Before I start I don't suggest not using meth, but we all make our own chooses. With that being said lets say somethings about me. I've been smoking meth for about 4 years now. I'm 20 years old, my weight is about 120 to 150. This is going to be long and sad, this happened last November. Everytime before I get high I make sure I drink lots of water, and lots of food. I brush my teeth and use mouth wash.
PRE HIGH: November 15th This was on the 15th of November, 2014. I was at my house. And my check came in the mail from my old job. I went to cash it, on the way there my buddy texted and said I have some flame crystal meth. (He didn't say it just like that) so, I was like good I'll stop by and picked up 5 grams for the price of 3. I went home to my messy ass house. Before I even used any, I drunk a full bottle of water then ate a full bag of pizza rolls, and brushed my teeth and used mouth wash.
THE HIGH DAY ONE: November, 15th Now I was ready to smoke, I grabbed my chicken bone, plate, and razor blade. I dumped all of my dope onto the plate, and it was the best looking crystal's I've ever seen. I took all of the the crumbled buggers and the loose dope and filled up my bone. I filled it up pretty full and melted it down. It made the biggest puddle I have seen in a bone. I hit it about 5 times, and was really high. I started cleaning the living room I finished it up in about 1 and a half hours. I was still pretty high so I went to the kitchen did the dishes and got the kitchen done. I'd say it was about 2 PM midday. I went to.finish the bowl off which got me so fucking high. I finished the house in about 4 hours. Now it's about 7 and one of my Buddy's called and asked if he could stay a few days with me, I said yes. (We'll call him I was just doing some random stuff around the house, like putting away the dishes and feed the dog. An hour passed and B showed up. His girlfriend kicked him out of their house. B was like Goddamn look at your eyes they're fucking huge, you meth head. B put his stuff away in the guest bedroom. He asked if I would smoke with him I said yeah, but I don't think you can handle this shit. I was just joking, I throw a nice nice bugger in the bone, about as big as a nail head maybe a little bigger. We cranked down on that, he had this meth bong (never used one before) we loaded it up and smoked. Me and B talked about old times for like 4 hours.
THE HIGH DAY TWO: November, 16 It's a little after 12 we finish up talking and B asked if I wanted to play PS3 online. So we got everything hooked up. We both got us a bottle of water and a few things. We played until about 6 AM without moving. I played so much I had over 300 kills. On call of duty by the way. We packed the bone and bong, because my back started to hurt. I asked B if he wanted to head out to the breakfast bar? Before we smoked. And B said yes, I brushed my teeth and took a shower. And we left, I got so full I about got sick. We ended up walking to the gas station to get smokes and a new pack of lighters. Me and B got home around 9 or 10. We smoked out and I asked B if he wanted to help sort and clean the building around back. We worked on that all day without smoking anymore. We finished up and headed inside, and smoked a really fat bowl. Then the motherfucker busted. Me and B was bummed out about it. It was around 6 PM B made a call to a friend we'll call her K. And K brought some foil to us. We told K we was cooking and we needed it. She knew we was full of shit and left. We smoked about 3 boats. B asked to take a shower, B was in the bathroom for 3 hours. While I his some dope because I was starting to geek out. ( I will tell you now how I was feeling and what was my mood and my state of mind. I was really high, my thoughts was racing, I felt really good about myself and everything around me. Over all feelings was, happy,content, epurea, and motivated. My state of mind was clear and I was feeling a little.) B finally came out I brushed my teeth. The rest of that night we cleaned, organized the DVDs, ate some noodles.
THE HIGH DAY THREE: NOVEMBER, 17TH. by this time, me and b was sick of the foil and bong. So we started a mission to have someone buy us one without smoking with them. We had someone bring us a new one and a used one. At this time B asked to buy the used pipe and a half. I sold him it and he left. I called my brother to come over to help me finish my basement. (This idea just popped into my head) When he came over, we smoked about a half. We went down stairs to clean it up. I'm thinking it's around 11 to 12 AM (I was still happy, content, and motivated in working. I was going really fast and was still tweaking a little bit. It took us all day and night to clean, throw trash and old junk away. We went outside to gather all the tools, wood, nails, saws, and some other odd things.
THE HIGH DAY FOUR: NOVEMBER, 18TH we went up stairs to chill for a little bit, my brother had to leave for work so I smoked and gave him a little. After he left I ate and drank a little something. I ended up talking a shower because I had oil/grease coming out of me pretty bad. (Now I was getting a little scared, because I heard someone say my name. Auditory sounds, nothing to much. Still happy, motivated, my thoughts started Toto slow a little bit. Head felt foggy.) I was in need of some cigarettes, and toilet paper. When I headed out I felt like everyone was watching me and knew I was high. On the way back home I ran into B we came back to my house talked for a little bit about what I was doing to the basement. He wanted to help so we put the floors down and cut the wood for framing the rooms. B started to come down so we smoked a bowl and finished cutting all the framing wood for the rest of the rooms.
THE HIGH DAY FIVE: NOVEMBER 19TH my brother came over and we finished up a whole gram with the 3 of us. (I was geeked out, my head was foggy, my thoughts where everywhere and I was blasted. (Side note NEVER USE POWER TOOLS HIGH) We finished up framing the basement, and my brother put in the wire and hooked it up. And he got a call that his women left him. So I told him to go to sleep and he did.(At this time I felt the psyscois coming on, shadows and voices I kept thinking my brother was trying to steal my dope. I was thinking B was plotting on me. I wasn't happy more like no feelings at all. Really foggy sight, but I'm still motivated B wanted to sleep so he crashed out. I went to the bathroom and looked out the window for like 3 hours thinking someone was going to show up.
