parents not home, and we were just chilling. Our other two friends came over for alittle bit and they offered us these pills called "Red X's", we bought them, took them, and they were fake. Haha, waste of 10 bucks.

But anyways, as we were sitting there we get a call from this friend of ours saying he's by the house aBnd he's got girls. So we walk and meet him and bring him and the three girls to the house. Then they pull out pills. Yellow Crowns. So, me and my friend buy some, and we take them. About an hour passes and it hits us, hard. One girl is dancing her ass off, i assume she was faking it. She leaves, thank god, she was annoying as hell lol. Then theres just me, me two guys friends, and these two girls, and were sitting in the living room, lights off, tv off, just sitting there. We did this for about 5 more hours, with no lights, no tv, just techno on.

At first all were doing is talking. And on ex, you talk it up. We talked and talked and talked. All touching everything we can, all over each other, just rubbing anything and everything. We're all breathing really hard, drinking a shit load of water. We talk for what seems like an hour, i look at the clock, its been 5 minutes. We keep talking for about 4 hours, just all talking together, sitting on a coach, listening to techo in the dark. Then it begins to fall, but as it falls.

We start tripping hard. Me and my friend both look at a flower vase, but we see the jeepers creepers guy. it scared the shit out of us! we both scream, and just look at him for ever. The girls weren't tripping really, but the three guys are all scared shitless. Pacman was attacking the wall, I was talking to a tree that was a dragon, and then i fell off of the couch and begin talking to these little people i saw, all over his house. blue little people. everyone was laughing there asses off at me, but i was just having a good converstaiont o these people all over his house. so it was fun, untill my friend sees this dog, and we all see it after he does. big black dog rabid looking, glowing eyse. we thought it was real. we were so scared. we got it away though ahaha. then i went to the bathroom, and when i looked into the mirror, i saw the ring girl there.

ive never been so scared in my life. Were all scared, bad. I remember i looke dat my friends face, and it just melted. everytime i looked at it, it was something new. a skull, nothing, the devil, it was messed.

even though it was scary, it was funny and fun at the same time. we were all laughing and scared too.

the next day i walked home, still tripping, and scared that my mom was going to come home cause i kept freaking otu at stuff i saw, and my eyes looked huge.

but i remember i looked at life and everything so differently.
changed my life, in a good way, surprisingly.


the next time i did it, i was with ym three friends and we just talked alot, and then god started giving us messeges through the radio, and the devilw as trying to get to us, but god was protecting us, and we saw spirits everywhere.

i never really was that faithful
im pretty damn faithful now lol.

i dont regret it, only cause i was a new kid that just moved into that town, and it changed me in a good way. i talked so much more after that, and fixed alot of my faults.

i think im done awhile though.
maybe one more time, acid maybe, but then im done.

 

 

Ecstasy (MDMA/3,4-Methylenedioxy Methamphetamine) : 3three3
E is for ecstasy

the first time i took e was an amazing night. i lived with my friend andrew so me and him were really close. he and his gf were able to get us some. his parents were out of town for the week so we decided we would do some e. i was a bit nervous but excited. ya know before you try a new drug type feeling. its around 10pm or so when they get back with the pills. its andrew, his girlfriend at the time dani, brandon, me of course, and christina. we pop our pills with orange juice. and im giddy and get a bit of a placebo effect cuz i have no idea how this is going to hit my so i feel kinda funny. i play a bit of pool with brandon and we are just talkin for a bit. i decide to go on the computer for a little bit. i start talking to my friend jessica on aim. then suddenly,

I get this warm extremely comfortable feeling inside my stomach and its growing. i get off the computer and go over to brandon and im like "dude. im starting to feel it." he is to so we go talk to andrew. hes like ya you guys are starting to thizz. i made out with christina and talked my ass off to everyone. i also found out that i like to be in my boxers. its very comfortable and free feeling. im wrapped in a blanket tho so they arent to uncomfartable to be around me. i smoke like a billion cigarettes. and before i knew it it was

6am and i was not tired in the least bit. the mdma lost its effect but the meth didnt. i was hyper. way hyper. so im like alright im going to try and sleep. about an hour later i fell asleep.

Ecstasy (MDMA/3,4-Methylenedioxy Methamphetamine) : MEGMICK
I had done a 3rd of a pill before which is jack shit, but it hit for about an hour which was cool because we slid down half a steep ass hill on our asses at the beach.

Another time I took a whole pill and a shitload of vitamin c suppements. It didn't make me feel that great, I forgot what pill it was but it wasn't very good. Later it felt a little like cocaine, so that was cool. You have to keep doing something with your mouth. We kept having jolly ranchers, so my cheek was torn to shit for like a week from sucking them.

jolly ranch ers, so my cheek

 was torn to shit for like a week from

Ecstasy (MDMA/3,4-Methylenedioxy Methamphetamine) : boxiom

Drug Took: 1 Triple Stack, Blue BMW (ex)

This was a while ago, my first time taking ecstasy. I got a hold of a triple stack, which is 3 times as strong as a normal ecstasy pill. I held on to it until later that night when I went to a hookah bar with my sister, good friend, and met some people there.

My friend was already tripping red dawn, I was originally planning on splitting it with him, but he was already trippin'.

I went in the bathroom and looked in the mirror, I took out the pill and thought about it, then took it with some water.

I went back out into the hookah bar and sat with my trippin' friend and we started to smoke a hookah (some fruity tuity type of flavor). Nothing was happening by the time we finished the first hookah. I went outside to have a ciggie and I started to get scared. I thought what if I have a bad trip. I thought my heart was beating fast, too fast.

I went back inside and sat down, we got another round of hookah and some cokes. We chatted and were joined by a few other people. The drug started to kick in a little, it was just a high type of feeling, very euphoric. I was sitting down and just remember feeling good, light, and comfortable. The smoke from the hookah as memorizing, it felt so good in my mouth.

After an hour or two we left with my sister and friend. In the car I was feeling very happy and once again comfortable. I remember it felt like we were gliding across the street in the car, smoothly and fast. It was great. I thought the roof of my sisters car felt so good, it was a silky like material, I remember rubbing it for a bit.

We dropped my friend off and went home. Thats about all that happened. My sense of touched was increased, I remember feeling my hair and face and shit.

At the end of this experience I was really pissed. It wasn't really all that great, I expected way more. I will think about trying it again though in the future, hopefully it can give me a better effect

 

 

Ecstasy (MDMA/3,4-Methylenedioxy Methamphetamine) : Filbs

Ecstasy is my drug of choice, hands down.

The one time that sticks out in my head though was rolling at an After-prom party. Remember: Drug usage inside a school isn't smart. Since i had popped 2 pills i'm really suprised that i wasn't caught, especially since my friends said i was being obvious, despite my best efforts to remain normal. I did win orange crush tickets that night though so that was cool. And i'm pretty sure a blackjack dealer knew i was messed up. But i digriss.

Ecstasy (MDMA/3,4-Methylenedioxy Methamphetamine) : angie pie

wtf? what is up with every one only doin pot? i mean, sure there's nothing wrong with it, but there's so much more out there. i do ecstasy, coke and lsd, and i want to try ice.

the funniest thing that ever happened to me was at school actually. my friend and i did X at our school swimming carnival this year. i was so out of it, and then cops showed up.

we suspected some one had dobbed us in. i was like SHIT SHIT SHIT. but it turned out there had been a man taking pics of girls in bikinis [girl's school] and they were investigating.

me and my friend even went and hid in the bushes and stuffed pills down our bikini tops. =D

what a fun day. now i hate her.

 

 

Ecstasy (MDMA/3,4-Methylenedioxy Methamphetamine) & Lysergic Acid Diethylamide (LSD/Acid): kelsey_rae

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Hashish : PinkPirate
ok so 2 years ago my friend got us a hash joint, he bought it in the coffeeshop and it was err...'ready for use' (that means that all you have to do i light it up). We've heard stories about people having bad trips because they bought ready for use ones that were mixed up with fucked up shit. But we thought, nah that wont happen to us.

Yet it did. At first i thought: whoa this is good shit but the trip kept lasting and lasting and it got worse. After a while i just went home and tried to sleep it out but i couldnt sleep. I had this, how to explain, uhm really strange feeling like what was happening was a dream and was constantly fighting to wake up. I was fucking scared the whole time and time seemed to be going extremely slow.
srsly i cannot put in words what i felt but it was like the akward feeling you have when you just wake up from a nightmare and you're still confused and all.

It lasted for two days, no sleep, and then i couldnt take it anymore and went to my parents. They took me to a hospital and the doctor was really nice, he took my blood and told me about bad trips and promised not to tell my parents they found drugs in my blood. He also found that i had low iron in my blood so he gave me perscriptions for iron pills.

