I could be considered a crazy person.
About three weeks ago I took a trip to Penzence, England where I learned about drugs first-hand and from first-hand-experience. Lol. It just so happens that my older cousin is a 70's surfer and drug dealer. Prior to my events in England I had no drug experience what-so-ever, and after recently turning 18 I was on my way to being the least experienced adult ever.
After visiting England, everything changed. My personality changed. My interests changed. Everything known to me changed, and for the better.
At first it just started with green. Lots and lots of green. Little baggies going around everyday then bigger and bigger baggies, until my cousin and his mates and I were smoking quarters by the nights. Then came the other drugs. For me, it was like going from the strongest to the weakest. I tried K (magic K/Angel dust), taking three snorts in four nights, then came Cocaine which didn't give me much of a buzz. Unfortunately for me England has seasons and there were no Magic Mushrooms in season, or X in common slang. There was a drug that was similiar to it, my cousin said, told me of a root called "Salvia Divinorum" and I immediately hooked.
We went to the shop and picked up the strongest that the shop had. It was 20x Salvia Divinorum. Although maybe only a gram or two he told me that this stuff was stronger than anything he had tried, and he had only tried the normal stuff. He told me that his trip was like he had fallen into a slab of film, like in the movie theatre's, and was pressed to the ground and couldn't get up, that he felt his way around for the next 5 minutes and after that, he knew that he was going to be the craziest man of the millenium.
I couldn't wait to try it. He pulled out a nice foot-long, crystal clear with black stripes bong and threw in a huge, nozzle-level hit. It was my first hit, ever. Just before it too I had lit up a nice sized shotty. I held that lighter and I looked down into the crisp, fish food-like black and brown bowl, then hovered the flame until it turned a cherry red.. and Inhaled.
The way I had done it, my cousin and his girlfriend just couldn't help but giggle, waiting for the onslaught to come..
Seven.. Six.. Five.. I could see the numbers floating before me, then it hit me. Everything turned black and for a moment I felt like I had been there for a thousand years. Then as sudden as the blackness had crept it illuminated the room for me, except I was looking at it from overhead and it was like I was looking through a looking glass, everything was distorted. I tried to tilt my head back and my breathing quickened and seemed to catch in my throat, for as I looked back the wall behind me projected outward and I was staring down into the room below, the living room, and for a split second, which seemed to last for hours, everything I looked at zoomed in by 5000x and revealed a crystal clear image of the room, of the people in the room, until I was looking at a million different rooms that were all the same, but at the same time only looking at one room.
Then it was over. I came back and stared blankly, trying to figure out what to say as my cousin and then his friend and his girlfriend began to ask me questions "What did you see?" "How did it feel?". I tried for a good 20 minutes but in the end all I could say was "It was amazing."
Well, that's my experience.
About three weeks ago I took a trip to Penzence, England where I learned about drugs first-hand and from first-hand-experience. Lol. It just so happens that my older cousin is a 70's surfer and drug dealer. Prior to my events in England I had no drug experience what-so-ever, and after recently turning 18 I was on my way to being the least experienced adult ever.
After visiting England, everything changed. My personality changed. My interests changed. Everything known to me changed, and for the better.
At first it just started with green. Lots and lots of green. Little baggies going around everyday then bigger and bigger baggies, until my cousin and his mates and I were smoking quarters by the nights. Then came the other drugs. For me, it was like going from the strongest to the weakest. I tried K (magic K/Angel dust), taking three snorts in four nights, then came Cocaine which didn't give me much of a buzz. Unfortunately for me England has seasons and there were no Magic Mushrooms in season, or X in common slang. There was a drug that was similiar to it, my cousin said, told me of a root called "Salvia Divinorum" and I immediately hooked.
We went to the shop and picked up the strongest that the shop had. It was 20x Salvia Divinorum. Although maybe only a gram or two he told me that this stuff was stronger than anything he had tried, and he had only tried the normal stuff. He told me that his trip was like he had fallen into a slab of film, like in the movie theatre's, and was pressed to the ground and couldn't get up, that he felt his way around for the next 5 minutes and after that, he knew that he was going to be the craziest man of the millenium.
I couldn't wait to try it. He pulled out a nice foot-long, crystal clear with black stripes bong and threw in a huge, nozzle-level hit. It was my first hit, ever. Just before it too I had lit up a nice sized shotty. I held that lighter and I looked down into the crisp, fish food-like black and brown bowl, then hovered the flame until it turned a cherry red.. and Inhaled.
The way I had done it, my cousin and his girlfriend just couldn't help but giggle, waiting for the onslaught to come..
Seven.. Six.. Five.. I could see the numbers floating before me, then it hit me. Everything turned black and for a moment I felt like I had been there for a thousand years. Then as sudden as the blackness had crept it illuminated the room for me, except I was looking at it from overhead and it was like I was looking through a looking glass, everything was distorted. I tried to tilt my head back and my breathing quickened and seemed to catch in my throat, for as I looked back the wall behind me projected outward and I was staring down into the room below, the living room, and for a split second, which seemed to last for hours, everything I looked at zoomed in by 5000x and revealed a crystal clear image of the room, of the people in the room, until I was looking at a million different rooms that were all the same, but at the same time only looking at one room.
Then it was over. I came back and stared blankly, trying to figure out what to say as my cousin and then his friend and his girlfriend began to ask me questions "What did you see?" "How did it feel?". I tried for a good 20 minutes but in the end all I could say was "It was amazing."
Well, that's my experience.