THE HIGH DAY SIX: NOVEMBER, 20th Everyone was sleeping and I haven't smoked in about 7 or 8 hours. I ate some food and drank two cups and bathed and shit. I played the game about two hours and I thought I kept seeing someone walk past the hallway and I was hearing someone downstairs. (At this point the fun started, I was hearing people talking downstairs. My thoughts kinda relaxed and I was mostly feeling a little sleepy and awake.) My back started to hurt, so I walked around the house and it got worse. I geeked up the bone and smoked out. (The voices died down and so did the shadows. My feelings came back a little bit.) At this time I was pretty worried about not eating enough. So I ate till I was full and drunk a shit load off water. I stopped watching time at this point because it started moving really slow. I knew when I was coming down because the voices and shadows would start. So I smoke some more.
THE HIGH DAY SEVEN: NOVEMBER 21Th
I finished a descent sized bowl, and bust a kind big rock out. Smoked a bowl then one more. I was really tweaking. (Voices, shadow people, people walking on roof, thought the police was looking for me, kept the doors locked, blinds down, whispering, hiding in places like the closet, Under the bed everytime I heard a bump or any kind of noises. I finished up two more bowls and stayed up one more day.
THE COME DOWN: NOVEMBER 22nd
My body shut down and didn't want no more meth. I fell asleep in the bathroom for about 7 hours till my brother woke me up. He left when I stood up I was really sleepy and light headed. I made it to my bed and slept about 18 hours. I got up used to bathroom everyone was gone I ate and drank some water. Fell asleep about 10 more hours. I felt like shit, I was in pain my legs, arms, neck, and back hurt really bad. I showered and did my hygene. I was feeling like shit I took some advil felt a little better. (When I woke up I felt sleepy, depression, pain, restlessness, pretty much like I just got jumped and beaten. And I wait 2 to 3 days before I get high again.
I'm sorry this fucking thing is huge, I want the people that never used meth how fucked it is. The other reason I maid it so long is because you do a lot of things on meth and you'd never understand what it's like to be high on it. The times are not exact time but it's rough estimate.
Before I start I don't suggest not using meth, but we all make our own chooses. With that being said lets say somethings about me. I've been smoking meth for about 4 years now. I'm 20 years old, my weight is about 120 to 150. This is going to be long and sad, this happened last November. Everytime before I get high I make sure I drink lots of water, and lots of food. I brush my teeth and use mouth wash.
PRE HIGH: November 15th This was on the 15th of November, 2014. I was at my house. And my check came in the mail from my old job. I went to cash it, on the way there my buddy texted and said I have some flame crystal meth. (He didn't say it just like that) so, I was like good I'll stop by and picked up 5 grams for the price of 3. I went home to my messy ass house. Before I even used any, I drunk a full bottle of water then ate a full bag of pizza rolls, and brushed my teeth and used mouth wash.
THE HIGH DAY ONE: November, 15th Now I was ready to smoke, I grabbed my chicken bone, plate, and razor blade. I dumped all of my dope onto the plate, and it was the best looking crystal's I've ever seen. I took all of the the crumbled buggers and the loose dope and filled up my bone. I filled it up pretty full and melted it down. It made the biggest puddle I have seen in a bone. I hit it about 5 times, and was really high. I started cleaning the living room I finished it up in about 1 and a half hours. I was still pretty high so I went to the kitchen did the dishes and got the kitchen done. I'd say it was about 2 PM midday. I went to.finish the bowl off which got me so fucking high. I finished the house in about 4 hours. Now it's about 7 and one of my Buddy's called and asked if he could stay a few days with me, I said yes. (We'll call him I was just doing some random stuff around the house, like putting away the dishes and feed the dog. An hour passed and B showed up. His girlfriend kicked him out of their house. B was like Goddamn look at your eyes they're fucking huge, you meth head. B put his stuff away in the guest bedroom. He asked if I would smoke with him I said yeah, but I don't think you can handle this shit. I was just joking, I throw a nice nice bugger in the bone, about as big as a nail head maybe a little bigger. We cranked down on that, he had this meth bong (never used one before) we loaded it up and smoked. Me and B talked about old times for like 4 hours.
THE HIGH DAY TWO: November, 16 It's a little after 12 we finish up talking and B asked if I wanted to play PS3 online. So we got everything hooked up. We both got us a bottle of water and a few things. We played until about 6 AM without moving. I played so much I had over 300 kills. On call of duty by the way. We packed the bone and bong, because my back started to hurt. I asked B if he wanted to head out to the breakfast bar? Before we smoked. And B said yes, I brushed my teeth and took a shower. And we left, I got so full I about got sick. We ended up walking to the gas station to get smokes and a new pack of lighters. Me and B got home around 9 or 10. We smoked out and I asked B if he wanted to help sort and clean the building around back. We worked on that all day without smoking anymore. We finished up and headed inside, and smoked a really fat bowl. Then the motherfucker busted. Me and B was bummed out about it. It was around 6 PM B made a call to a friend we'll call her K. And K brought some foil to us. We told K we was cooking and we needed it. She knew we was full of shit and left. We smoked about 3 boats. B asked to take a shower, B was in the bathroom for 3 hours. While I his some dope because I was starting to geek out. ( I will tell you now how I was feeling and what was my mood and my state of mind. I was really high, my thoughts was racing, I felt really good about myself and everything around me. Over all feelings was, happy,content, epurea, and motivated. My state of mind was clear and I was feeling a little.) B finally came out I brushed my teeth. The rest of that night we cleaned, organized the DVDs, ate some noodles.
THE HIGH DAY THREE: NOVEMBER, 17TH. by this time, me and b was sick of the foil and bong. So we started a mission to have someone buy us one without smoking with them. We had someone bring us a new one and a used one. At this time B asked to buy the used pipe and a half. I sold him it and he left. I called my brother to come over to help me finish my basement. (This idea just popped into my head) When he came over, we smoked about a half. We went down stairs to clean it up. I'm thinking it's around 11 to 12 AM (I was still happy, content, and motivated in working. I was going really fast and was still tweaking a little bit. It took us all day and night to clean, throw trash and old junk away. We went outside to gather all the tools, wood, nails, saws, and some other odd things.