I went home, slept for 30 hours and when i woke up i felt better. It wasnt till then when i talked to my friend again and he told me he hasnt left the house in 3 days aswell, feeling shit. Didnt smoke for a while after that and now i never ever smoke anything i havent rolled myself.

my friend again and he told me he hasnt left the house in 3 days aswell, feeling shit. Didnt

Hashish : alimac

The only drug I ever experienced was hash. Some of my closest friends smoke it daily and I’ve always liked the smell of it. For many years I never thought of trying but in this particular dinner in this particular place in this particular day, it made total sense to try it.
It was 2 years ago we were all going to different universities and of course I was drunk. We ended up at the parking lot trying to decide were to go next and a friend passed me the joint. I grabbed it and just coughed my lungs out… Ahah oh yeah I’m not a smoker, never even tried to smoke tobacco. So he tried to teach me to smoke and my throat was getting really dry and the taste was awful like I was inhaling fireplace smoke or something. There was no water around so I made everyone leave to get water. We went to this bar where we used to hang, I got water and felt better. I was already dizzy before smoking and I didn’t notice anything much different from being drunk besides the need to drink water every 5 min and the fact that I couldn’t stop moving. I drank at the bar too so I don’t remember much from the time there. Next thing I remember, we were outside and everyone was half dead so we went home. I was feeling like I was hit by a truck and just wanted to sleep but guess what, I couldn’t. I tried my best to clean my mind of the billion thoughts I was having and it seemed like an eternity but I fell asleep.
Next morning, Hello feeling like shit! I’ve never drunken so much water in my life like that morning and I couldn’t even think about eating without feeling sick.
Anyway, it was an interesting experience but I don’t think I'll do it again.

 

 

Hashish : BananaFace.

I'm not even sure that I posted this story before, but if I did, it was probably embellished... and here it is again as accurately as I can remember.

I had a few ounces of hash oil, which reeked of the most god damn amazing smell I've ever smelt in my life. It was about 3 weeks old and I figured out later that it should have been used in one week... its age resulted in a higher level of cannabinol (the cannabinoid that is predominant for having sedative qualities). A couple friends and I decided to make brownies replacing the vegetable oil with the weed oil. I don't quite remember the entire events of the day or that night that followed, but I'll do my best.

We made the brownies at about 9:00 AM and they were done (eaten) by around 10:00. We ate them, all of them, with Cherry Garcia icecream (delicious as hell with any brownies by the way). A full pan of marijuana brownies between three people... we did NOT foresee the consequences.

The effects took hold around maybe 11:00-11:30, and they came out of nowhere. We were watching a Mars Volta concert on the TV and after about 30 minutes of staring at the television, I turn to my left and both of my friends are passed the fuck out. By 1:00 PM I could not stay conscious any longer, it was like a painkiller without the actual killing of pain. I ended up waking up around 3:00 PM, remembering that my friend's dad was going to show up soon. We left and went to my other friend's house and as soon as we arrived we passed out again. Two of us were sleeping on a tile floor without anything, and strangely enough it was the most comfortable sleep I've ever had. I was woken up by my friend's brother around 9:30 PM. I got up, and tried to pretend I was sober, while my two buddies weren't waking up for anyone. I abruptly stood up in the middle of his sentence and walked home, I went to sleep and woke up around 1:00 PM the next day. Over 24 hours shot to hell from my special oil. We all came to the consensus the next day, that the feeling we had was that of wanting to die, it was just way, way too much of a good thing.

I learned a lesson and that is too never eat a shit ton of pot brownies and expect to have a good time. Seriously though, limit yourself to maybe a brownie and don't eat a shit ton of any baked marijuana goods under any circumstances or you'll end up having a bad trip or a bad time in general.

 

 

Hydrocodone (Vicodin) : 3three3

i dont take vicodan much. but one day...

i went over to my friend my friends house. it was a cool place to go to. we would hang out smoke pot in the garage and play smash bros. almost every night till 6am. we would sometims drink or take vicodan. my friend had some so i baught 3 off him. took two. started the night as usual some pot and a good dose of healthy amounts of smash and cigarettes. i was feeling pretty good. i decided to take the other vicodan. things still continue with smash and pot and cigarettes. we are chilling in the garage and i start getting really hot and my mind is getting really fuzzy sometimes. i decided to go to the bathroom to splash some water in my face. i walk into the kitchen close the garage door. and almost make it out when my vision goes dark and i slowly fall to the ground. im sitting on the ground and i begin to take deep breaths and try to clear my head. i get some what control of myself and go to the bathroom. where i drank some water and did abunch of deep breaths. i felt better went back into the garage.

it was pretty crazy. i calmed down on those. people are gonna think im a freaking druggy. im not. im just a stoner. i dont do anything else besides shrooms.

 

 

Hydrocodone (Vicodin) : deademery

Okay, so the most i took of vicodin was 4x 5mg pills. (my last four, i wish i had another).

Okay, so i was like. I want to relax and watch tv. so i took 2 pills and 5 minutes later took 2 more. I then put in old school and it took a while to kick in but it made my whole body feel warm and fuzzy/tingly. i felt really comfortable and didn't move at all and just lied there watching old school. haha. then my dad yelled at me to get up because we had to go a christmas party at my grandma's assisted living facility. it was really boring and i was really irritable. i kept bitching at my parents for making me come. my hearing was off, everything sounded muffled a bit, unless it was right next to me. i mainly just had this spaced out feeling the entire time i was there so i went to the bathroom and i looked in the mirror and my eyes were really red and beedy, i was like, shit that's not good. so i just told my mom it was the contacts. then i went home and it was about 4 hours since i took the vicodin.

it was really nice to relax with, i wish i had more though, 20mg didn't seem to do much except make me feel comfortable.


i'm buying 4 pills of adderall off of my friend so i'll have a story of that. later on. hopefully it will be more exciting than my vicodin story. hah.

 

 

Hydrocodone (Vicodin) & Promethazine : <insertnamehere>
hydrocodone is like heroin but with not as much morphine. promethazine is a drug that stops you from throwing up the hydrocodone pill, also it makes it stronger.

Have taken it a few times, only taken too much once. I took it at school twice in the same day, thats the only fun that ive ever had in school,not counting gym. On me it made me overly nice and happy, kind of like a hippy. I was flirting with people i didnt know and didnt like. It makes you feel like you are in a huge glass jar full of cotton. and it tickles your stomach. then it spreads to other places. When your on it sex seems gross. If your on enough of it as i was at school, You have to think to breath. Also you talk a mile a minute, after a while you dont even realize your talking. Except it doesnt make you hyper. you feel extremely tired but not in a bad way, youd have to feel it to understand. Then you drift off into a different world while your other half stays concious. While on it you can sleep for days. but you can just as easily stay awake.

This is what happened the day at school, i was too brain dead that day too even function, so i took a pill...

1st period:study hall.
At school when i arrived kept saying what a wonderful day it is everyone! Everyone looks at me and looks confused. This one kid said "what have you been smoking". nothing of interest for teh rest of the hour.

2nd period:health
We were talking about retarded nutrition. nothing of interest.

3rd period; gym
Swimming, kept choking on the water, not fun. The most fun ive had playing water polo.

4th period: science
kept randomly acting up. According to other people i asked "how do snakes have sex?" LUNCH: didnt eat. slept through it.

5th period:math
stared blankly and visited another world of thoughts of peace and happiness.

6th period: started wearing off a little bit. craziest class of the day. when i bent over to get my pencil a kid jumped on me, blacked out for a few secs. got back up without much pain. Apparently my head smashed into the wall so hard that the people in the other room heard it really loud and started giggling. the teacher from that room came in to make sure everything was okay. (after the high ended that hurt really bad for several days. it gave me whiplash.)

7th hour: language arts
sub:"My name is mr. Weathers, i can be sunny or rainy!"
I organized everyone to drop our books down at exactly 2:10. hilarious results started giggling and coudnt stop eventually sent out into hall. Kept making noises through the door.BACK IN CLASS:we kept flicking paper hornets at him.
went home and immeddiatly crashed.
note: got the pills from friend who at the time was big on drugs. havent used it since, neither has he. he was 14 and i was 13, i still am.

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Lysergic Acid Amide (LSA/Morning Glory Seeds) & Cannabis : dusty
Lysergic Acid Amide (LSA/Morning Glory Seeds)
Dose - 500 Seeds, Ground into Powder
Consumption - Oral
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Cannabis (Shake and Keif)
Dose - 1 bowl
Consumption - Smoked
 

"Don't underestimate"

I had heard about morning glory seeds a long time ago, but had been informed they

were weak and not worth the effort. But last month I decided I would give them a

go, to try something new. I went to a local grocery store one night after work

and picked up some seed packets - I knew there were certain ones to grab, but I

didn't quite remember which ones, so I took a wide variety - mostly pearly gates

and heavenly blue. I took them home, emptied them out and counted 500 seeds

total, which is what I was aiming for. I didn't think these things were very

powerful, so I decided I better eat all 500 at once to make sure I get a good

trip, as psychedelics don't hit me as hard as they do others. However, it turned

out that 500 seeds were about the equivalent of 2 strong hits of LSD. If I didn't

have any experience with LSD before this trip, it would have been too much,

because I was certainly not expecting it. Don't take 500 seeds if you're

inexperienced. 

 

::Eating/Smoking::

 

The best way to get the full effects of the seeds is to grind them up into a

powder and consume orally. I bought a $1 salt grinder at a store, and used it to

grind the seeds.

 

-12:00 PM - 1:00 PM-

I baked a frozen pizza. After it was done baking I poured the powdered seeds over

the pizza, and loaded it up with red pepper seeds and hot sauce to mask the

taste, as I wasn't sure what to expect. It actually wasn't bad. Not necessarily

tasty, but not unbearable. After eating the pizza, I felt slightly nausious,

which is a common side-effect of eating morning glory seeds. I packed a bowl of

some shake and some keif which I had scraped off of my herb grinder (not the one

I used to grind the seeds) to overcome the nausea (if I hadn't smoked, I most

likely would have thrown up. So I suggest if you try LSA, you have a nice fat

bowl packed and ready to go). I've ground up a wide variety of bud in there, so

the keif was like superweed; at least 10 different strains packed into little

buds. This made for an enjoyable waiting period (time it takes until the LSA

kicks in - which was slightly less than an hour).
 

