That's some heavy duty stuff Wes. The most I'm willing to try is THC and mushrooms. Even DMT or Ayahuasca seem a bit too hardcore for my blood.
Acid is for the brave man.
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Once I dropped 2 hits of THC....good old school shit in capsules....1980`s.....I didn`t seem to feel them hitting me.
The guys I was with were all intravenous drug users....I wasn`t, but one of my "freinds" convinced me to shoot up another hit.....like the idiot I am I did it.....then all 3 hit me instantly.....OD CITY for the kid for the first time...turned purple and was pronounced dead by a group of Indian dctors...dot not feather......a priest was even at the hospital.
I was strapped to a gurney in my boxer shorts in a hallway as my friends had just dumped me outside the ER door as to avoid questioning by the cops.
All of a sudden I started yelling get my fucking clothes you assholes.
Obviouly a misdiagnosis. LOL
Since that time I have been pronounced dead on 2 more occasions from shooting stuff up.....I was never a junkie I was more of a drunkie but I dabbled in intravenous shit......cocaine was my favorite, then THC, then heroin which I had no tolerance for at all.
Valium,crack,pills MDA...you name it,I did it.
Here`s a horror story for you I had overdosed and caught Hepatitu B from using a dirty needle shared with a bonafide junkie my couin....she is dead now.....hospitalized for seven days with a 105 degree fever,,,,,my shit was white,my piss was orange as were my eyes and skin, all of my joints felt like they were on fire....one second I would be pouring fucking sweat, two minutes later I was so cold my teeth were chattering....BTW 106 degrees is death and I had 105 for 7 days straight.
My buddy visits me with a pint of Jack Daniels,....I said WTF Mike I`m dying have a pint for me.
Then on the 7th day in the afternoon I felt completely normal again....signed myself d out AMA and before I took a bus to my aunts house I stopped and bought a pint of cheap wine and 2 huge joints.....that`s the nature of the disease.
BTW when I first contracted Hep B....anything I ate or drank would hit the bottom of my stomach and the I would violently have a huge projectile vomit party.
I was nuts that` why I am grateful to till be alive.....and it`s part of the reason I fear no one.
I have tons of stories like that and will share a real scary one tomorrow since I type with one finger....hey I grew up in the 60`s and 70`s no computers ....I took typing but never learned how to type cuz I was always stoned from smoking herb.
THAT`S JUST ONE REASON WHY I`M GRATEFUL TO STILL BE HERE MY FRIEND.