THE HIGH DAY FOUR: NOVEMBER, 18TH we went up stairs to chill for a little bit, my brother had to leave for work so I smoked and gave him a little. After he left I ate and drank a little something. I ended up talking a shower because I had oil/grease coming out of me pretty bad. (Now I was getting a little scared, because I heard someone say my name. Auditory sounds, nothing to much. Still happy, motivated, my thoughts started Toto slow a little bit. Head felt foggy.) I was in need of some cigarettes, and toilet paper. When I headed out I felt like everyone was watching me and knew I was high. On the way back home I ran into B we came back to my house talked for a little bit about what I was doing to the basement. He wanted to help so we put the floors down and cut the wood for framing the rooms. B started to come down so we smoked a bowl and finished cutting all the framing wood for the rest of the rooms.
THE HIGH DAY FIVE: NOVEMBER 19TH my brother came over and we finished up a whole gram with the 3 of us. (I was geeked out, my head was foggy, my thoughts where everywhere and I was blasted. (Side note NEVER USE POWER TOOLS HIGH) We finished up framing the basement, and my brother put in the wire and hooked it up. And he got a call that his women left him. So I told him to go to sleep and he did.(At this time I felt the psyscois coming on, shadows and voices I kept thinking my brother was trying to steal my dope. I was thinking B was plotting on me. I wasn't happy more like no feelings at all. Really foggy sight, but I'm still motivated B wanted to sleep so he crashed out. I went to the bathroom and looked out the window for like 3 hours thinking someone was going to show up.
THE HIGH DAY SIX: NOVEMBER, 20th Everyone was sleeping and I haven't smoked in about 7 or 8 hours. I ate some food and drank two cups and bathed and shit. I played the game about two hours and I thought I kept seeing someone walk past the hallway and I was hearing someone downstairs. (At this point the fun started, I was hearing people talking downstairs. My thoughts kinda relaxed and I was mostly feeling a little sleepy and awake.) My back started to hurt, so I walked around the house and it got worse. I geeked up the bone and smoked out. (The voices died down and so did the shadows. My feelings came back a little bit.) At this time I was pretty worried about not eating enough. So I ate till I was full and drunk a shit load off water. I stopped watching time at this point because it started moving really slow. I knew when I was coming down because the voices and shadows would start. So I smoke some more.
THE HIGH DAY SEVEN: NOVEMBER 21Th
I finished a descent sized bowl, and bust a kind big rock out. Smoked a bowl then one more. I was really tweaking. (Voices, shadow people, people walking on roof, thought the police was looking for me, kept the doors locked, blinds down, whispering, hiding in places like the closet, Under the bed everytime I heard a bump or any kind of noises. I finished up two more bowls and stayed up one more day.
THE COME DOWN: NOVEMBER 22nd
My body shut down and didn't want no more meth. I fell asleep in the bathroom for about 7 hours till my brother woke me up. He left when I stood up I was really sleepy and light headed. I made it to my bed and slept about 18 hours. I got up used to bathroom everyone was gone I ate and drank some water. Fell asleep about 10 more hours. I felt like shit, I was in pain my legs, arms, neck, and back hurt really bad. I showered and did my hygene. I was feeling like shit I took some advil felt a little better. (When I woke up I felt sleepy, depression, pain, restlessness, pretty much like I just got jumped and beaten. And I wait 2 to 3 days before I get high again.
I'm sorry this fucking thing is huge, I want the people that never used meth how fucked it is. The other reason I maid it so long is because you do a lot of things on meth and you'd never understand what it's like to be high on it. The times are not exact time but it's rough estimate.
Before I start I don't suggest not using meth, but we all make our own chooses. With that being said lets say somethings about me. I've been smoking meth for about 4 years now. I'm 20 years old, my weight is about 120 to 150. This is going to be long and sad, this happened last November. Everytime before I get high I make sure I drink lots of water, and lots of food. I brush my teeth and use mouth wash.
PRE HIGH: November 15th This was on the 15th of November, 2014. I was at my house. And my check came in the mail from my old job. I went to cash it, on the way there my buddy texted and said I have some flame crystal meth. (He didn't say it just like that) so, I was like good I'll stop by and picked up 5 grams for the price of 3. I went home to my messy ass house. Before I even used any, I drunk a full bottle of water then ate a full bag of pizza rolls, and brushed my teeth and used mouth wash.
THE HIGH DAY ONE: November, 15th Now I was ready to smoke, I grabbed my chicken bone, plate, and razor blade. I dumped all of my dope onto the plate, and it was the best looking crystal's I've ever seen. I took all of the the crumbled buggers and the loose dope and filled up my bone. I filled it up pretty full and melted it down. It made the biggest puddle I have seen in a bone. I hit it about 5 times, and was really high. I started cleaning the living room I finished it up in about 1 and a half hours. I was still pretty high so I went to the kitchen did the dishes and got the kitchen done. I'd say it was about 2 PM midday. I went to.finish the bowl off which got me so fucking high. I finished the house in about 4 hours. Now it's about 7 and one of my Buddy's called and asked if he could stay a few days with me, I said yes. (We'll call him I was just doing some random stuff around the house, like putting away the dishes and feed the dog. An hour passed and B showed up. His girlfriend kicked him out of their house. B was like Goddamn look at your eyes they're fucking huge, you meth head. B put his stuff away in the guest bedroom. He asked if I would smoke with him I said yeah, but I don't think you can handle this shit. I was just joking, I throw a nice nice bugger in the bone, about as big as a nail head maybe a little bigger. We cranked down on that, he had this meth bong (never used one before) we loaded it up and smoked. Me and B talked about old times for like 4 hours.
