share your favorite drug experience

[Mr. Pink]

Back on a warmish saturday in mid-november, my sister Whitney was in town so we decided to get some blunt wraps and smoke a bong on the car ride over. When we finally get to the convenience store, i'm starting to feel the pot she had supplied (which wasn't too bad) so we walk inside and up to the counter where we see a very homely woman working (to distract myself, i spend the remainder of my time in the store looking down at my hands).
Whitney says to the woman working, "Can i have three blunts, please: two vanilla and a strawberry" Before the woman could ring up the three blunts, Whitney added "...oh, and can i also have one in green apple?"
So the woman rings up the four blunts (i'm still watching the awesomeness that are my hands). All of a sudden, i hear the quietest voice say "four, twenty." My head shoots up and i see that the register reads "$4.20". "Four twenty?" i ask the woman, who gave a chuckle.
Whitney and i are lucky we were able to leave the store without bursting into laughter, but if you're ever in Vermont then buy four blunts, for luck and $4.20.

[DoctaD]

Whoa... holdon... 4 ganja cigarettes rolled in cigar papers??????

Maybe some more question marks are appropriate

??????

The most memorable time when I was on drugs... shit, I can't honestly think of anything which sticks out above the rest. It would have to be one of the many nights I spent on pills... but theres so many I can't honestly think of one.

...but how about I tell of the story of the first time I took acid. Now, I have heard many people's story's of their first time on 'cid, or one of the many times they took it. Well, I've never experienced anything like what Ive had explained to me. Actually, my first time on acid was more like being drunk with a hardcore twinge.

OK, I've NEVER tried acid while sober. Well, once, but it didnt do ANYTHING for me except make me feel a bit weird after smoking a few joints. The first time I tried it though, that had to be the best craic Ive had in my life. I have never laughed as much... EVER!

We were drunk, me and a mate, and decided to get get a few trips. We put them under our tongues in the dealers house and walked down the town. It's roughly a 2 mile walk and by the time we got to his house we had started laughing... but we didnt know why! At some time we decided to go back up and get pills... candyflipping seemed like SUCH a good idea, but when we got to our dealers house we realised we were broke!! I don't remember what happened at his house, but I remember the way back... we got stopped by the cops.

I have never laughed so much in my life.

This small, white haired, old cop and an attractive female cop pulled us over. They asked for out details, and I actually gave my carrect details as I was so fucked. The fact that I was on a suspended scentence and had weed in my pocket didnt cross my mind. I couldn't stop laughing. The fact that me and my mate could have kicked the fuck out of the cops was probably part of the laughter. We coulda beat them into a pulp in seconds. Well, the night went on with us laughing around the town until we eventually went in, smoked a joint a passed out...


May not sound like much, but you can't imagine the fun we had that night. We still talk about it to this day... it was amazing.

[gbu-36]

whelp this was back in my serious drug days (Im sober nowdays pretty much) but three of my friends (h3adrush, fb, and shanker) and I had all pitched in and bought a grahm of yay, a double stack of e each, and an O of boomers to split between us.

Enviroment: Four of us in the basement watching the movie "Full Metal Jacket" at around 11 pm

We all took our pills and mushrooms and realized we didnt even have any ciggarettes left, so we decided to do the half the yay and walk to the store.
Enviroment: Residential Neighborhood

About half way to the store I realized my eyes had started jiggling (meaning I was about to start rolling/tripping, and hard) well right then a cop passes us and we all look at each other in unison with this smiley "oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck" look and converse in our minds about how we should handle the situation.

Then somehow we arrived at the 7-11. After buying reddi whip cans (bought every last one they had) and smokies we all leave, by now we're forming one sentient being thats walking down the street huffing whipped cream gas and talking in our minds. At this point I feel the need to break off from the group and explore the area, so I run off in a dark alley and after a couple minutes I realize Im in a Jungle and theres voices that sound vietnamese coming from behind the fences on each side of me.
Then.......

Enviroment: Vietnam, Possibly Cambodia, didnt ask any VC where I was
Shells start exploding all around me, I hit the dirt and roll to the side of the alley behind some cans the VC where probably storing rice in. After laying there for a minute I decide If I dont get out of there soon charlie is gonna zero in those morters and Im gonna be KIA. So I start running and ducking incoming for what seemed like hours, then I see the end of the vietnam alley and a church. And low and behold theres my group of friends, so I run at them full speed (well as fast as I could wearing boots with heels ) and tackle them screaming "Charlies in the Trees, Charlies in the Trees !"

Enviroment: Outside of a church, residential neighborhood
I stand up without ceremony, brush my hair back and try and compose myself and we start skipping down the street. So I look at one of my other friends and tell him with my eyes that we're going on an adventure.