::And So It Begins::

-1:00 PM - 2:00 PM-

I was chilling on my couch on my laptop talking to a friend, still in doubt that

the seeds would even do anything. Just as I said to her "I don't think these are

going to do anything", I felt it. It was like everything in my field of vision

started to sink diagonally to the bottom left. I was already in a really good

mood from the cannabis, so I told my friend I was going to take my dog for a

walk, because I feel nature is the best environment for psychedelics. So I walked

outside with my dog and we went out to the woods behind my house. There was about

6 inches of snow on the ground. Walking through it was quite amusing.
About the time I came to the woods I started to get this kaleidoscope effect.

There was a semi-transparent multi-colored kaleidoscope overlaying everything

that I saw, sort of giving everything a rainbow tint. I walked through the woods

and came to a tree which looked very odd; about 6 feet from the ground, it was

broken and fallen over, but had been caught by another tree, making it lay

straight horizontally in the air. The wood was dry rotted, so I knew if I pulled

down on it, it would easily fall or break. And that's just what I did. I kind of

hung on it, and it supported my weight at first, but then I kind of pulled down

so it fell down with me still holding onto it. That felt amazing. Then a fear

struck me: if this one tree had so easily fallen, it could be possible that

another tree would fall, but on its own, and land on me. There were some big

trees out there, and many layers of branches were above me. Then I got this

feeling like the trees were mad at me, for destroying that tree like that. But

then I remembered that the tree was already dead, so I had really done no harm.

Regardless of this fact, I left the more wooded area of the forest and ventured

into a large field, bordering a pond. Unfortunately the ice was not frozen to the

point where it would have been safe to go out on the pond, so I didn't do that.

But as for the field, much of it during the spring is covered in water, because

the land is low and the pond marsh kind of drains into it. So now, it was iced

over.
I had some fun sliding around on the ice, which was just thick enough to stand

on, but weak enough to put cracks in. It made this weird crunching noise. I'm not

sure how long I messed around on the ice for. But when I got tired of doing it, I

made the trip back to my house, only about a half-mile away from this point. I

returned to the couch and went back on my laptop to talk to the friend I had left

an hour earlier. I told her I was having a pretty good time but wasn't seriously

tripping. Once again, I spoke too soon.
 

::Peak::

-2:00 PM - 5:00 PM-

As I was typing I looked at my fingers on the keyboard, then took them off the

keyboard and "zoomed in" to the spaces between the keys, and was reminded of this

old playstation game called Ace Combat where you fly jets through valleys, the

spaces between the keys being like the valleys. I kind of stared for a minute

picturing it in my mind but then thought, whatever, this is stupid. I tried to

continue the conversation with my friend, but this was not possible. I couldn't

make out a sentence, or type correctly, or make any sense to her whatsoever. I

couldn't even put up an away message or minimize the window or anything. I was

tripping too hard to even use the computer. It had hit me that fast. Luckily she

understood what was going on and said "have fun :)". I shut the screen down

because it was beginning to hurt my eyes, but didn't take the computer off my

lap. I reclined back on the couch and squirmed around, rubbing my hands through

my hair. It was like a body orgasm, that didn't end.
I laid there doing this for about an hour and a half, closing my eyes and seeing

all sorts of colors, patterns, and images which I don't quite remember now. I had

no effort to get up. I felt like I was on a higher "level" of reality - a typical

trait of an LSD trip. At this point I refer to it as an LSD trip because that's

exactly what it was like. I started to imagine a way in which existence "worked",

and how psychedelic drugs worked in it. Go ahead and skip this paragraph if

you're not interested in hearing my crazy theory. Anyway, existence is what we

know as numbers. Not necessarily our concept of math, though. Think of how a

computer works - how everything on it starts with 0s and 1s. Could this not be

true for everything in the universe that exists? It would be based on something

similar to numbers, but I'm not sure exactly what. Anyway, I imagined that these

"numbers" create everything and anything everywhere. But for humans, we are only

capable of seeing some things, in certain places, at certain times. But when

under the influence of a psychedelic drug, we see more. We see the things that

are really there, but are not usually seen by us. I found it interesting the

"numbers" created a substance capable of advancing a person's perception of the

"numbers" itself (I say itself because really, the numbers are all one thing).

Although it is interesting, it is also logical in the sense that, if these

numbers are truly capable of being anything, of course they would be capable of

doing anything as well. So "existence" is one thing, composed of "numbers" which

define what is or is not. And psychedelic drugs can be used to see things

(variations of these "numbers") which our brain does not normally comprehend.

When you see all those patterns and colors, you're simply seeing something that

exists, but is not typically recognized by humans.
Around 3:30 my dad came home from work. I heard him pulling into the driveway. I

temporarily came out of my psychedelic trance and jumped from the couch and ran

to my room, in less than a second I'm sure. There was no way he could see me in

that condition. I laid down in my bed and pretended to be asleep, which proved to

be difficult because I went back into that trip and felt like wiggling some more.

Luckily he left about 10 minutes later, so I continued to enjoy my trip in my

bed.
 

::Things Start To Go Bad::

-5:00 PM - 6:00 PM-

Once it was about five o'clock I finally came back to sanity, somewhat. I was

still tripping pretty hard, though. I wanted it to end at this point because my

mom was coming home in about 10 minutes, and she would know something is up. I

hadn't planned this trip so well, it seems. But remember, I had thought nothing

was even going to happen. I wanted to continue to lay in my bed but I was

suddenly somewhat uncomfortable. I was sweating heavily and really needed to

piss, which I knew wouldn't be very fun to do while tripping. I tried to hold it

for as long as I could, but after 5 minutes my stomach began to hurt so I got out

of bed and went to the bathroom. Once I was done I continued to sweat heavily. I

was extremely hot, and it was getting hard to breathe. I felt sick. I had to get

some fresh air. Standing up, indoors, was not pleasant. So I just raced out the

back door and sat down on the porch. My head hurt. My stomach hurt. Sitting down,

taking deep breaths of fresh air really helped. The most refreshing feeling in

the world. I guess I was out there for maybe 5 minutes or so, taking in the

beautiful outdoors, head spinning all the while.
Eventually it got pretty cold (this was winter, remember) and I was in a t-shirt.

I felt I would be sober enough to be around parents. So I went back inside, the

same time as my mom walked in the front door. When I'm high on cannabis, I can

act perfectly natural around them. I decided to treat this just the same, and

focus on acting normal. I don't think I pulled it off too well. I went in the

kitchen for no reason, as if looking for something to eat. She was talking to me

about some shit that I didn't really care about. I couldn't really carry on a

conversation. I said "uhhh.." a lot, completely forgetting what we were even

talking about. Folks, LSA is not a social drug. Remember that. I wanted to go

back to my room but figured that would look suspicious so I went into the living

room and went back to the tripping couch and got on my laptop to avoid more

conversation. I still couldn't type. I could if I really tried, but I didn't want

to. I just hit the keyboard, trying to talk to people. I was acting pretty stupid

- like how some people act when they try smoking or drinking for the first time.

But I really couldn't help it. I was so happy! I felt great. But then...
 

::Things Go Bad::

-6:00 PM - 8:00 PM-

I had completely forgotten that I was supposed to go shopping for a suit with my

mom that day. Yes, that's right, I went shopping with my mother, tripping on LSA.

I had to go, too, because I needed the suit for tomorrow. So we got into the car.

I wanted to avoid conversation, but that wasn't possible. I tried to talk as

little as I could, because I knew the more I talked the dumber I would sound.

Unfortunately we got onto the subject of morality and society and some other

bullshit. I gave her my philosophy on how no one in our shitty town is important,

and that I couldn't care less about what everyone thinks. I started talking

really liberal, to her, a straight sign that I was on drugs, I'm sure - although

this really was my view on things all the time. I just never told her about it.
After what seemed like the longest car ride ever, we arrived at the store, which

was a dump. It was going out of business, so everything was 60% off. And I'm sure

you know what kind of crowd that attracts. Especially in the downtown of a poor

city where there are shootings daily. Anyway, we went into the dirty store to the

suit section and I started to feel a little sick again. She was trying to get me

to help her pick out a suit but I found this a difficult task. I kept laughing,

wandering around and not really paying attention. Then my mom said something

along the lines of "I know you're high!". Now, I had sworn to her that I quit

smoking. So I said "I didn't smoke anything!". So she asked what I did. I was

still laughing as I told her "I ate seeds". She was really pissed and gave me the

"I'm disappointed in you" act. I let her know that eating them was perfectly

legal, but that wasn't what bothered her, apparently. Made me feel kinda

embarrassed. The guilt trip was working. But then I stopped caring about that

because I started to feel really dizzy. I wanted nothing more than to sit down,

but there was nowhere around to sit. My stomach felt funny, my head was spinning,