THE HIGH DAY TWO: November, 16 It's a little after 12 we finish up talking and B asked if I wanted to play PS3 online. So we got everything hooked up. We both got us a bottle of water and a few things. We played until about 6 AM without moving. I played so much I had over 300 kills. On call of duty by the way. We packed the bone and bong, because my back started to hurt. I asked B if he wanted to head out to the breakfast bar? Before we smoked. And B said yes, I brushed my teeth and took a shower. And we left, I got so full I about got sick. We ended up walking to the gas station to get smokes and a new pack of lighters. Me and B got home around 9 or 10. We smoked out and I asked B if he wanted to help sort and clean the building around back. We worked on that all day without smoking anymore. We finished up and headed inside, and smoked a really fat bowl. Then the motherfucker busted. Me and B was bummed out about it. It was around 6 PM B made a call to a friend we'll call her K. And K brought some foil to us. We told K we was cooking and we needed it. She knew we was full of shit and left. We smoked about 3 boats. B asked to take a shower, B was in the bathroom for 3 hours. While I his some dope because I was starting to geek out. ( I will tell you now how I was feeling and what was my mood and my state of mind. I was really high, my thoughts was racing, I felt really good about myself and everything around me. Over all feelings was, happy,content, epurea, and motivated. My state of mind was clear and I was feeling a little.) B finally came out I brushed my teeth. The rest of that night we cleaned, organized the DVDs, ate some noodles.
THE HIGH DAY THREE: NOVEMBER, 17TH. by this time, me and b was sick of the foil and bong. So we started a mission to have someone buy us one without smoking with them. We had someone bring us a new one and a used one. At this time B asked to buy the used pipe and a half. I sold him it and he left. I called my brother to come over to help me finish my basement. (This idea just popped into my head) When he came over, we smoked about a half. We went down stairs to clean it up. I'm thinking it's around 11 to 12 AM (I was still happy, content, and motivated in working. I was going really fast and was still tweaking a little bit. It took us all day and night to clean, throw trash and old junk away. We went outside to gather all the tools, wood, nails, saws, and some other odd things.
THE HIGH DAY FOUR: NOVEMBER, 18TH we went up stairs to chill for a little bit, my brother had to leave for work so I smoked and gave him a little. After he left I ate and drank a little something. I ended up talking a shower because I had oil/grease coming out of me pretty bad. (Now I was getting a little scared, because I heard someone say my name. Auditory sounds, nothing to much. Still happy, motivated, my thoughts started Toto slow a little bit. Head felt foggy.) I was in need of some cigarettes, and toilet paper. When I headed out I felt like everyone was watching me and knew I was high. On the way back home I ran into B we came back to my house talked for a little bit about what I was doing to the basement. He wanted to help so we put the floors down and cut the wood for framing the rooms. B started to come down so we smoked a bowl and finished cutting all the framing wood for the rest of the rooms.
THE HIGH DAY FIVE: NOVEMBER 19TH my brother came over and we finished up a whole gram with the 3 of us. (I was geeked out, my head was foggy, my thoughts where everywhere and I was blasted. (Side note NEVER USE POWER TOOLS HIGH) We finished up framing the basement, and my brother put in the wire and hooked it up. And he got a call that his women left him. So I told him to go to sleep and he did.(At this time I felt the psyscois coming on, shadows and voices I kept thinking my brother was trying to steal my dope. I was thinking B was plotting on me. I wasn't happy more like no feelings at all. Really foggy sight, but I'm still motivated B wanted to sleep so he crashed out. I went to the bathroom and looked out the window for like 3 hours thinking someone was going to show up.
THE HIGH DAY SIX: NOVEMBER, 20th Everyone was sleeping and I haven't smoked in about 7 or 8 hours. I ate some food and drank two cups and bathed and shit. I played the game about two hours and I thought I kept seeing someone walk past the hallway and I was hearing someone downstairs. (At this point the fun started, I was hearing people talking downstairs. My thoughts kinda relaxed and I was mostly feeling a little sleepy and awake.) My back started to hurt, so I walked around the house and it got worse. I geeked up the bone and smoked out. (The voices died down and so did the shadows. My feelings came back a little bit.) At this time I was pretty worried about not eating enough. So I ate till I was full and drunk a shit load off water. I stopped watching time at this point because it started moving really slow. I knew when I was coming down because the voices and shadows would start. So I smoke some more.
THE HIGH DAY SEVEN: NOVEMBER 21Th
I finished a descent sized bowl, and bust a kind big rock out. Smoked a bowl then one more. I was really tweaking. (Voices, shadow people, people walking on roof, thought the police was looking for me, kept the doors locked, blinds down, whispering, hiding in places like the closet, Under the bed everytime I heard a bump or any kind of noises. I finished up two more bowls and stayed up one more day.
THE COME DOWN: NOVEMBER 22nd
My body shut down and didn't want no more meth. I fell asleep in the bathroom for about 7 hours till my brother woke me up. He left when I stood up I was really sleepy and light headed. I made it to my bed and slept about 18 hours. I got up used to bathroom everyone was gone I ate and drank some water. Fell asleep about 10 more hours. I felt like shit, I was in pain my legs, arms, neck, and back hurt really bad. I showered and did my hygene. I was feeling like shit I took some advil felt a little better. (When I woke up I felt sleepy, depression, pain, restlessness, pretty much like I just got jumped and beaten. And I wait 2 to 3 days before I get high again.
I'm sorry this fucking thing is huge, I want the people that never used meth how fucked it is. The other reason I maid it so long is because you do a lot of things on meth and you'd never understand what it's like to be high on it. The times are not exact time but it's rough estimate.
Again...nailed it. Sometimes this board just needs a little prodding then the content flows like diarrhea.
Before I start I don't suggest not using meth, but we all make our own chooses. With that being said lets say somethings about me. I've been smoking meth for about 4 years now. I'm 20 years old, my weight is about 120 to 150. This is going to be long and sad, this happened last November. Everytime before I get high I make sure I drink lots of water, and lots of food. I brush my teeth and use mouth wash.
PRE HIGH: November 15th This was on the 15th of November, 2014. I was at my house. And my check came in the mail from my old job. I went to cash it, on the way there my buddy texted and said I have some flame crystal meth. (He didn't say it just like that) so, I was like good I'll stop by and picked up 5 grams for the price of 3. I went home to my messy ass house. Before I even used any, I drunk a full bottle of water then ate a full bag of pizza rolls, and brushed my teeth and used mouth wash.