Enviroment: graveyad
We pretend to get lost and end up in a graveyard where we I ended up falling into a ditch and getting soaked to the bone. So what else was I to do but strip down to my undies and running around daring the zombies that I know are somewhere around there to dare attack me.
Lights come so I grab my bag and clothes and bolt back home. And there my friends are at my house looking quite worried while they suck the gas out of their cans of reddy whip and chop up some more lines of yay

Enviroment: Basement, Watching House of 1000 corpses
We sit there snorting the yayo and huffing whipped cream for a couple hours, by now everyones either peaking or coming down a bit. We all start discussing what happened (using our voices this time) and find that we all where pretty much on the same page with what we thought we where talking about with our minds.

Enviroment: Shower
I go and take a shower and start playing Neuroticfish-Music for A Paranormal Life and just melt there for a bit.

enviroment: basement
I came back out of the shower and found everyone hiding behind the couch whispering. And yep, I didnt even want to know.

Enviroment: Bed
I layed down and just layed there watching the night over and over again from a third person view then saw something that didnt happen, us all going to prison.

Epilogue: After seeing the prison thing I decided it was time to take it easy for a bit, But that will allways be the most fun I ever had with substances.

^-^

[Armalite]

I usually blackout whenever I get fucked up. Sorry.

[gbu-36]

ahem



Pussy


That is all



=p

[DoctaD]

ahem



Pussy


That is all



=p

[Armalite]

:cry:


Sniff.

[DoctaD]

From Armalites post about blackin out, and gb's post about pussy, most of my drunken experiences are explained!

[gbu-36]

#EDIT: I need a breathalyzer on my computer to prevent drunken posts like

Um yea, well it is hard to stay awake/alive when your that far gone, but yep ya have to do it and stuffs


(sorry for being mean, I feel really bad now)

:cry:

[Armalite]

It's actually better that I black out. My behaviour when inebriated in anyway is often...bad. From what eyewitnesses have told me, I am guilty of everything from attemped murder to abandoning people in other towns to find their own ride at 3 am.

[ComfortablyNumb]

The most fun I ever ahd on drugs was one night when I decided to mix Adderall with LSA (morning Glory seeds-15 g.) man oh man, I was up ass night walkin around my house, just fiddling with things and laughing my ass off. Later on I went out in my backyard, took off all my clothes and began rolling around in the soaking wet grass (it was about 40 degrees F- about as cold as it gets in southern california) and then I just laid on my back and stared at the moon and the stars for a little while as it was a superbly clear night. I then spent some more time playing videogames, fiddling with things and listening to music. it was Grand.

[Mr. Pink]

Today was my second time smoking salvia, and my first time it really worked. I was hanging out in my sunroom--which also happens to by my bedroom--with friends Jason and Richard when this all went down. I took my first hit, held it for as long as i could, then followed procedure and took another. It must have been right before blowing out the smoke of the second hit when the herb kicked in.

Suddenly everything has an orange tint, not unlike the color of my aviator sunglasses, I'm in some type of building, and there is a friendly man somewhere to my left. I'm in a Toy's R Us! Of course, this scenario was entirely fictional and in my head but i seemed to have been informed about the backstory of the situation.

Then my friends start laughing, which jolts me back to reality...almost. When I took my hit I was sitting in a chair that turned out to be too comfortable: I WAS THE CHAIR! Now that i was returning to my own personality, the journey back was rough. I became stuck to the chair, almost as if i was a part of it: my arms, my legs, my back, head, legs, feet, jaw! And since the environment was so strange, of course i tried to beak free from the chair, but my arms just wanted to stick to it and make the chair move about, only as a part of me. When i finally realized just how impossible that was i became hot.

I was on fire; my body was overcome with sweat instantly. I threw off my shirt, which helped a great deal, and ran downstairs to my basement, tearing off my pants as fast as i could and stepped into a freezing shower. Returning to my friends cold, wet and toweled, i asked them the most sensible question i could think of, in a very burned-out tone, "What the hell just happened?"

We advanced to my deck where we smoked cloves, which added to my come-down. I, now in shorts and an unbuttoned shirt, shivered occasionally, because not only did my body temperature lower when i exposed myself to the frigid water but the outdoor temperature had dropped at least 5 degrees. Following the cloves, we christened a new slide i bought for my bong, Barney Rubble.

While many have been known to have bad salvia trips, I rather enjoyed mine. I'd finish off the gram i have right now, but this is something where a trip sitter is highly suggested. Some head shops that sell salvia will even supply you with a list of instructions of how to smoke it properly, and how to handle somebody if the trip is getting out of hand.