I was sweating again, and I felt on the verge of throwing up. So I lit up a

joint. Nah just kidding. I saw a wall in the distance with a shelf that looked

sitable (not a word? fuck off), so I kind of rushed over there to sit down. I was

so out of it. The floor was swirling. I looked at the wall behind me; it was one

of those walls with linear grooves in it made for holding metal clothes racks. It

was melting. I couldn't believe I was still getting visuals this far into the

trip. I had totally underestimated this shit. Some black gangster-type guys

walked past and looked over at me. I just started laughing like a dumbass and

waved. They laughed too. I knew they were laughing at me but it didn't really

matter. I had an excuse, right?
So I sat there, head pounding, sweating, and feeling very unpleasant. Mom came

over and told me to try a suit on. I went to the dressing rooms and they were

locked up. I had to find a worker to get the keys. This dumb bitch took forever

finding the right key to unlock the door. I was standing there, no where to sit,

feeling like shit, wanting nothing more than to sit down, waiting for her to get

the lock. I swear I was this close to collapsing. Finally she got it open and I

raced inside and sat down on the little bench. I just sat there. Trippin'. I

looked into the mirror. I looked like shit. Unshaven, pale in the face (I looked,

and felt, quite sick), looking worn out, tired, and my eyes - what should have

been white, was solid red. I never thought morning glory seeds would make my eyes

bloodshot, but oh, they did. Luckily I had eye drops on me, which got rid of that

nasty red-eye. But my pupils. They were the largest I had ever seen pupils

become. It was almost scary. My eyes were two huge black circles, with a little

redness around them. I thought of the moon, for some reason. No wonder my mom

figured it out. The eyes were a dead giveaway. Anyway, I took this opportunity to

sit down and try to sober up a little. I was in there for like 15 minutes when my

mom yelled at me to come out. I used all of my strength to change into the suit.

Then I had to sit down for another minute or two before leaving the dressing

room.
I guess after that I went back to that shelf and sat down while she picked out a

tie. For some stupid reason, I mentioned to her I needed new shoes. So she took

me to another area of the store to look at some. That was a painful journey. Once

again, I looked for the nearest place to sit. I sat there another 5 minutes

feeling very sick. Mom got pissed again, bitching about how eating those seeds

was unsafe and now I was paying for it. I guess she was right. We walked through

the shoe aisles and I kept trying to sit down. She started to just pick shoes up

and show them to me. I said no to all of them. Then there was one pair that I

liked, but they didn't have a pair in my size. We left with no shoes, and walked

to the other end of the store to check out. I was starting to clear up a little.
It was snowing. Not just any snow, though. Beautiful snow. Large flakes, just

drifting down from the sky. I opened my mouth and a flake landed right on my

tongue. This was an incredible feeling. The snow was great. Being outside made

me feel so much better. I was so glad to be out of that place. The atmosphere of

the store was terrible. Bright artificial lights, run down products, dirty

floors, and people straight from the slums of the ghetto. So strange, they were.

I wanted to continue standing outside in the snow, telling my mom about how

wonderful the world is and all the little things we take for granted. She seemed

less mad at me at this point.
 

::Things Are Alright::

-8:00 PM - 10:00 PM-
The rest of the night went well. I wasn't really tripping anymore. I just felt

really happy, so I was joking around a lot. She bought me some new shoes from a

different store and looked at some furniture for my room. Then bought me dinner

at Burger King. I ordered the King size, but it turns out I could only eat half

of it. Then we went home, and I went back on the computer, and that's that.

::Final Thoughts::

Overall, I consider this a positive experience. It made for a fun shopping night,

despite the two hours of hell spent in VC (the store we bought the suit from,

abbreviated). Just like with cannabis, I promised my mom I would never eat seeds

like that again. And since then, I haven't. However, I did get some more about a

week later, 400 I believe. I won't be taking them any time soon, though. Save it

for a rainy day, I say.

 

 

Lysergic Acid Diethylamide (LSD/Acid): dusty

ahh.. so I went through an acid phase recently. It's some fun ass shit. I did it once before, a little over a year ago, but it was lame because I guess I didn't store the acid properly so it was weak. I posted the story here but it wasn't interesting enough so I took it down. But now I actually have a good story to tell.
K so me and some friends went bowling one night, all smoked a few bowls and were pretty baked. Me and three others each had two hits of acid. My one friend, lets call him Jazz, took his halfway through the bowling session. I and the others took ours about an hour later around midnight. Then I guess we drove.. somewhere. I think to get gas. And then we smoked a bowl in some parking lot. Then we all split up for some reason, and it was just me and Jazz. Jazz's cousin, let's call him Trice, gave Jazz his house key so we could go and chill there for a while. Well... I think we went to Trice's house and were tripping for a while staring at some trees in my car. And that's where the night went crazy. We decided to drive to my house, in the middle of the night, for no reason at all. And my house was like 15 minutes away or something. I think we thought we would go into my trailor, sneak into my house and grab my PS2 and Wii, and just chill out there. Well we got to the house and went inside and realized it was fucking cold in that trailor and there was no point in staying. So, at 2 in the morning, we got back in my car and I peeled out of the driveway really fast, kicking up stones and shit. I'm surprised my parents never woke up. Anyway we were laughing about it for a while, trying to figure out why the hell we went to my house in the first place, and headed back to Trice's. We finally got there and.. shit, Jazz lost the key. It was nowhere to be found! So we sat in the car and tripped out on the trees again. And then decided, fuck it, lets go for a drive. The next few events I am about to tell you about, I don't know what order they happened in. But it doesn't really matter. But between each of these events, we went back to Trice's house for no reason. I swear we ended up back there 7 times that night. Alright so one thing we did... we went out driving, running stop signs and red lights and laughing our asses off about it (mind you, it was like 4 in the morning, no one was around). We ended up on this little island place in the middle of a river. I remembered from a long time ago that someone told me there was a random group of houses at the far end of the island that no one knows about. So we said, lets go check it out. So we take this long drive down this twisty road, passed this giant landfill, and came across a secret society. It was so weird. There were a few houses and roads back there, completely cut off from the rest of the world. It was weird. Somehow we turned around, making one of the several illegal U-Turns I would make that night, and found ourselves on a dead end road. We drove to the end of it, into a giant pile of snow, and got out. It was so weird. We had found ourselves by this lake that we never knew existed. We walked across someone's property to go onto this dock. The snow drifts were like sand. Felt like I was on a beach. Went out onto the dock and felt so free. Then we stumbled back to my car and drove to the opposite end of the island.. to this playground. That was pointless but funny for some reason. Everything was.
What else. Oh we went to Taco Bell and got some food, even though we weren't all that hungry. I pulled into the parking space in the parking lot, wayy too fast, and was like an inch away from some car. And then one of the scariest things ever happened. This guy in the car, eating some tacos. He looked at us. It may have been the scariest face I have ever seen. It was like flat, oval shaped. And he just stared at us with utmost hatred. At first we were like.. LOL. Then... he kept staring, and we freaked out and just backed out at high speed and got away from there as fast as we could. I still have nightmares about that guy. So then we are looking for a place to eat our tacos, and we just pull into some random parking lot and park all the way in the back corner of it, looking highly suspicious. Turned out to be a parking lot we used to skate back in the day. Hm, what else. We randomly went through a McDonalds drive-thru a couple of times to get free water, which we never drank. Did several more illegal things with my car, including driving onto someone's lawn to make a U-turn. Ugh, I feel like I'm forgetting something. I must be. Anyway we ended up one final time in Trice's parking lot, tripping out on some music, and fell asleep. Then were woken up by Trice several hours later. He was pissed that Jazz had lost his key. Then, turns out that I had left my damn key in the car all night long, so my battery was dead. So we got into someone's car, let's call him Dre, and drove to my house. Sure enough, there was the key, sitting in my driveway. Ha. Well then I just got out and went inside, and everyone else went home, and then I had to go jump my car later that day.. blah. I guess the story doesn't sound as crazy now that I type it out... but let me tell ya.. it was. The next time I did acid I was the only one on it, and we went to play some pool somewhere, and then did some other shit.. I don't remember at all. Oh but I do know my boss called and wanted me to come in and work... and this was right when the acid was starting to kick in. Ha, so I was kinda... who knows what I said to her. Shouldn't have answered the phone... Oh yeah, and a third time, I was bored so I did it on a school night, haha I was up all night and I was coming off it during school, that was kind of fun.

I'm taking a break on the acid from now on, though. Maybe I'll do it again someday. But not anytime soon.

 

 

Lysergic Acid Diethylamide (LSD/Acid): number 12 looks like you

ACID.

arg.
i took it when i went camping with some friends back in august.

i took it about ten in the morning and it lasted all god damn day.
i had 2 sheets.

it made me feel all hot and i threw up every where.
after i went to lay down in the jeep, i was staring at the roof of the car and i saw a whole bunch of crazy patterns that looks like little pitchforks.

it was crazy.

i went down by the stream, all i wanted to do was trip out on nature.
all it made me do was hate it.
every where i looked, it just looked so damn trashy.
i hated it.

i got a lot of weird vibes from the kids i was with, like every one just realized something horrible all at once.
D:

the first time i took acid i had loads of fun.
but this time was just fucked up.
all i wanted to do was go home.

 

 

Lysergic Acid Diethylamide (LSD/Acid): Simon

I've only had one experience with Acid, and I can say it was a VERY FUN experience to be honest.