THE HIGH DAY ONE: November, 15th Now I was ready to smoke, I grabbed my chicken bone, plate, and razor blade. I dumped all of my dope onto the plate, and it was the best looking crystal's I've ever seen. I took all of the the crumbled buggers and the loose dope and filled up my bone. I filled it up pretty full and melted it down. It made the biggest puddle I have seen in a bone. I hit it about 5 times, and was really high. I started cleaning the living room I finished it up in about 1 and a half hours. I was still pretty high so I went to the kitchen did the dishes and got the kitchen done. I'd say it was about 2 PM midday. I went to.finish the bowl off which got me so fucking high. I finished the house in about 4 hours. Now it's about 7 and one of my Buddy's called and asked if he could stay a few days with me, I said yes. (We'll call him I was just doing some random stuff around the house, like putting away the dishes and feed the dog. An hour passed and B showed up. His girlfriend kicked him out of their house. B was like Goddamn look at your eyes they're fucking huge, you meth head. B put his stuff away in the guest bedroom. He asked if I would smoke with him I said yeah, but I don't think you can handle this shit. I was just joking, I throw a nice nice bugger in the bone, about as big as a nail head maybe a little bigger. We cranked down on that, he had this meth bong (never used one before) we loaded it up and smoked. Me and B talked about old times for like 4 hours.
THE HIGH DAY TWO: November, 16 It's a little after 12 we finish up talking and B asked if I wanted to play PS3 online. So we got everything hooked up. We both got us a bottle of water and a few things. We played until about 6 AM without moving. I played so much I had over 300 kills. On call of duty by the way. We packed the bone and bong, because my back started to hurt. I asked B if he wanted to head out to the breakfast bar? Before we smoked. And B said yes, I brushed my teeth and took a shower. And we left, I got so full I about got sick. We ended up walking to the gas station to get smokes and a new pack of lighters. Me and B got home around 9 or 10. We smoked out and I asked B if he wanted to help sort and clean the building around back. We worked on that all day without smoking anymore. We finished up and headed inside, and smoked a really fat bowl. Then the motherfucker busted. Me and B was bummed out about it. It was around 6 PM B made a call to a friend we'll call her K. And K brought some foil to us. We told K we was cooking and we needed it. She knew we was full of shit and left. We smoked about 3 boats. B asked to take a shower, B was in the bathroom for 3 hours. While I his some dope because I was starting to geek out. ( I will tell you now how I was feeling and what was my mood and my state of mind. I was really high, my thoughts was racing, I felt really good about myself and everything around me. Over all feelings was, happy,content, epurea, and motivated. My state of mind was clear and I was feeling a little.) B finally came out I brushed my teeth. The rest of that night we cleaned, organized the DVDs, ate some noodles.
THE HIGH DAY THREE: NOVEMBER, 17TH. by this time, me and b was sick of the foil and bong. So we started a mission to have someone buy us one without smoking with them. We had someone bring us a new one and a used one. At this time B asked to buy the used pipe and a half. I sold him it and he left. I called my brother to come over to help me finish my basement. (This idea just popped into my head) When he came over, we smoked about a half. We went down stairs to clean it up. I'm thinking it's around 11 to 12 AM (I was still happy, content, and motivated in working. I was going really fast and was still tweaking a little bit. It took us all day and night to clean, throw trash and old junk away. We went outside to gather all the tools, wood, nails, saws, and some other odd things.
THE HIGH DAY FOUR: NOVEMBER, 18TH we went up stairs to chill for a little bit, my brother had to leave for work so I smoked and gave him a little. After he left I ate and drank a little something. I ended up talking a shower because I had oil/grease coming out of me pretty bad. (Now I was getting a little scared, because I heard someone say my name. Auditory sounds, nothing to much. Still happy, motivated, my thoughts started Toto slow a little bit. Head felt foggy.) I was in need of some cigarettes, and toilet paper. When I headed out I felt like everyone was watching me and knew I was high. On the way back home I ran into B we came back to my house talked for a little bit about what I was doing to the basement. He wanted to help so we put the floors down and cut the wood for framing the rooms. B started to come down so we smoked a bowl and finished cutting all the framing wood for the rest of the rooms.
THE HIGH DAY FIVE: NOVEMBER 19TH my brother came over and we finished up a whole gram with the 3 of us. (I was geeked out, my head was foggy, my thoughts where everywhere and I was blasted. (Side note NEVER USE POWER TOOLS HIGH) We finished up framing the basement, and my brother put in the wire and hooked it up. And he got a call that his women left him. So I told him to go to sleep and he did.(At this time I felt the psyscois coming on, shadows and voices I kept thinking my brother was trying to steal my dope. I was thinking B was plotting on me. I wasn't happy more like no feelings at all. Really foggy sight, but I'm still motivated B wanted to sleep so he crashed out. I went to the bathroom and looked out the window for like 3 hours thinking someone was going to show up.
THE HIGH DAY SIX: NOVEMBER, 20th Everyone was sleeping and I haven't smoked in about 7 or 8 hours. I ate some food and drank two cups and bathed and shit. I played the game about two hours and I thought I kept seeing someone walk past the hallway and I was hearing someone downstairs. (At this point the fun started, I was hearing people talking downstairs. My thoughts kinda relaxed and I was mostly feeling a little sleepy and awake.) My back started to hurt, so I walked around the house and it got worse. I geeked up the bone and smoked out. (The voices died down and so did the shadows. My feelings came back a little bit.) At this time I was pretty worried about not eating enough. So I ate till I was full and drunk a shit load off water. I stopped watching time at this point because it started moving really slow. I knew when I was coming down because the voices and shadows would start. So I smoke some more.
THE HIGH DAY SEVEN: NOVEMBER 21Th
I finished a descent sized bowl, and bust a kind big rock out. Smoked a bowl then one more. I was really tweaking. (Voices, shadow people, people walking on roof, thought the police was looking for me, kept the doors locked, blinds down, whispering, hiding in places like the closet, Under the bed everytime I heard a bump or any kind of noises. I finished up two more bowls and stayed up one more day.
