ITT: Jingus will discuss his descent into cough syrup addiction.

[Guest George's Box]

Not quite. When I was running the Raw board two years ago, I just shut it down.

[The Niggardly King 0]

So I had two 40s, a tall can, and half A bottle of red woinde... what should i do?

[The Niggardly King 0]

fuck i shouldnt be evern over heerre

[Maztinho 0]

No he didn't. The Pit is still in existence.

 

And Leena as an admin would be infinitely worse. Can you imagine that?

 

Demerits for all, then possible verbal warnings, then after a couple of those.... written warning. Then baby... possible suspension.

 

And KOAB is freaking me out. Just so you know.

[Guest SLT]

AoO changed my life with that DXM introduction post, no joke.

[Guest SLT]

for shits and giggles, IDRM's fourth plateau trip report. fascinating stuff.

 

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.

[Nighthawk 0]

That's what I thought was fourth plateau, but it got worse than that. I did quit for a long time after that, and then when I tried it again, I really went to four. That was just horrifying. I mean, as fucked up as I was in the time I was talking about there, I was sure it couldn't get worse, but it did.

If you go to four, you know for sure. I wrote on my wall: "This is a fourth plateau dxm trip, and it will end."

[Guest SLT]

your hands are golden, don't ever chop them off

[tekcop 0]

I like that I'm still in Milky's sig. No drug stories. Just that.