Review Of Some (Not So) Rare Drugs
Alright, so I don’t condone the use of these drugs for anyone, ever, people shouldn’t do these chemicals, I did these out of stupidity, curiosity, and hanging with some bad people don’t do these drugs, the CAN kill you. These are the big ones, I have never done any of these more than once, because they totally suck.
Heroin- I got some pure heroin, I got it directly from the source, he was an old highschool friend, he called me one night asking me to come over, I was expecting to have a few joints and beers and be on my way, when I came to his house a smell of cookies came over me, we sat down, he said to me “want to see something?”, I said sure, so he led me to his basement where four mexicans were processing a shitload of heroin, he gave me a dimebag of the pure stuff, I got the fuck out of there, but when I got back to my house I found myself looking at this bag, and I was curious, so I found an old epinephrin needle (I always keep some around in case a drug slows my heart beat down into the dangerous levels), washed it out, and put some melted heroin in it, I injected it, and sat on my couch. I felt heavy. Have you ever been punched or hit in the head with something, and sat down, thats what this felt like. Shitty, in a word, the opiate high was no fun, like it was being crammed down my throat, I needed to break off my couch. I stood up and immediately felt like puking my guts out, it really snuck up on me, I went to the bathroom and felt heavy as I puked into the toilette, for half an hour I was just throwing up, then I passed out on the bathroom floor.
Morphine and Ketamine- A nurse friend of mine stole a syringe of each from the hospital she worked at for my birthday a few years ago, I wanted to try them both at the same time because Ketamine trips can be bad and I was out of weed, so I thought morphine would be a good life boat. I injected some morphine, and about 15 minutes later my chest began to feel really warm, like a heat blanket was inside me, I felt really happy, and I wanted to share some with everyone on earth, no nausea, but I felt like I wouldn’t be able to move if my house was on fire. Then I thought, holy shit, what if the house was on fire. So I asked my wife “Carry me if fire happens”, then I injected some ketamine, barely being able to keep my arm up. I can’t remember the next two hours, I remember the tv being on, I couldn’t make out faces, when I closed my eyes I would see a cartoon version of the world, I would see the street, then close my eyes and see cars with big wobbly wheels, I felt happy, then. Everyone was gone, my wife said I ordered everyone out of my room, but I have no recollection of that, I remember thinking “Holy shit, I killed them, their gone because of me, now I’m going to prison, I KILLED THEM”, I tried standing up but I couldn’t focus on anything, I felt like I was burning up, I passed out in my hallway and woak up around 12 the next day.
Cocaine- I snorted some, and felt like I drank a billion cups of coffee, I just felt wired, I came down about 45 minuets later, and I never tried it again.
Whippets- It was mothballs, paint thinner, and some other awful chemicals in a paper bag, this was probably the worst thing I’ve ever done because I just felt stupid months after wards, so, I breathed in one deep breath and immediately felt like puking, I didn’t but I was pretty much on the verge even hours after the effects had gone, I saw trails to everything, and everything felt rotten, like a plastic set designed to make people hate themselfs, it wore off in 20 minuets, but my braincells would have kicked me in the balls if they could.
Meth- I had two hits of meth from some rotten old pipe, I had previously swore that I would never try meth, but I had been drinking all night. I felt more wired than coke could have ever done, I sprinted the half mile to my house because I thought a cop could have tracked my car, when I got in, I needed something to do, so I started taking shit apart, I deconstructed my toaster, my new tv, my mini fridge and two clocks over the course of the three days I was up, I then slept a whole twenty four hours. When I woak up I felt bad to the core, I went and threw up in my sink, and just felt my body hating me, the worse part is, I wanted more, I was addicted after one try, even heroin didn’t hook me this fast, so I lit up a joint to calm myself down, I started sweating, and for three days I felt sicker than I ever had in my life. When it was over I felt weaker, and I still feel strange whenever someone even mentions the word.
Crack- I was on a bus ride to Kentucky from California, at a midway point in Denver we were aloud to get off for dinner for four hours. I wanted to get a shit load of bud to give as a present to my friend whose birthday I was on my way to celebrate. I put my stuff in these lockers they have at bus stations, its on a timer for three and a half hours. I see this crack head guy and he comes up to me and says “You lookin’ for some shit?”, so I ask him if he can get me some bud. So he takes me to the train and we go way out into the ghetto, we walk for a while until we’re at this house, I give him a hundred bucks and he says to me “Yo they don’t like white peeps here, so wait outside” he comes back out with an eight of some nice quality bud. He says “Is this enough”, I wanted a little more so he takes me to another place, they don’t have anything, on the way to the third place we go under a bridge, he whips out a crack pipe and starts smoking, he goes “Want a hit”, I say sure, so I take a pretty fucking huge hit. We go to the final house and he goes inside. I felt like he was going to rob me, I thought, “This dude fucking robbed me and left me stranded in the ghetto”, I walk inside the building and I see him talking to some dude in the stair way, the crack head says “I thought I told you to wait outside!”, the guy he was talking to takes out a gun and points it at me, I freaked the fuck out, I ran out of the building, and sprinted down the street. I get to the train, by now I’m pouring sweat and I’m more paranoid than I have ever been in my life. I ask somebody for the time and I realize that I have ten minuets before my locker pops open and people could steal my stuff. So I’m running back to my locker when a random guy stops me, he wants some change, but hes grabbing me, I could smell vodka on his breath, I can see the bus station from here and I need to go but this guy wants change, all I have are fiftys, so I have to give this dude fifty dollars so my stuff doesn’t get stolen. I reach the bus station and find my locker wide open, with nothing missing. So I grab my stuff and get back on the bus. It took me two hours to fall asleep but I slept for hours when I finally did.
Amphetamines- I was walking down the street when some guy came up to me, he was fucking huge and looked off his rocker, he spoke to me the way rapist do in movies. He said “Want to get high, dude?”, I declined, but he immediately said, “No, you do… Man, buy this shit, I have kids, dude”. So I bought one pill, I was going to throw it down into the sewers but he grabbed my arm and said “Try it, man!”. I said no, he started reaching for his pocket so I popped it in my mouth. He let go of me so I walked off, it kicked in about half an hour later. I started hyperventilating. It was like coke, but heavier, not stronger, just heavier, it was uncomfortable, I got home and was drenched in sweat. I went to my bed and tried to fall asleep for hours, I ended up watching late night t.v until 7 the next day when I was finally able to pass out.
Opium- Out of all of these, this was the most pleasant, I liked it, but its not good for you, I would try it again, but I don’t want to get addicted to it. I only had three hits, but it got me very high, I felt like I was stoned on forty different kinds of weed, I needed to go to the bathroom to get a glass of water and I felt like I was floating over it, I went back into my living room without the water and watched old cartoons for a few hours.
PCP- I took this one night in Paris when we were all out of drugs and we wanted to get high, so one of the people I was with calls somebody and an hour later a Chinese guy shows up with enough for everyone, I chipped in 30 euros. I blacked out about 15 minuets later, coming back to reality some amount of time later, I was on the streets of Paris, I couldn’t tell what the fuck was going on. There was no difference between walking or standing still or going down or up stairs. I fell asleep after some time on the streets of Pairs. I woke up in a random alley about four miles from the house where I took the PCP. I’ve since heard story’s of people becoming crazy killers and cannibals on this stuff, and, after trying it, I believe them.
Dear lord man. We need to make a movie of you.
I’m so glad this got bumped so I could read it!
@thomaschong, If you’re still alive blessings my friend.