THE COME DOWN: NOVEMBER 22nd
My body shut down and didn't want no more meth. I fell asleep in the bathroom for about 7 hours till my brother woke me up. He left when I stood up I was really sleepy and light headed. I made it to my bed and slept about 18 hours. I got up used to bathroom everyone was gone I ate and drank some water. Fell asleep about 10 more hours. I felt like shit, I was in pain my legs, arms, neck, and back hurt really bad. I showered and did my hygene. I was feeling like shit I took some advil felt a little better. (When I woke up I felt sleepy, depression, pain, restlessness, pretty much like I just got jumped and beaten. And I wait 2 to 3 days before I get high again.
I'm sorry this fucking thing is huge, I want the people that never used meth how fucked it is. The other reason I maid it so long is because you do a lot of things on meth and you'd never understand what it's like to be high on it. The times are not exact time but it's rough estimate.
Can't say for certain but it sure sounds like this recruit had Kentrell Love as their player host.
There’s me and there’s my two friends, we’ll call them John and Tom. I’ve known them both almost my whole life. Normally John is my tripping partner but the three of us together have still tripped several times before on LSD. I have the most experience under my belt having done acid, shrooms, and LSA countless times in the past, both recreationally and for deep introspection.
It was John’s birthday and he wanted to pop the shroom cherry, and Tom concurs since they’ve both only ever done acid. We got ahold of roughly 13 grams of shrooms for the three of us.
We had a scale and I told them roughly what to expect at various doses. Tom takes 3g, John takes 4g, and I took the rest. They would both be having moderately intense trips and I would be pretty fucked up. Either way, I knew what I was getting into and so did my buddies.
I thought so, anyway.
I started coming up first, obviously. I’m much smaller AND took nearly twice what they each did. I’m having the giggles and they’re all looking at me like I’m crazy but it doesn’t bother me. Soon enough they were coming up too and we were all having a pretty good time, laughing at memes and laughing at how goofy our sentence structure has become. Communication was becoming very difficult and we all were finding it hilarious.
John and I are talking about some weird conspiracy theory shit because it actually sounds believable while you’re not in your right mind. We laugh and all of a sudden Tom, who was oddly quiet, starts to shush us and tells us it’s 12:00 AM we’re gonna wake John’s mother up (he lived with his mom at the time in a tiny town home and their rooms were DIRECTLY next to each other and connected by a vent. It’s understandable). Tom starts to get fidgety and says he wants to go downstairs and I knew that it was probably best to keep him as comfortable as possible, so I agree. John wants to stay upstairs and play Overwatch while he comes up and we’re fine with it.
Tom and I get downstairs and sit on the air mattresses that we set up in their living room earlier. We’re both silent. I was amazed at the visuals I was getting, and was further amazed at how interconnected I felt. I was in my own world, and I trusted it. I felt safe. Some time passes and Tom tells me he has to use the restroom. (This was when I realized that 20 minutes had passed and it was dead silent.)
While he’s gone, my trip only gets more intense. The visuals have morphed into full 3 dimensional universes, shifting in shape with every shift of my thoughts. These universes ranged in looks from fractal utopian cities with shiny chrome finishes and neon lights to infinite forests, with foliage that danced in a euphoric manner. It was beauty and I felt utterly content. I felt unified with my environment. I was nothing and everything, and it was good.
Tom is in the bathroom for roughly 10 minutes and he comes out looking like he saw a fucking GHOST. He was pale, sweaty, and wide-eyed. I asked him if everything was alright and he said his reflection scared him. I understood, so I invite him to lay down and breathe. He complies, but only for a moment. Once he lies down, he starts to talk to me about how “I’m a good friend and I always listen to him” and I just responded with what was basically a “yeah, I certainly try my best.” Then he says he needs me to “listen to him speak” and I agree, albeit slightly confused.
This is the first time in the night things started to go sour. Tom begins to rant about his ex girlfriend from 2 years ago, someone we both were convinced he had gotten over. He’s going down, fast. I didn’t say much during this time as he was the only one doing the talking. I won’t go into detail about what he said, but I will say that he went off on several tangents and started asking what time it was compulsively. At some point he started to hold my hand. I got freaked out. I was sure he took 3g but I began to doubt myself and when I doubted myself, my inner-unison began to crumble. He kept going on and on and eventually said he needed to masturbate but he wanted me in the room while he did.
This did it for me. I felt very unsafe and began to freak out saying “I’m sorry dude but I need to go upstairs.” We went back and forth about it but eventually he decided that he preferred to be alone, to my slight relief. I made my way upstairs and my heart was racing. I walked into John’s room and closed the door. John saw and greeted me. He was having a great time and I didn’t wanna impose any negativity into him, so I just said “Tom wants to trip alone right now, so I’m gonna be up here.” John’s cool with it.
I tried my best to look collected on the outside, and I did a good enough job. On the inside, however, my chest was collapsing and when my eyes were open, there was a curtain over my vision with infinite demon faces making goofy faces at me, taunting me. Once I saw these faces, I began to hear the voices.
Dear God, the fucking voices.
They weren’t just any voices, they were voices of people I cared deeply about. My girlfriend, parents, siblings, people I look up to...all of them in my head saying “what did you do!?” “You fucked up, didn’t you?” “Somethings wrong, very wrong. You’re gonna get poisoned.” Shit that makes zero sense, but fucks you up while tripping. Full blown panic attack on 6 grams of shrooms is not fun.
I wasn’t fully peaking yet, so I was relatively clear minded. I knew I was gonna have a bad trip if I kept going like this, so I decided to do something about it. I plugged in my earbuds and watched PsychedSubstance’s live ego death video (if you haven’t seen that, I HIGHLY recommend checking it out while tripping. It has helped me through so many difficult experiences). After some time, I had calmed myself down enough to be able to breathe normally, but was still in a negative headspace. Some things happened and I threw on an uplifting trance mix. For the first 10 minutes I was dwelling on Tom and worrying of we’d have to call the cops and whatnot. After a while, I somehow managed to crawl out of this pit I was stuck in. I was slowly elevating myself and, according to John, was twitching and giggling a lot. I don’t remember it but I believe it. I was still thinking about Tom sometimes but I had developed a new philosophy: It is what it is. This was pivotal for me and is applicable even today. I knew that no matter what happens, I have people I trust and people I care about and, most importantly, I trust myself. My thoughts flowed with the music, as did the neon city lights and the dancing foliage. Complete unison.
