Her name was Debbie.

[MrRant 0]

Depends on where you live. In WA there seems to be a lot of meth.

[Jingus 0]

Supposedly the meth labs really are deathtraps. They produce some really nasty chemical side products that are less than healthy and tend to infest the entire house that the lab is in. Plus I heard an interview with a nurse who worked in a burn clinic who claimed that literally half their new patients are from meth lab explosions. Maybe that's why the authorities are coming down on it so hard.

[Nighthawk 0]

During my trip to Kentucky, everybody was on meth.

[Special K 0]

I've heard meth is now a big redneck drug.... I was huge here in Seattle for a while. You don't really hear about it anymore though. I don't think there's really a 'hip' drug in Seattle now. Maybe good ol' alcohol.

[Guest Vitamin X]

I've heard 'Suicide' is pretty popular with them up there..

[Guest Agent of Oblivion]

I called meth the new moonshine in another thread I think, or else I read it and agreed with it. It's almost easier to find than pot, honestly. I don't care for it, as I'm normally just naturally wired.

[nl5xsk1 0]

And I have to amend my earlier statement of only knowing one person that was hooked on meth ... when I was doing Phish tour, I encountered dozens of 'em. Didn't know them personally, but was surrounded by them and had to deal with them.

 

Meth == teh overrated.

[Art Sandusky 0]

I'd really like to find some X.

[Guest Vitamin X]

And I have to amend my earlier statement of only knowing one person that was hooked on meth ... when I was doing Phish tour, I encountered dozens of 'em. Didn't know them personally, but was surrounded by them and had to deal with them.

 

Meth == teh overrated.

This coming from the person who'd rather do coke! Pfft.

 

Meth's fantastic but it makes you feel like shit afterwards. And the whole ruining your life thing too.

 

And is it just me or all the older hippie-types seem to be becoming more tweekers than potheads? I mean the 40-something year old hippie chick I hung around with back in Cali is staying at this place with a bunch of deadheads, and about a year ago or so, everyone was smoking bud and havin good times. I came there on vacation a month ago, and the owner of the house has lost about 50 pounds, and apparently there was no more furniture in the living room because he tossed them all outside and had a bonfire in a meth-induced rage. The whole place looked quite unhygienic (not sure if that was the correct usage of the word, but whatever).

 

I'd really like to find some X.

[Nighthawk 0]

[PLAGIARISM! 0]

Fuck me, it finally caught on.

[nl5xsk1 0]

VX, I said I'd rather do coke than snort crack ... and I stand by my statement. Now that I think about it, though, I'd rather have a coke-binge than rally meth, so I guess your pfft is still accurate.

 

And I hear you on the "hippies are now tweakers" thing ... the last few years of Phish tour were pretty much ruined by the pharmy-scene. I thought it was more the younger, hippie-of-today scene than the DeadHead scene, but I really don't hang out with many older DeadHeads so it might be just as prevalent in their scene.

[PLAGIARISM! 0]

[Art Sandusky 0]

It's dead, man.

[Nighthawk 0]

Breaking news: without knowing it was going to happen, I hit the fourth plateau on DXM. Oh my fucking god. I mean holy shit damn motherfuck cock snap. It was... something.

[Art Sandusky 0]

How was it? I've decided after trying it again last night that I was never doing it again. I don't like that I can't eat or drink anything for a while, the need to go and gag a few times into the toilet every hour or so, and that it's just not all that fun. I'd much rather be high.

[Nighthawk 0]

I could write several paragraphs about it. In short, it's like waking up and realizing your whole life is a dream. I wish Agent would come back. He'd dig this.

[Art Sandusky 0]

Yeah, that's another thing. Even though the furthest I've gotten is second plateau, I never came close to having any kind of big realizations or revelations. It felt like my brain was shackled, and my body was just drunk. The body part I wouldn't mind if my mind was more active as a trade-off, but nope.

[Nighthawk 0]

Yeah, this is is a very personal drug. I know Jingus is on good terms with DXM. It is insane buddy. If you ever call me I'll tell you all about it.

[Mole 0]

DXM is overrated.

[Guest Agent of Oblivion]

Ok, fine. Give me a description even though it's not really possible to describe total mind-body disassociation. I think right here we have the three DXM subtypes. Patrick is the one who can tolerate it and enjoy the buzz, but not enough to make it into a real habit, Milky went 4th Plateau, which speaks for itself, and I had negative experiences. I went to hell once, though not as bad as some other people have. If I went fourth plateau, I doubt I'd come home.

 

Also, I had a brilliant analogy come to me the other day. The DXM buzz is like in Back to the Future III, when the chemical logs are exploding in the train.

[Jingus 0]

I've had both awesome experiences and negative ones. Unfortunately, the negative ones do tend to occur when I do a WHOLE lot of the shit, so I've been afraid to try for that semi-mythic 4th stage. Lying in bed wide awake until the sun comes up with a crippling headache and an awful feeling of mental incoherency that just never fucking goes away ain't fun.

