It was my first time being "that guy." It starts with my good friend with the molly connection being very naive and needing a new hobby because he fucking sucks. First stuff I got was legit, kicked ass. I had some left and brought some of the new stuff he got for me. He just said the guy told him to go ahead and test it. What he left out was the part where A) He didn't. the guy literally told him it was a little peppy. And because he's not good at this, he just said okay.
So my 200 milligrams of molly was likely 200 milligrams of mda/sass. I realized about an hour in right as the super jam started when my reflexes were off the charts and there was no euphoria. Never did sass before but based off what I saw @Jon say and the research I did after reading that...I knew this probably was gonna bank hard left compared to what I wanted. Might not be a lot to somebody who's done it before but fuuuuuck, what I expected was what I got. Completely lost the ability to control my dancing. I was "feeling" the music but wayyyyy to hard. Like dancing hard as fuck to slow songs. I'd try breathing exercises or focusing but every single time I would end up rapidly jitter bugging to three times the beat. And I just kept getting higher. Don't get me wrong, I was upset that my trustworthy and too trusting friend kind of fucked us but I was still having an AMAZING time. Figures I wasn't in any serious danger since I had a full camel back and an emergency water bottle. But things just kept escalating and I could tell people were taking notice. I mean I was also trying to talk to and apologies to anyone and everyone because they were almost all fucked up also but not in a level similar to mine in that area by the stage. Got to the point where after the set, I felt like I was still going up so I stopped at a medical tent to see if they had anything in the way of assistance because shit just felt like Adderall x8000. They just wanted me to wait it out there. Lolno. I fully respect what these people do at festivals, but if we both agree I'll be fine and just ride it out, then im going to do it around like minded bonnaroovians who will be happy to talk to me and distract me from endless dance. I was clear in the head but thinking too rapidly. At least I thouuught I was but now I'm certain the shit really did mess with me psychologically because for next five hours until I was physically too exhausted, I danced against my will. I danced to nothing at all. Finally I said fuck it, the suns coming up, I'm going to crash hard, my tent is going to be sunbaked and I have limited water. Decided to go to abother med tent and, hopefully it's be cooler and they'd definitely have endless water.
Seemed like a brilliant idea unail they took me to fucking Nurse Ratchets house off the site where the worst of the worst people stuck down the rabbit hole were screaming and freaking out. It was absolutely terrifying and eye opening. But I also couldn't stay there. Not what I had in mind. Gave me a cot that I sat down in for 3 seconds before finding the first guy and going "hey man I asked to go to a medical tent so I could crash and have endless water that I need, but this is absolutely horrifying. I'll just go buy my water and sleep in my tent man." I was on the next golf cart put lol but I had to take this awful fucking ride of shame. By medical people to my pod. Never did fall asleep until like 4pm. I had an absolutely amazing time. At first. If it werent for the ridiculous dose, shit would have been okay. Then it just got out of hand. Never freaked out or was seriously worried. Just really disappointed at how it happened.
Oh, that and really upset that I gave 2 pills to these nice Canadians for helping me find my site on Thursday. I felt guilty as fuck. They would each take half what I did and be hopefully be just fine but I promised them I got it from a really good friend that I trust and have gotten from before.
I drank about a half a pint of lean, took 2 bars, .3 of molly, and smoked a ton of rosin on Friday night. When I woke up, I stumbled into the kitchen to find my freezer door sitting wide open, one pillow in the trash, another pillow on my bathroom floor, and a dirty towel sitting on my couch. My first thought was "damn, my roommate got fucked up last night" but I knock on his door and he isn't even home. I call him and he tells me he's been at his girlfriend's apartment since Friday afternoon. Now my refrigerator makes a weird noise and all my food went bad.
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So my 200 milligrams of molly was likely 200 milligrams of mda/sass. I realized about an hour in right as the super jam started when my reflexes were off the charts and there was no euphoria. Never did sass before but based off what I saw @Jon say and the research I did after reading that...I knew this probably was gonna bank hard left compared to what I wanted. Might not be a lot to somebody who's done it before but fuuuuuck, what I expected was what I got. Completely lost the ability to control my dancing. I was "feeling" the music but wayyyyy to hard. Like dancing hard as fuck to slow songs. I'd try breathing exercises or focusing but every single time I would end up rapidly jitter bugging to three times the beat. And I just kept getting higher. Don't get me wrong, I was upset that my trustworthy and too trusting friend kind of fucked us but I was still having an AMAZING time. Figures I wasn't in any serious danger since I had a full camel back and an emergency water bottle. But things just kept escalating and I could tell people were taking notice. I mean I was also trying to talk to and apologies to anyone and everyone because they were almost all fucked up also but not in a level similar to mine in that area by the stage. Got to the point where after the set, I felt like I was still going up so I stopped at a medical tent to see if they had anything in the way of assistance because shit just felt like Adderall x8000. They just wanted me to wait it out there. Lolno. I fully respect what these people do at festivals, but if we both agree I'll be fine and just ride it out, then im going to do it around like minded bonnaroovians who will be happy to talk to me and distract me from endless dance. I was clear in the head but thinking too rapidly. At least I thouuught I was but now I'm certain the shit really did mess with me psychologically because for next five hours until I was physically too exhausted, I danced against my will. I danced to nothing at all. Finally I said fuck it, the suns coming up, I'm going to crash hard, my tent is going to be sunbaked and I have limited water. Decided to go to abother med tent and, hopefully it's be cooler and they'd definitely have endless water.
Seemed like a brilliant idea unail they took me to fucking Nurse Ratchets house off the site where the worst of the worst people stuck down the rabbit hole were screaming and freaking out. It was absolutely terrifying and eye opening. But I also couldn't stay there. Not what I had in mind. Gave me a cot that I sat down in for 3 seconds before finding the first guy and going "hey man I asked to go to a medical tent so I could crash and have endless water that I need, but this is absolutely horrifying. I'll just go buy my water and sleep in my tent man." I was on the next golf cart put lol but I had to take this awful fucking ride of shame. By medical people to my pod. Never did fall asleep until like 4pm. I had an absolutely amazing time. At first. If it werent for the ridiculous dose, shit would have been okay. Then it just got out of hand. Never freaked out or was seriously worried. Just really disappointed at how it happened.