An hour passes, and Tom makes his way to John’s room. I see him and right as I’m about to say “hey,” he shoves his penis in my face. I look at him and say “what the fuck?” And he looks around like “what did I do?” and shrugs. I look at John who watched the whole thing go down and we exchange a look. Tom went batshit.
Once I realized what was happening, my senses instantly sharpened. I was still tripping and couldn’t think straight, but I at least had control over my emotions. I knew something had to happen, so I took Tom into the bathroom to try and relax him.
Tom wasn’t wearing any pants at all. He was sweaty, confused, and breathing hard. He sat down on the toilet and started rambling incoherently. “The clock said that it’s purple. That’s because, like...you know? What I’m trying to say is...time is purple because...” and he kept going like this. I kept trying to calm him down and distract his mind, but to no avail. There were some instances of him mentioning his ex but it made very little sense. This lasted for maybe a half an hour. John’s Mom inevitable woke up and knocked on the door wondering what the fuck was happening. Immediately, Tom shouts “fuck you” and starts beating his head on the wall. I tried to stop him, but then Tom started beating ME. He got two good punches on my head and tore my shirt as I struggled to get away.
To make a longer story short, it turns out John was taking some new meds that interacted HORRIBLY. I don’t remember what meds they were, but I remember being a little pissed at him for not telling us about it and just diving straight into a psychoactive substance without thought.
John’s Mom wanted to call the cops but we convinced her to just call his parents. They picked him up and he fell asleep almost immediately. John and I were basically done tripping and decided to pass out and just forget about it. He had no recollection of what happened. We waited until morning to tell Johns Mom that we were also on shrooms just so she knew we wouldn’t go apeshit on her.
This trip was very healing for me, however, even if it ended with a drive home for Tom. John had a positive experience as well. It’s a good thing Tom doesn’t remember anything, I believe.
Tl;dr: respect the mushroom or get bit by the mushroom. Keep at least one trustworthy sober person nearby and don’t mix shit without researching first.
Thanks for the read, let me know if I can improve anything since this is my first real trip report!
THE HIGH DAY FOUR: NOVEMBER, 18TH we went up stairs to chill for a little bit, my brother had to leave for work so I smoked and gave him a little. After he left I ate and drank a little something. I ended up talking a shower because I had oil/grease coming out of me pretty bad. (Now I was getting a little scared, because I heard someone say my name. Auditory sounds, nothing to much. Still happy, motivated, my thoughts started Toto slow a little bit. Head felt foggy.) I was in need of some cigarettes, and toilet paper. When I headed out I felt like everyone was watching me and knew I was high. On the way back home I ran into B we came back to my house talked for a little bit about what I was doing to the basement. He wanted to help so we put the floors down and cut the wood for framing the rooms. B started to come down so we smoked a bowl and finished cutting all the framing wood for the rest of the rooms.
I listen to a shit load of Toto when I walk with Lady Caine. It just works. Ya know?
So this threads going totally off the hinges? Alright. A little microdosing with shrooms freed my mind enough to imagine the bathroom accessories in the frame of characters from The Brave Little Toaster. Lost my shit at Trash Can having a little necktie from the way the trash bag was tied off. What an enjoyable pee that was
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There’s me and there’s my two friends, we’ll call them John and Tom. I’ve known them both almost my whole life. Normally John is my tripping partner but the three of us together have still tripped several times before on LSD. I have the most experience under my belt having done acid, shrooms, and LSA countless times in the past, both recreationally and for deep introspection.
It was John’s birthday and he wanted to pop the shroom cherry, and Tom concurs since they’ve both only ever done acid. We got ahold of roughly 13 grams of shrooms for the three of us.
We had a scale and I told them roughly what to expect at various doses. Tom takes 3g, John takes 4g, and I took the rest. They would both be having moderately intense trips and I would be pretty fucked up. Either way, I knew what I was getting into and so did my buddies.
I thought so, anyway.
I started coming up first, obviously. I’m much smaller AND took nearly twice what they each did. I’m having the giggles and they’re all looking at me like I’m crazy but it doesn’t bother me. Soon enough they were coming up too and we were all having a pretty good time, laughing at memes and laughing at how goofy our sentence structure has become. Communication was becoming very difficult and we all were finding it hilarious.
John and I are talking about some weird conspiracy theory shit because it actually sounds believable while you’re not in your right mind. We laugh and all of a sudden Tom, who was oddly quiet, starts to shush us and tells us it’s 12:00 AM we’re gonna wake John’s mother up (he lived with his mom at the time in a tiny town home and their rooms were DIRECTLY next to each other and connected by a vent. It’s understandable). Tom starts to get fidgety and says he wants to go downstairs and I knew that it was probably best to keep him as comfortable as possible, so I agree. John wants to stay upstairs and play Overwatch while he comes up and we’re fine with it.
Tom and I get downstairs and sit on the air mattresses that we set up in their living room earlier. We’re both silent. I was amazed at the visuals I was getting, and was further amazed at how interconnected I felt. I was in my own world, and I trusted it. I felt safe. Some time passes and Tom tells me he has to use the restroom. (This was when I realized that 20 minutes had passed and it was dead silent.)
While he’s gone, my trip only gets more intense. The visuals have morphed into full 3 dimensional universes, shifting in shape with every shift of my thoughts. These universes ranged in looks from fractal utopian cities with shiny chrome finishes and neon lights to infinite forests, with foliage that danced in a euphoric manner. It was beauty and I felt utterly content. I felt unified with my environment. I was nothing and everything, and it was good.