[Jingus 0]

On the other hand, the good experiences can really light a fire under your ass, philosophically speaking. I recently tripped, brainstormed, and ended up writing this:

 

(Time out. Description of what you experience when you take an unprotected steel chair to the head: you see the chair coming towards you. Time does kinda slow down a little, but not like the Matrix or anything, just enough to think "oh god here it comes" prior to impact. When it hits, BANG, it sounds like someone just fired a gun inside your head. That's the last sound you hear for a few seconds, cuz you develop instant [very temporary] deafness. If, like me, you're not really used to this kind of abuse, you lose control of your limbs and you start to collapse; or maybe you just want to lie down and pray the worst is over. Upon impact, you see an instant of brilliant explosive color, like staring into a fire; then just an instant of black [which might've just been my eyes closing briefly, to tell the truth] and then you see the floor rushing up to greet you. Somewhere on the way down, your hands will fly up to hold your head all by themselves. Once you bounce into a heap, you reflexively start doing a mental diagnostic of your own body. You wiggle your fingers and toes just a teeny bit, just to make sure you still can. [There've been too many bad examples, like Droz, for me to take this lightly.] You surreptitiously check for bleeding, which could be both good and bad in a wrestling context; good because it puts over the enormity of the chairshot, bad because it means you're probably gonna ruin the clothes you're wearing and by the way, you need stitches, bub. [i've never bled, thankfully.] Now your brain has a little spare time, so you think "Hey, that did hurt, but not as much as I thought it would." It takes approximately two seconds AFTER this thought for the inevitable hair-to-brain headache to set in, because God has a sense of humor. Your ears are kinda ringing, and it takes a little while for sounds to come back to you normally; for a moment everything sounds robotic and metallic. So you lie there, silently cursing the stiff sonufabitch who swung the chair and remaining limp and motionless to sell the injury while some people roll you out of the ring. Your general thoughts on the matter are now along the lines of "I hope it looked good" and "OW GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKER OW no matter how good it looked, that doesn't excuse the pain, you sonufabitch!" You go back to the locker room, walking a bit slower but a bit taller for what you've been through. Time in.)

[Guest Agent of Oblivion]

I'd really like to find some X.

I'm not sure if this would be your style. If you do want to go this route, find a hippy and get some Molly instead. If they've got their shit together, you'll end up with a little capsule with some shards of crystalized MDMA. I don't trust X pills in the slightest.

 

I also don't like that buzz. A speedy roll is the worst, because it makes you be happy and euphoric. As a result, this can feel really artificial and unsettling, which it does to me badly. A real smacky hit of molly though, makes everything great. Like a quiet, subdued, unexcitable, but very pure and sincere great. Like this shirt I've got on. If I were on molly, this shirt would be great. Clouds. Those are great. Oh man, it's a child eating an oreo. That's so great.

[Jingus 0]

Otto: "Whoa, my HANDS look AWESOME!"

[Nighthawk 0]

Ok, so I took two bottles of gelcaps and let them sink in for a while, then when I started to feel them take hold a bit I downed a bottle of the syrup. I found that the syrup gives me a sharper buzz than the pills, but it's fucking disgusting to drink. It's not that bad when you're already buzzing, though, so pills first and then syrup is an ok compromise.

That had been a third plateau dose before, but factors combined to send me further this time. The fact that I hadn't eaten and have lost a significant amount of weight among them, I think.

I was in the living room watching tv when I did this, and when I finally came down I was in the bedroom, but I don't remember going in there. There was a lapse in my memory but I suddenly found myself in a state of what I could loosely describe as absolute consciousness. At first I had a definite sense of self, but it was like I was a spirit which had existed for eternity. I was an eternal, burning sun, and my life had been a small flare on the surface of my consciousness (words kind of fail this part). I saw every moment of my life with perfect clarity and knew they were all insignificant, ripples on the surface of oblivion.

I left behind my self and entered into a state of meditation. I saw many people (or rather, the consciousness of many people) and communed with them. I started to hear gunshots, but from a long way off and muffled, as if under a lot of water. They kept getting louder, and then I got a strong hallucination, which was visual and yet not visual, of rushing through a tunnel towards my body, except I was younger. I was back in high school, and I was running through the halls and when I slammed back into my body, it came into focus and I realized the gunshots were coming from me. People were running and I was chasing and shooting them, and fire was there.

It was my body, but it was seperate from my consciousness. I was looking through my eyes but I was an impartial observer. I realized that I had gone on a shooting rampage in high school, and my life past that point had been a dream. I had these swirling ideas of about which of the three selfs (school shooter, 22 year old drug experimenter, eternal sun of knowledge) was real and which were dreams that I can't really describe, but the gist was that eternal sun was real and the other two were just... cosmic hiccups.

Things kept getting fuzzier at this point and there a sort of... babbling stream of thought which I can't describe. This kept going on until I eventually realized who I was again. I was in the bedroom. My brother had come in and was playing my Xbox. He was playing GTA. I suspect that when I hallucinated the shooting I was floating down to a high third plateau and the game was entering my visions, reinterpreting the shooting in the game. He later told me I talked to him about things that happened years ago as if they were currently going on. I remember none of this. I knew who and where I was, but I didn't understand it. There was a vague idea that someone had done drugs, and the letters "D...X...M" kept floating through my head but I didn't know what they meant. I do remember asking my brother if someone in here had done drugs and he said "Yes, you did, you freak."

I was eventually able to begin walking around, in a daze as if through a swamp. I smoked, watched tv, and came down for several hours. I shook it off completely by the end of the day, and by the next evening was laughingly telling the story of the trip over dinner. Still couldn't get an erection until the day after that.

It was a wild ride, and I seem to have come out the other end ok. It's burned me out on DXM for a while though, and I think I'll stick to good old THC for the forseeable future.

 

Agent's description of the molly buzz, by the way, is sort of how I feel when I come off DXM, like the next day, except it's not an unexplainable bliss. I'm sober and all, but I feel great, like it's the first day of summer vacation. That's a good bit of the reason I like it so much. Most drugs make me feel like shit when I come off them.

[Art Sandusky 0]

I wouldn't even really say I enjoy the buzz. The first time was okay at best if I really remember all the details.