So, I was with my new friends from college, and one of them had some LSD, so obviously, I decided to try it. Took the LSD and chewed it up, then swallowed. It took a while to kick in, but eventually, I started to get the trips. So I decided to have a walk to the park, luckily I arrived there safe because at this moment in time, I was seeing all sorts of crazy things, hell the cars were doing some crazy things. Almost as if distorted if you get me? The other effect I felt is that it was much easier to move around, I could flick out my hand and run about so easily, I had spidey senses are some shit here.

From my experience with this drug, I don't actually know how much this is from a dealer, but I will most likely try this again.

 

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Mescaline (San Pedro Cactus) : Sick Boy

*note: I wrote this last night while still semi-under-the-effects and on a come-down, so some of it may not make sense. Even to me.

San Pedro Cactus. Widely grown as an ornamental plant for its decorative properties and various medicinal uses. But, I had no idea you could synthesize mescaline from it.

My friend has had this cactus around his house and in his parents' garden for years. We never knew that we had a psychedlic drug under our noses for so long. So, for the past week, we have been extracting mescaline from it. For those of you who aren't familiar with mescaline, it is most notably found in the peyote cactus. It is a highly potent psychedelic that makes mushrooms look like coffee.

Most of the time, mescaline is consumed and a "journey" is taken throughout various natural surroundings. Most of the time, in the desert. But, a mescaline journey throughout the swamps and woodlands and South Carolina is equally amazing.

I cleared my whole schedule today for the adventure. Me and a few friends went to our river house on the Edisto River. I researched and found that the effects of pure mescaline last about 12 hours. So, at 8 in the morning, we started. We mixed it with our morning coffees to try and avoid the bitter taste. It didn't work.

The effects kicked in after about an hour. The nausua was the worst part, but it passes. I really don't know how to explain the effects. As we wandered about the swamp and woodlands, the beauty and the danger of it all was very apparent. The various trees and wildlife all eclipsed into surreality until nothing was real. Everything was a hallucination, even what wasn't. Various plant life seem to take on "real" life. They had emotions and feelings and disapproved of what we were doing. Its a good thing that we had a sober sitter walking with us because, apparently, someone fell in the river. The mighty Edisto was trying to consume him. It needed its daily dose of death. But, he was saved by our valiant sitter.

After the incident, we decided it was best to return to the house. By then, it was about noon. The past 4 hours had been a total fog. At the house, a few of the group became scared and decided just to wait the high out and get it over with. Me, I wandered around the compound staring at various objects and trying to psychoanalyze them. They weren't responding. I really can't remember most of the effects for the last few hours. All in all, it lasted about 7 hours. Definitely a journey, but it might have been more significant if the rest of the group hadn't been such a buzzkill.

 

 

Methamphetamine : imupsidedownsometimes

Meth is the best high ever, but the most painful to come off of a couple days later. Really, it lasts DAYS. The first time I did I couldn't stop whispering and it was beautiful that everyone still listened enough to still hear me. I sat and I thought and every solution in the world was just barely there. I had little hallucinations that were pretty weird. Like I kept thinking my clothes smelled horrible so I'd hide somewhere in the house so I could take them off for a while.
Another time I smoked some and I was fairly sad going into it. The depression was still just an emotion, but after I was high it could be equated to a physical pain. It would well up inside me, but I couldn't tell from where it hurt to bad.
I went into work on it once. I had been smoking the day before and figured I was safe for work. Then I was counting money and every time a coin clinked I could feel my heartbeat smothering every sense in my body. I'd hear it, feel it, taste it, everything.

Methamphetamine : cuntrash

Meth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
my first bad tweak.
I think that this shit was laced or like.. more pure or some shit because after it dropped it was probably the most intense I've ever felt it. I think i did three lines off her dresser, then we smoked the rest. I prefered snorting it, though. i remember there was one guy with us that i didn't feel comfortable with because he kept staring at me and telling me how pretty i was, but not in a polite way. We got in the car and on the highway, it was the best feeling and i forgot about him. my brain felt like it was about to explode, and i couldn't keep still. it felt like our car was speeding faster than what was even possible, and every movement and turn and stop was perfectly made. i kept fidgeting, but i was really confident. i kept taking pictures of the streetlights because it tripped me out. everyone in the car was talking at once. It seemed like we got to the bowling alley in less than five minutes, even though it takes 45 minutes to get there. and i remember feeling scared because i kept scratching my face and i didn't want to look like a meth addict. all of my feelings were exageratted. we all bowled terribly, but we weren't there to bowl. meth is a social drug, so we were there because it feels like it works best when you're around people. so we sat and talked about nothing for what seemed like about 20 minutes. we were talking about everything and nothing at the same time. everything i said was empty and meaningless but i said it anyway because it felt like i had to fill the space with words. it reminded me of how birds sound, the way we were talking so blunt and repetitively. but at the time, it felt like it was important that we were talking to eachother. there wasn't a moment of silence. we left, and it was already 2:00. we had gotten there at around 8:30.

i don't remember much after that, but i remember sitting on her porch at around 6:00 smoking. the feeling i liked the best was the feeling that there had been no passage of time, only words. it seemed only afew minutes ago that i was snorting that shit off her dresser, and all we had done since then was talked and fidgeted and hallucinated and taken pictures. i got home, still tweaking, and had to attend my 6 year old brother's birthday party. my eyes weren't blue anymore, just black. i survived the party, it actually went pretty well. i was talking to all of the parents, but i was really really impatient with the kids. i remember feeling really terrified that someone might notice my pupils. after everyone left my heart was still going about twice as fast as it usually goes, and it felt really weird since i have something wrong with my heart. i managed to eat half a peice of cake, and it was probably the most disgusting thing i've ever had to do. puking it back up seemed like a good idea, and i almost shoved a toothbrush down my throat but i was too scared to do it. i told my mom i was tired, but it was the opposite. so i laid in bed for what seemed like hours, waiting for the comedown to hit. everytime i closed my eyes they'd pop back open. i laid there, scared that my heart would go too fast. if there were other tweakers with me, i wouldn't have been scared. whenever you're tweaking alone you start to notice what a wreck you are. i finally got up to go to the bathroom (did i mention you pee like.. all the fluids out of your body?) and it had only been twenty minutes that i'd been laying there.
i felt like crying. i was starving, but everytime i got near food i couldn't eat it and i was exhausted but i couldnt sleep. it was probably the best high, but the worst comedown.

i did it acouple more times after that then quit. it isn't worth the comedown, dood.

 

 

Morphine (Intravenous) : BananaFace.

Recently, my appendix decided to part ways. 'Twas a violent parting as the bitch decided to rupture.
FYI: This is a boring story that I felt like sharing.

On the bright side however, I had my first experience with intravenous morphine... and it was a blast. My hospital room mate was an old man that couldn't seem to stop shouting, "OH JESUS! OH JESUS! OH JESUS!" from about 2 to 6 A.M. the night my appendix was removed. Instead of questioning his condition and his mental stability to see if I could help, I tried to tolerate it for maybe, 30 minutes. However, I wasn't on any medication but the wearing off anesthesia and a Lactated Ringer's solution dripping through my IV, and my patience was tested very quickly as seeing I hadn't slept for over 40 hours (because of severe pain) until the anesthesia for surgery that night.

I pressed the nurse button I don't know how many times before they responded and to it. I asked for pain medication and she asked what my pain level was. I said 8 out of 10* and the nurse asked if I wanted morphine... I remember losing my shit in my mind and immediately saying yes.

As soon as the nurse pushed the plunger on the morphine was the moment I felt it set course through my veins. It made each of my extremities feel incredibly warm and I could taste something strange in my mouth. After a minute, my body felt like it weighed five times its regular weight and my pain began to dissipate. After a minute and a half I began to lose control of everything and after 2-3 minutes no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't move a muscle. My jaw went limp and my mouth was wide open as I immediately passed out, all of which I couldn't control... not that I wanted to anyways, now that I felt no pain what so ever.

The feeling of intravenous morphine was quite similar to consuming an excessive number of lortabs (hydrocodone). The experience was similar to the pill form of morphine, but definitely no where near as potent or lasting. (I don't condone using morphine excessively or even moderately for that matter, in any aspect, despite whatever pain you may be receiving, there are alternatives. I don't condone the usage of heroin what so ever and never will.)


*Not completely sure if this made them give me more morphine opposed when I said 4/10 later on, but it definitely felt like it. Maybe it was also the addition of my extreme fatigue.

 

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Phencyclidine (PCP) : sephm

Well when i use to do marijuana yeah sure i would get the feeling of being high and happy, but the only real experience i really had was when i tried some Wet ( Pcp) once and the experience turned me away from drugs and i have been clean for over 4 years.

Well this story all took place in 10th grade on a Friday and i had went to hangout with some friends( who i am no longer friends with) and i was presented with trying pcp and i decided why not. So we got the stuff and decided to take a cigarette and dip it in. Well for at least an hour i felt no effect, but shortly after that i was unable to walk properly for at least 3-4 hours and the slight motion (EX: a poke) would make me nearly fall down. Then i started to delve into a dream like effect where i believed that the clouds were taking shapes and going to attack me ( this was not fun :/) That episode of the clouds lasted 2 hours, then the last 7 hours was a normal high with me thinking i saw people who were not there.

So my Pcp experience lasted 10+ hours and the next day i stopped taking drugs.