Tom is in the bathroom for roughly 10 minutes and he comes out looking like he saw a fucking GHOST. He was pale, sweaty, and wide-eyed. I asked him if everything was alright and he said his reflection scared him. I understood, so I invite him to lay down and breathe. He complies, but only for a moment. Once he lies down, he starts to talk to me about how “I’m a good friend and I always listen to him” and I just responded with what was basically a “yeah, I certainly try my best.” Then he says he needs me to “listen to him speak” and I agree, albeit slightly confused.
This is the first time in the night things started to go sour. Tom begins to rant about his ex girlfriend from 2 years ago, someone we both were convinced he had gotten over. He’s going down, fast. I didn’t say much during this time as he was the only one doing the talking. I won’t go into detail about what he said, but I will say that he went off on several tangents and started asking what time it was compulsively. At some point he started to hold my hand. I got freaked out. I was sure he took 3g but I began to doubt myself and when I doubted myself, my inner-unison began to crumble. He kept going on and on and eventually said he needed to masturbate but he wanted me in the room while he did.
This did it for me. I felt very unsafe and began to freak out saying “I’m sorry dude but I need to go upstairs.” We went back and forth about it but eventually he decided that he preferred to be alone, to my slight relief. I made my way upstairs and my heart was racing. I walked into John’s room and closed the door. John saw and greeted me. He was having a great time and I didn’t wanna impose any negativity into him, so I just said “Tom wants to trip alone right now, so I’m gonna be up here.” John’s cool with it.
I tried my best to look collected on the outside, and I did a good enough job. On the inside, however, my chest was collapsing and when my eyes were open, there was a curtain over my vision with infinite demon faces making goofy faces at me, taunting me. Once I saw these faces, I began to hear the voices.
Dear God, the fucking voices.
They weren’t just any voices, they were voices of people I cared deeply about. My girlfriend, parents, siblings, people I look up to...all of them in my head saying “what did you do!?” “You fucked up, didn’t you?” “Somethings wrong, very wrong. You’re gonna get poisoned.” Shit that makes zero sense, but fucks you up while tripping. Full blown panic attack on 6 grams of shrooms is not fun.
I wasn’t fully peaking yet, so I was relatively clear minded. I knew I was gonna have a bad trip if I kept going like this, so I decided to do something about it. I plugged in my earbuds and watched PsychedSubstance’s live ego death video (if you haven’t seen that, I HIGHLY recommend checking it out while tripping. It has helped me through so many difficult experiences). After some time, I had calmed myself down enough to be able to breathe normally, but was still in a negative headspace. Some things happened and I threw on an uplifting trance mix. For the first 10 minutes I was dwelling on Tom and worrying of we’d have to call the cops and whatnot. After a while, I somehow managed to crawl out of this pit I was stuck in. I was slowly elevating myself and, according to John, was twitching and giggling a lot. I don’t remember it but I believe it. I was still thinking about Tom sometimes but I had developed a new philosophy: It is what it is. This was pivotal for me and is applicable even today. I knew that no matter what happens, I have people I trust and people I care about and, most importantly, I trust myself. My thoughts flowed with the music, as did the neon city lights and the dancing foliage. Complete unison.
An hour passes, and Tom makes his way to John’s room. I see him and right as I’m about to say “hey,” he shoves his penis in my face. I look at him and say “what the fuck?” And he looks around like “what did I do?” and shrugs. I look at John who watched the whole thing go down and we exchange a look. Tom went batshit.
Once I realized what was happening, my senses instantly sharpened. I was still tripping and couldn’t think straight, but I at least had control over my emotions. I knew something had to happen, so I took Tom into the bathroom to try and relax him.
Tom wasn’t wearing any pants at all. He was sweaty, confused, and breathing hard. He sat down on the toilet and started rambling incoherently. “The clock said that it’s purple. That’s because, like...you know? What I’m trying to say is...time is purple because...” and he kept going like this. I kept trying to calm him down and distract his mind, but to no avail. There were some instances of him mentioning his ex but it made very little sense. This lasted for maybe a half an hour. John’s Mom inevitable woke up and knocked on the door wondering what the fuck was happening. Immediately, Tom shouts “fuck you” and starts beating his head on the wall. I tried to stop him, but then Tom started beating ME. He got two good punches on my head and tore my shirt as I struggled to get away.
To make a longer story short, it turns out John was taking some new meds that interacted HORRIBLY. I don’t remember what meds they were, but I remember being a little pissed at him for not telling us about it and just diving straight into a psychoactive substance without thought.
John’s Mom wanted to call the cops but we convinced her to just call his parents. They picked him up and he fell asleep almost immediately. John and I were basically done tripping and decided to pass out and just forget about it. He had no recollection of what happened. We waited until morning to tell Johns Mom that we were also on shrooms just so she knew we wouldn’t go apeshit on her.
This trip was very healing for me, however, even if it ended with a drive home for Tom. John had a positive experience as well. It’s a good thing Tom doesn’t remember anything, I believe.
Tl;dr: respect the mushroom or get bit by the mushroom. Keep at least one trustworthy sober person nearby and don’t mix shit without researching first.
Thanks for the read, let me know if I can improve anything since this is my first real trip report!
THE HIGH DAY FOUR: NOVEMBER, 18TH
we went up stairs to chill for a little bit, my brother had to leave for work so I smoked and gave him a little. After he left I ate and drank a little something. I ended up talking a shower because I had oil/grease coming out of me pretty bad.
(Now I was getting a little scared, because I heard someone say my name. Auditory sounds, nothing to much. Still happy, motivated, my thoughts started Toto slow a little bit. Head felt foggy.)
I was in need of some cigarettes, and toilet paper. When I headed out I felt like everyone was watching me and knew I was high. On the way back home I ran into B we came back to my house talked for a little bit about what I was doing to the basement. He wanted to help so we put the floors down and cut the wood for framing the rooms. B started to come down so we smoked a bowl and finished cutting all the framing wood for the rest of the rooms.
I listen to a shit load of Toto when I walk with Lady Caine. It just works. Ya know?