[gbu-36]

Where was the salvia obtained out of curiosity ?

Salvia has allways been a dissapointment for me, but Ive heard some companies offer a standarized extract that actually werks.

Would love to know who I should buy from and stuff ?



#sorry for derailing thread

[Mr. Pink]

Salvia is legal and you can buy it at some head shops. They have a lot of 5x and 10x, but some places will have 40x...you know, if really want to break through and disconnect from reality (something i, myself, have not yet done). But make sure you have a trip sitter and remember this: if they interact with you, and the more familiar you are with your surroundings, it's harder for you to break through.

[AnotherDamnNewbie]

the more familiar you are with your surroundings, it's harder for you to break through.

That's not true with any psychadelic, but especially so with Salvia. Breaking through to the 5th plateau is more mindset+dosage related as one and usually takes some time as one gradually learns to trip deeper and deeper unraveling the layers of the soul in an intensely personal process gradually reaching the pure, undiluted essence of their soul. That's why so many people who break through suddenly on massive hyperdoses [i](like I did my first time when my first salvia hit was 1/5 gram of saliva 10x extract)[i] have bad trips; they're pushed through the rabbit hole at Mach 23, and on the other side they're forced to see a pure, objective glimpse of their own souls (or psyches, or "beings" or whatever you want to call it). Trip setting doesn't have so much to do with it.

And besides, tripping (let alone breaking through) in an unfamilliar area is rather ill advised if I may say so myself.

[phoenix]

Combing my soul mates hair while we talked about our childhood and vice versa. She has since ruined X for me as I will never experience a better situation than that.

[AnotherDamnNewbie]

It's hard for me to classify what counts as my favorite "drug" experience, as what's more significant to me is what I'm doing at the time, not the substances I'm on. Having said that, if I were *forced* to pick a favorite, it would be a two-way tie for first between two nights:

1) The night of my first hippyflip, July 3rd (Independance Day celebrations and all that), where I ate a bit over 3g of dried mushrooms and an Orange JK roll pill. The following 10 hours are a laundry list of good times, kickass adventures, and nigh-poetic near death experiences (not because of the psychadelics though). While I'm on the subject, hippyflips (and presumably candyflips, MDMA+LSD) are fantastic. During the parts where you would get all quiet and introspective and potentially enter a bad trip, the MDMA just lifts you right out of it and deposits you safely on sure mental footing. Just smoke loads of pot or drink loads of alcohol during the comedown if you have any intention of sleeping afterward however. This has been a public service announcement brought to you by AnotherDamnNewbie.

2) The time I was coming back from SirenFest '05 in Coney Island sitting shotgun in the car at around 3:30 in the morning. A car speeds past us, swerving more than just a little and due to a combination of exhaustion and pot I say off the cuff "Hey, that car is way more fucked up than we are!" One of the people in the back laughs and the driver got the idea to drive up next to the car so we could all wave at them or something. We speed up and drive parallel to the car, and at about the same time we all realize something fantastic about the car: It was full of drunk girls. Not just a few drunk girls, like NINE of them packed into a Japanese import like it was a fucking Girls Gone Wild clown car or something. Out of nowhere they start flashing us and one of them leans out the window and yells at us "HEY, DO YOU GUYS HAVE ANY POT?!" Life being the funny thing that it is, I did happen to have a fair amount of weed on my person at the time, and after shouting this back to the increasingly erratic fratboy wetdream on wheels, they immediately indicate that we should follow them, and then peel out at about 90 mph. After a merry chase through upstate NY, requiring nothing less than heroic concentration on the part of our driver, they lead us to a mostly empty WalMart parking lot, and I pack a bowl for the lot of them. It's almost a pity that we had to get home after that.

[evilwalnut]

-edit- sry

[Tarnak]

The first time I tried pot.

I didn't feel anything for a good long while. In fact, I started to feel pretty ill. What I realized later is that cannabis is a vaso-dilator, and that lowers your blood pressure. I have chronically low blood pressure, so this is not a good thing.

So I left, went downstairs and stoon in the living room. Then bam, I fell straight down on my face and broke my nose. So so far it was not a good experience. I was bleeding on his floor and stuff.

But the thing was, after I got into the lying down position, I started to feel really fucking good. And not the good like all the pot I've done since. Good like disconnected from reality good. Like I was sleeping there for a long time. It probably had something to do with the lack of blood in my brain, but it was just a feeling of utter comfort that went on for a long time.

[stlcru]

me and 3 friends all trippin, arrested by the police for trespassing on my own property, and trying to eat frozen solid jimmy dean sausage biscuits in a 6 person jail cell filled with 11 people.