Psilocybin Mushrooms : PinkPirate

here we go. magic mushrooms, shrooms, whatever you wanna call them, when i ate them for the 4th time it went a little wrong. i was with 3 friends, we went to the park where it was empty and and we ate. about 15 minutes later it kicked in. it was autumn, leaves were falling and it was beautiful. my friends started laughing at nothing but i felt totally chilled out. i started seeing things 100 times more beautiful, even my friends looked more amazing. we could do what we want, if someone felt like pretending to fly like a bird it was all good. none of us saw something bad, well one of my friends thought he saw a tree on fire and started throwing our drinks at it but that was it. i took my friends ipod and put his head phones on and the music was incredible..its hard to explain but its like you become one with the music. i remember a rap song came on and i just understood every word of it. usually when i listen to that music half of it just doesnt grab my attention but now i heard every word clearly. then the laughing started, i just could stop and i had no idea how long it lasted cause you have no clue how time goes by when you're trippin. anyway when i finally stopped (though it could have been like after 2 minutes lol) i thought i was tripped out so i decided to go home. thought i was being responsible and left my bike in the park to pick it up later and took the bus home.
when i was waiting for the bus i started feeling a like sick but i ignored it and got on. In the bus i felt terrible cause all these people were getting in at the stops and i just wanted everyone to go away. i got this weird feeling like the people were ALL talking about me but at the same time i knew i was only seeing it because of the shrooms. i felt like shit and wanted to throw up.
so as soon as i got home i fixed myself sugarwater and less then 30 mins after that i felt much better and fell asleep.

oh my bike got stolen btw, turns out i forgot to lock it.

Psilocybin Mushrooms : MEGMICK
I heard you have to have a positive mentality going on a day you decide to take shrooms.

One time I took it when I was going on a roadtrip across the country and hadn't packed yet. This resulted in tripping out about packing the whole time, eventually stacking up all of my bathroom shit in a balancing pile like something from Dr. Seuss, and freaking out about the plane I was going to have to get on in 2 weeks from then to come back home from Pennsylvania. We had my dad take us to a gas station so my friend could get some cigs and that was the trippiest thing ever. I did not know where the fuck we were going even though I go to this place all the time, everything was distorted and I was convinced my dad was going to kill us or something hahaha. But it was pretty fuckin awesome chillin on my front porch, all three of us were convinced we were on a pirate ship. It seemed like my chair kept getting bigger.

The other time I took it, I was supposed to go to a concert that day but me and my friend had forgotten to buy tickets until we showed up at the venue... and major bands were playing so it was sold out. So we decided to shroom since we were going to later that night anyways. We spent most of the time outside looking at shit we never noticed and talking like British people. She pissed her pants and then walked into my pool. hahah. We went back into my house and we were both fucking exhausted so we just laid in my bed for like 4 hours thinking hardcore and talking every once in a while... by the end of it we were definitely over it. When we were coming down we decided to watch That's So Raven and Hannah Montana, which was awesome. Everybody looked really goofy though.

So basically both times I've done shrooms, everyone was just kinda hoping it would go away after a while.

 

 

Psilocybin Mushrooms : missyd

shrooms are amazing. the trees in the distance were literally making swirly tie-dye style patterns with the sky. light waves seemed to vibrate away from lampost lights. the bark on the ground (at a distance) had an individual glowing pattern. people would move and i'd see their image sort of drag around. walls moved, swayed,almost like breathing (which is common i hear) - i had to remind myself they were normally straight and not always that way. the popcorn ceiling's patterns would swirl and sway - i spent the last 2 hours of my trip watching them.
things like to glow. it's an extremely visual trip.

be sure to do it somewhere safe and familiar and with friends. also, make sure you have all day or night to do it, as it lasts 6-8 hours.

and be careful, some of my friends threw up. yum. but they still had some of the effects after too.

Psilocybin Mushrooms : dusty

SHROOMS.
I highly recommend them.

My first and only (so far) experience with magic mushrooms was epic. Alright, so it was the night
of my 17th birthday. It was a wednesday, and a school night.. I think. Lame. I needed a good way to celebrate.
I bought an 8th of shrooms.

I did alot of reading on the internet about shrooms before taking them. I decided, since it was my
first time, I would try half an eighth. So I made a PBJ and put the shrooms inside of it. It was
disgusting. I was this close to throwing up.
I had heard drinking orange juice is the best thing for it. I don't even like OJ, but I drank it
anyway, and it helped. Ok so, after I down those nasty ass things, I wait at least 3 hours. Nothing
has fucking happened. I'm like, aw shit. I didn't want to have to eat the other half.
Those shrooms cost me 35$ and I wanted more than just one trip out of that. Oh well.
It was like 4 in the morning, so I took a piece of bread, put
some peanut butter on it, put the rest of the shrooms on it and ate it like that, with some OJ.
Once again, it was disgusting. Oh well. Now this time I wait, maybe an hour? And then it starts.


I was sitting at my computer when all of the sudden I felt very light headed. I knew it was starting,
and I had a sudden urge to go outside. At 5 in the morning. It was lightly raining, and the temperature
couldn't have been better. It was beautiful.
As I ventured into my backyard, I was swaying alot, and probably looked drunk. My backyard is pretty
big, so I walked around out there for a while.. just walking around, feeling amazing. I was only out
there for maybe 5 minutes when I turned and saw our trampoline. I got a big smile on my face and
ran towards it. I got on. It was still raining. I bounced once. Woah. I bounced again. I bounced,
bounced, bounced. It was the best feeling in the world, ever. I was so happy. I can't even describe
how elated I was. I felt to in touch with the earth and the trees and grass surrounding me. And looking
down at the trampoline while I was jumping, seeing the grass below... that was amazing as well. I
don't know how long I was out there on that thing. It could have been hours, could have been minutes.
Doesn't matter. I was happy. I'm happy just thinking about it. So after the best time of my life on a
trampoline was over (and I've had some good times on trampolines...), I was back to walking around. I
was still tripping, and didn't want to go inside quite yet. I walked over towards the side of my yard
behind our trailor. There is a grassy hill there, and I layed down on it, right in the wet grass. I
watched the stars, the moon. Thought about life. After laying there for what seemed like hours, I
finally returned to my home. Went in my room, sat back in my chair, turned on some music (During the
time where I was waiting, I had set up a playlist comprised of psychedelic music), and got into the
fucking zone. Listening to Jimi Hendrix and watching the Windows Media Player visualizations made me
trip so fucking hard. It was the best musical experience I have ever.. experienced. Eventually I went
to bed and fell asleep almost immediately after hitting the pillow. Woke up the next morning, still
feeling amazing. Eating breakfast with my family, I felt above them somehow, knowing I had just been
on the trip of my life.

That's about it. To sum it up: I love these things, and I really want to try them again. You should too.

<3

Psilocybin Mushrooms : troubleonarainyday

Alright so on Friday night I tripped on mushrooms.

2.5 grams, $20. I ate them at around 11 without any food because that delays the trip but I had a glass of orange juice a little bit afterwards. It was myself, 3 of my guy friends and then the girlfriend of one of them but she didn't trip. After eating them we went outside to smoke another blunt (we smoked one 2 hours previous) then went inside to watch tv. I remember it was Comedy Central. Everybody else was already starting to trip except for me so I was getting annoyed that nothing was happening so I walked around the room for a bit then my body started feeling heavy so I lied down on the couch. Then my friend suggested that we listen to the playlist we made up earlier. So we listened to music and were just talking about random nonsense and sometime during that the trip kicked in for me. For the first hour it was the best experience I've ever had. I was feeling so many emotions simultaneously, but I was so elated that I was able to think about things that normally depress me without getting upset. Like we were talking about space, and the universe, etc. which normally depresses me.

Then my friend's girlfriend who had went upstairs earlier because she was annoyed with how our conversations weren't making any sense came back down during a period of time when we were all in our own heads thinking and just spacing out on things in the room and she just stood by the door waiting for her boyfriend to acknowledge her presence, but he wasn't so she started crying because I should mention that she is extremely codependent. That really disrupted my comfort so I put a blanket over my head and closed my eyes, listened to the Pink Floyd that was playing and got lost in my thoughts. This is when I reached the peak of my trip. I started to experience intense ego death and completely lost all sense of distinction between myself as an individual and the environment. It was so insane. At the same time I was thinking about all the confusing shit that's been going on in my life, how I haven't been this happy in about 5 weeks, and that I've lately been taking painkillers to make myself feel happier but I should have just bypassed that and done shrooms. Simultaneously to feeling larger than life, I was also feeling so completely small and alone in the world because I was listening to my friend deal with his girlfriend, and I was just wishing that my ex-boyfriend was there. So I thought about that situation for awhile. Then I got sick of being in my head so I opened my eyes and tripped out on the texture of the couch I was lying on, then all the different heights and colors of the books in the bookcase on the wall were completely morphing. The room I was in has a bunch of trippy pictures and swirling paint on the walls which combined with hallucinogens is ridiculous. It's hard to recreate the visuals through words. Somehow I got lost in my thoughts again.

Then the trip turned bad. One kid I was tripping with I guess started to have a bad trip and he just started throwing up repeatedly. At first I tried to ignore it, but I have a huge fear of throwing up so I couldn't. I became really paranoid that I was going to get sick also because while this was happening, one of my other friends said that he had freaked out a half an hour ago and thrown up as well. I vaguely recall him leaving the room to do that. The music (Bohemian Rhapsody) was really irritating me along with how this kid completely interrupted my excellent experience so someone turned the music off. Then I was nervous that the kid who was throwing up at the present moment was getting sick all over my stuff. Then I started feeling sick as well because when people around me get sick in front of me, I always feel like throwing up also but I was still experiencing ego death so it just induced huge paranoia. Then my friend who threw up earlier said he thought we had bad shrooms which was probably the worst thing he could have possibly said because I started having a panic attack due to the fact that I have a panic disorder to begin with. I felt trapped in my own head, and I just wanted to get out and for the trip to be over. Unfortunately we were only halfway through the trip so my friend who has the emotionally unstable girlfriend to deal with decided that we should play Connect Four but I kept on winning without realizing it because I couldn't focus on anything except my panic and how the game looked like it was jumping, but the fact that I won about a dozen times in a row pissed me off. Then the other girl decided to make tea for us. So I spent the next 2 hours trying to calm down and I felt so emotionally unstable. I kept drinking liquids so the toxins would leave my body faster but everytime I went in the bathroom I would trip out so hard on this soapdish that had vines on it and the spondepaint design on the ceiling. It was bad. The only person who can successfully calm me down at situations like these is my ex-boyfriend so it took forever because I just wanted him to make everything better but it was 4 am so I texted him. Then I just fell asleep and woke up still feeling really uncomfortable and anxious so I went home and my ex called me right when he woke up and that calmed me down.

 

 

Psilocybin Mushrooms : Gudcat

My name is Dave and I took Shrooms for the first time last night. It was the single most emotional experience of my life. My freind from school who is ironicaly named Dave also offered me a about 2.3 grams of shrooms for about 50 dollars. I took the shrooms and wen't home. I ate them with just plain strawberry Jelly and a hotdog roll since i had no peanut butter. I didn't taste them at all. After about 20 minutes since i was getting bored of waiting for the trip to start, I took a couple of bong hits. As i sat waiting enjoying my high all of a sudden i felt different. I started to have Deep thoughts and I Connected with myself on a level I could never immagine possible. I saw two paths laid out for me and i knew who i was and who i had to be. I figured out everything i had to do. As i was laying on my bed thinking i began to notice some trippy hallucinations. For about 10 seconds i saw the walls twist. And my hands looked longer as a played my guitar. My room was bent by a strange light wich made the room look distorted in certain areas. When that was lover i closed my eyes and thought so deepley i could picture it. Then i opened my eyes and EVERYTHING was different. I was very bright and cheery. I saw my mirror and the whole room looked as if it was the first time i had ever entered the room. Then i looked at myself in the mirror and i looked older. Not like old man older, but more mature. i went back in bed and thought some more. As i thought i saw myself transform into a new person as if it was from 3rd person veiw. My body changed into to someone elses but i still knew who i was. After the trip was over about 6 hours later it was about 6:00 AM. I saw the sun rise and my whole body felt as if it was filled with gold. When i realized that everything i once knew and lived by was changing it brought a tear to my eye. Then i stopped crying and became Euphoric. It also increased my level of skill at the guitar. I'd have to say that Shrooms was so far the single greatest expereince of my life and i plan to do it a couple of more time and maybe a little in college.

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Quetiapine (Seroquel) : Dusty

Ok, so this is actually two separate stories. Each took place within a week of the other (2006), but the first account was written a few days after, and the second (more interesting of the two) was written about a year later (2007). And it is now being reposted 2 years later (2008).


First experience:

Well, my friends and I were talking about drugs and one of them mentioned they had recently tried a pill called "Seroquel", and that he tripped pretty good on it. Said he could get us some for $1 a pill, and it only took one pill to get a nice high that would last for hours. So I gave him $2 just to try it, considering it was so cheap. Looked it up online later that day (I hadn't gotten the pills yet, it took him about a day or two to get them) and it said something about it having some side effects like hallucinations and other similar symptoms. Sounded alright to me. So finally he gets me a pill (I am still waiting on the second one). It's yellow and 100mg. B (dealer) says "suck off the yellow coating and then swallow it. It'll take about half an hour and you'll start feeling sleepy. When you do, FIGHT it. Don't let it make you sleepy as hard as you can, and that's how you'll trip". He gave me the pill right before my first hour class, so I just popped it in my mouth right then and there. Well, over a half hour rolls by and I'm thinking back to my acid situation I had a couple months earlier (It was duff) thinking "oh not again". We had a sub that day so it was just free time, and there are just a bunch of nerds in that class so I just laid back in my chair and relaxed, just thinking about stuff. Eventually I started feeling tired. "Finally", I thought. So I fought off the tiredness and thats when it began. It sure was hard to keep my eyes open. I was just looking around at the room, and the lights on the ceiling... they were dancing, moving all around. I was having like, triple vision. I looked at my hand and it looked fairly normal, but once I focused more it started moving around too. So I just enjoyed the mild high for the remainder of class, and then got out and met up with my friend J and talked to him. He said "what the hell are you on?" I told him and of course, he hadn't heard of it before. He told me I was talking very slowly and I sounded pretty high, although I felt quite normal. Then some girls came up to us and started talking, and after a while I realized one of them was my friend R and gave her a big hug. She was just laughing because it had taken me at least a minute to notice who she was and that she was standing there.
Then, you know, I went to my locker, went to next period, and... we had a test. I figured I was sober enough to take it. I was wrong. Unlike when I am high on cannabis (I usually ace tests when I am), I was going through the test very slowly, occasionally nodding off and making stray marks on the paper. By the end of class I had finished little more than half of the test. The teacher was pretty pissed but I got her to let me come in during Seminar at the end of the day to finish it. Next hour... I sat by some other group of friends and was talking to them as usual and they knew I was on something. I was still talking very slowly and was a bit confused. Eventually I got a real bad headache and was once again extremely tired. I figured "fuck it" and took a real nice nap through the rest of class, even though my friends tried waking me up a few times.
Next thing I know class is over and I am to meet up with some other friends to go out to lunch, McDonald's or something. After eating, we went back to school and left the car and were talking about random shit we were doing in the car and I was like.. "what? That didn't happen". They were like "man, you were talking so slow the whole time and you don't even remember us stopping to throw out the trash and shit". And I didn't. The rest of my day was pretty uneventful, but I felt pretty good. Turns out that pill makes ya feel pretty happy later on. Anyway I finally got home... and just flopped into bed and didn't wake up til about 6, because my mom woke me for dinner. That's how tired I was, even 9 hours or so after I took the pill. Wasn't a bad day I must say. Worth a buck at least. I plan on taking more than just one next time. I wanted to take two but the guy who sold me them strongly cautions me against it, since you trip really bad when you do. Maybe I'll just take one and a half. Not sure when to do it though. It totally puts you out of it.



Second experience:

This happened within a week of the last experience, but this story was written a year later, whereas the prior was written within a few days of the first go. So, my memory of it is vague. You'll also find that much of my story is based on what other people told me.

Instead of taking a 100mg pill, I took a 200mg. At school. Hahaha, big mistake. Now, I don't remember what time of the day it was that I took it, but I'm guessing it was probably towards the end of the day. Anyway, the story really begins in seminar, my last class of the day. I walk in the room, go to my desk, try to stay awake, but couldn't do it, and fell asleep. I slept through the entire class period. Some people woke me up at the end when everyone was leaving. I got up and I was tripping balls.
I could barely walk. I must have looked drunk. The teacher and everyone in the room were looking at me. Later on, I learned that they all knew I was on something, and the teacher was pissed. Luckily he didn't say anything. Anyway, I make it out of the classroom and my friend T goes walking by so I stop him and ask him if he could escort me to my locker, because I didn't think I would be able to figure out how to get there.
As we walked down the hall, I went blind. Everything was black. A minute later we
approached the drinking fountains, which were on the other side of the hallway from us. I was incredibly thirsty and I barged towards where I thought the fountains were (I was no longer completely blind, but I still couldn't quite see). Luckily my friend was there to steer me away from walking into a pack of teachers. So I had my drink, and was escorted to my locker. My friend had to catch his bus so he left me there. By this time I had my vision back.
So I was standing at my locker... and I honestly don't remember what I was doing. I know one thing for sure: I couldn't open it. Then my ex-girlfriend showed up, her locker being close to mine. We were alone, and I was standing there looking royally fucked up. We hadn't left on good terms.. at all. As a matter of fact, I still dislike her, regardless of what I'm about to tell you. So she came over to me very nicely and asked me what was wrong and if I was okay, then offered to open my locker for me, and by some miracle I remembered the numbers to my lock. After that I really don't remember what happened.. if I said thanks or what. It was really weird.. and I feel guilty having such
dislike for her even after she helped me out like that.

Anyway... I guess I stood there for a good ten minutes before realizing that I didn't even need anything from my locker in the first place, causing me to miss my bus. Great. So now I'm wandering around school, walking up to random people asking if I could use their cellphone to call my mom (this was before I had a car, obviously). I don't remember who I talked to, but I've been told by those people later all about it. I found some friends who had a cell phone so I called my mother, and I have no idea how she didn't suspect something, because I could barely talk, let alone dial the numbers on the phone. In fact, I think I had to ask someone else to dial them for me. She was at work still, so it would be about half an hour before she could come. Even better.
So I head down to the corner store where they sell candy and stuff, and I was hungry so I bought some airheads. I don't remember anything that happened in there, but according to what the people who were there have told me, I was mumbling gibberish the whole time,
and the only way they knew what I wanted is because I was pointing. They said they just gave me them for free. I don't remember that part either. Anyway, I leave, go to a table, and fall asleep. Then somebody wakes me up, and I walked over to the doors of the school to wait for my mom, and then fell
asleep on the steps. Then a group of girls walked by and were talking to me. I haven't a clue what we talked about, but later on they told me I was very entertaining. Anyway, finally my mom shows up, and I'm still acting stoned, but somehow she didn't notice. I think she was just concerned about my
great-grandfather, as he was in ill health. She decided we better go visit him at the nursing home. That was bad, because I kept falling asleep during the visit. Then finally we came home.. and.. I guess that's it. I was out for the rest of the day.