[headcase]

Went on an ecstsy session last night. Me and my cousin were walking aimlessly throught the city, trying to decide what to do with our Saturday. In the midst of our conversation we stroll though the "gothic" party if the city.

"Aw headcase, why did you come through here?"
"I wasn't paying attention, it just sort of happened".

So we nod a friendly hello to people we recognice but don't want to talk to. Towards the end of the square we bump into another cousin we have't seen in over a year. Friendly hello's all around. So they ask us can we get them pills. We make a few phone calls, but our usual contact is out of the city. Our only chance is some idiot I went to school with a few years ago, offering "pills dipped in acid", which to any sane person translates as "contaminated with something, with I don't what". After a bit of abuse (his guy ain't your hardcore drug baron) he promises us pills of better quality, Mitsubishi's, which like the car, can be either fantastic or terrible. Screw it, it's either these or bust. So we collect our pills, collect everyone else who's going (we got invited), and back to the bedsit.

The bedsit was one room in the top of a house/apartment block with a communal bathroom, without a shower, but we didn't care. What was a kick in the face was there was no stereo, just a set of portable speakers. I had brought an aux cable but the TV didn't have the sockets. Ugh.

So, present, was me, my cousin, my female cousin and her boyfriend, and two of my female cousins female friends (6 in total). This seemed to be turning out nicely. Three guys, three girls. It adds up. So we dropped our pills and just chilled out waiting to come up. Nice music (through shitty speakers), nice converstion, promisong future. It was around now I realised that one of the other girls had a boyfriend who she wouldn't cheat on (fair enough) and the other was a straight up lesbian. A proper one, hadn't been with a guy in years. That gave us the opportunity to watch her passionately kiss and grope the other two girls in the room (obviously the boyfrieds didn't seem to mind it), but was still a bit of a let down. Ah well, watching lasbian action while demented isn't the worst.

So we all came up. My cousins boyfriend was a bit anti-social. Not mean, but I don't think I spoke to him all night. The girl with the boyfriend was fantastic. She loved giving back massages complete with moisturiser, so I spend most of my time, shirt off, getting the most kick ass back massage ever. She was also the mos chilled out person I've ever met, by a distance. She kept worring (in that ultra-relaxed voice of hers) that I wanted her to stop the back massage. Fuck that. Eventually, it all became too much I had to sit down for a while so we relaxed together on the couch (she had a boyfriend and I wasn't going to fuck that up, even though she was by far the best looking girl on the room).

While the two of us were relaxing on the couch, the lesbian came over, straddled the massage girl and started kissing her pretty damn passionately, while massage girl groped her breasts, and there was me, out of my head sitting right next to them, watching. Fuuuuuuck me.

I had already asked if anyone had a problem with me watching this lesbian action and there was none. So I was happy out, especially while I was watching lecbian girl glanced over at me, and said:

"Fuck it, I'm on pills", and stretched over to straddle me. We kissed for a good long while, her very much the aggressively dominant one, until we decided we had to socialise with everyone else fo a while. My female cousin and her boyfriend were happy out in their bed, so my male cousin sat on the couch next to me and massage girl on the floor in front of me, with lesbian girl still straddling me, occasionally kissing. This gave me probably the highlight of my night. Lesbian girl, still stradding me, leaned back almost horizontally, so kiss massage girl, wth me a clear view up her top. FuuuUUUuuuuck Me.

The rest of the night kind of fizzled out. Me and massage girl went down the communal toilet (empty and this time o night) to cool off a little because the room was roasting, just for a nice chat. I managed to take a piss *applause", obviously not with her in the room.

Eventaully a friend with a better apartment called me to see how we were doing. I mentioned the lack of a shower so he invited me back to his. I was sorry to leave massage girl and lesbian girl but fuck them, I had a shower! The buzz was left to amphetamine at this stage so I dropped a downer (colazepam) to chill me the fuck out. The walk from the bedsit to my friends apartment just after all the clubs had closed was...... interesting. Every now and then my mind would spaz out and I'd be on the other side of the road without remembering crossing it, but by some miracle I found my way to my friends apartment. There, I dropped two more colazepam (and one more at some point I can't remember), and fell fast asleep. When I awoke, my friend had gone to work so I had a nice clean shower and left. I briefly met my two cousins and the boyfriend at the park to chill out for a little while, but headed home when it got too cold, only to go back to sleep and wake up right about now (which means in is Monday after all! And there I was thinking is was Sunday).



Anyway, to some up, I'm the kind of guy who can turn a gay girl straight (or atleast temporaroly bisexual, which is just was good).