Reflection:
Two years later I still smile when thinking back to this story. It wasn't necessarily a positive or negative experience. A little of both I suppose. Anyway, after those two experiments, I decided to never do the stuff again. I'm not into pills anyway. Would I recommend it? If you're bored and there's nothing better to do, sure, what the hell. Especially if you get them $1 a pill.

 

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Salvia Divinorum : Sick Boy

Salvia Divinorum. Definitely my new favorite drug.

I have tried Salvia before. I tried the 10x extract about a year ago. It was okay. Nothing mind blowing. Just a pleasant calmness and sense of well being. But, I decided to try the 20x extract last Friday.

Me and a friend went to a head/porno shop about 30 miles away to get some. We got back home at around 2, and I knew that it wouldn't last long so I decided to try it then and there before I went to work at 4:30. I went and got my glass waterpipe and set up in the living room. My friend decided to be the sitter for the occasion because we had never tried the 20x. We set up and I starting smoking. It was a very pleasant smoke because of the cool water and the lightly scented salvia. After I had smoked a pretty large load, I laid down on the floor and put my hood over my head and waited. I had put on a mix CD of weird/pleasant music to lend a little ambiance.

After a couple of minutes, it hit. I felt like I was melting into the floor and was being pulled apart by the walls in the living room. I felt like I was being pulled into some other dimension. It was a really good feeling and I thought that would last the whole time. But, on the mix CD, "Something in the Way" by Nirvana came on. That's when it really kicked in. I felt like the somber mood of the song was permeating every pore on my body. I could literally feel the music flowing into me and taking over. That's when the really interesting part started.

I went into a pseudo-flashback to when I had heard the song for the first song. I heard it for the first time about a week after my dad had died. The song made me break down and cry then, and all the feelings came rushing back. I could feel the hurt and loss again, but in a good way if that makes any sense. I broke out of the feelings and quickly told my friend to put it on repeat. I wanted to hold on to those feelings for some reason. Even though they were very painful at the time, they felt more reassuring for some reason. I really don't know how to explain it.

After the song had looped for a few times, the salvia started to wear off. The whole experience lasted about 15 minutes. After it completely wore off, the familiar calm settled over me again. For some reason, the memory of those emotions was calming.

Salvia is now my "drug" of choice for a journey experience. If anyone has not tried it yet, I highly suggest it. Be aware though, salvia is not a party drug. Its meant to be enjoyed either alone or with a sitter just in case if it is your first time. It is really a mind opener.

 

 

Salvia Divinorum : dusty
Well I'd like to start out with one small note: salvia is worth at least a try. Now, onto the story.
First off you'll need to know more about salvia to understand my story. Salvia is a LEGAL drug (generally), which can be bought in many smoke shops or online stores. It is usually obtained in a fine powder form of crushed leaves, which needs to be smoked in a bowl or bong (equipped with a fine screen, mind you) due to the high temperature it requires to burn (so no, a joint will not work). Salvia is a type of sage plant, and in leaf form, doesn't look out of the ordinary at all, unlike marijuana leaves/plants are. Some people mistake it as being similar to marijuana, but in fact, it isn't at all. It's a completely different experience, which I don't believe can be related to any other known drug (that I know of). The smoking process is also very different than that of marijuana. You only need one or two hits to get the effects, because the effects hit you head on, immediately after or during the hit. The smoke is very hot, and doesn't taste all that great, which is why water bongs are reccomended. The hit is taken very long and deep, and is to be held as long as possible (somewhere around 20 seconds). Personally I can only hold it about 5, because I'm not used to such hot smoke, resulting in me taking two hits if I can. If you don't hit it just right, it is likely it won't work all that great, especially if you didn't buy the highest quality of salvia (which is reccomended). Also keep in mind, salvia hits people differently - some people can't get anything out of it, some only mild effects, and some experience very strong effects. Of course it also depends how you hit it, as I have stated. The environment in which you smoke is very important.
Understand that salvia is not a social drug - it is best used alone. Also, you should not be up and about, but rather lying/sitting down, staring into darkness, closing your eyes, whatever suits you best. This is because salvia is used as a personal, meditative drug, as a way of focusing on reality; perceiving it differently. Think of it as strong, strong meditation (it was used for this very purpose by ancient tribes in central american regions, although they chewed the leaves of the plant, which holds an unpleasant taste, and requires soft chewing for roughly 45 minutes - who wants to do that?). It helps you see things in a different light, so to speak. It is very touchy though. It is best used in an appropriate setting of environment, mood (a clear, calm, and relatively happy state of being), and smoking process. So when smoking, you want to be careful of setting the pipe down safely so it doesn't catch fire to something after the hit, and be near a bed or chair/couch/whatever for the full experience. Alright then, I think I have it efficiently covered - now onto my personal experience(s).I had been interested in trying salvia for a while, seeing it as a sort of legal alternative to reaching an elated high, a recreational sort of thing (much like I occasionally use marijuana for). I looked into it online to get the smoking process down straight, read others' experiences, and get the jist of what I was getting in to. The only proven health risk was lung damage (which holds true for anything that is smoked). So I went out with some friends to the local smoke shop (if that's what you want to call it) to buy a new bowl (I had lost my others) and some salvia. I baught a half gram (two quarter gram viles), and it wasn't terribly expensive. I came to find each quarter vile contained roughly two bowls each. On one of the following days (not sure how much later it was - and mind you, this was relatively a month ago so my memory of the events following aren't crystal clear) I was home alone and I decided I might as well try it. I went into the bathroom to smoke it (which meant I was standing in front of a mirror while smoking it) because it has a fan in there which would be able to suck up the smoke. My first hit was rather unpleasant; being introduced to the hot, distasteful smoke. I didn't take the greatest chief, and only felt a mild effect. I hit it again. Immediately I had drifted into a state of confusion, and everything seemed to move slower. I felt strange. Almost like a different person. I exited the bathroom and was sucked into the hallway wall opposite the bathroom door. I seemed to be laying on the wall, as if it were a floor. I layed there a moment, then proceeding to my room to put my pipe, lighter, and the container in which I was storing the salvia away. I found it to be quite a time consuming task, resulting in confusing myself quite a lot. In other words, it was a waste of time, and foolish of me to bother doing this immediately following the initial hits. After finally finishing up, I decided to walk out into the kitchen, feeling a little hungry (or maybe it was just an upset stomach...). This was early december, and there were plenty of christmas treats lying about. I broke into the pan of fudge and took out a big piece. I walked warily to the living room to sit down and enjoy the morsel. The exact opposite of that happened. It was horrible. It seemed as though I could taste and break apart each ingredient that was used to make the food (fatty ingredients, which taste horrible when eaten seperately) in my mouth. I had to spit it out (nope, couldn't even swallow it). From that point on, I can no longer enjoy that delicious fudge I had once enjoyed. I believe after that I either went on the computer, or lied down in bed and went to sleep. My first experience had been, for the most part, not much fun. Mind you, first tries often end up like this due to inexperience.

Second time around:

Alright, this was maybe a week later than the last time, at most. Same situation; I was chilling by myself at home and figured to give it another try. It started out the same as last time; I went into the bathroom and lit the bowl. I tried to take as big of a hit as I could, and hold it for as long as I could, but I doubt I even made it more than 5 seconds because of the hot, distasteful smoke, as I stated above. Immediately I became paranoid, but in a very different way than I was used to. See, I thought I had joined the "other side". By other side, I mean as in a group of people who would be opposed to what I was doing. I felt like I wasn't sure who I was or which side I was on. I went to go lay down. Learning from last time, I set my bowl and lighter on the desk and laid in bed. Similar to what I did when I was on acid, I covered my eyes with some blankets , to make it as dark as possible, yet I kept my eyes open. Yeah, I saw alot of things. I don't exactly remember what I saw though... I mean, this all happened months ago. However, one thing I certainly do remember is something that I felt. It's so weird, that it's almost impossible for me to explain. Most simply put; "I was sex". What? Yeah, I was sex. Sexual intercourse. The act of, the feel of, the process of, the look of, the actual being of sex. That's really as best as I can describe it.

Anyway, I think I'm done with salvia from now on, unless someone goes in on it with me, just because the stuff is expensive (compared to weed). I do say, it's worth a try, but be careful, you'll never know what to expect.

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Salvia Divinorum : number 12 looks like you

the first time i smoked salvia was with my friend Brandon and my boyfriend Keith.

we smoked about a half a bowl of that mixed with some pot.

about five seconds after my first hit i felt like i was in a world where everything was made out of cardboard and i fell sideways.

i was sitting in the back seat and when i looked around the front Keith and Brandon looked like animals =O

and they were really bright colors O__o it only lasted for like, two minutes =/

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