dankotron3000
05-20-2004, 02:41 AM
First off I'd like to say that this particular ether experience is probably not the way to go. This stuff can fuck your brain up or kill you in one sitting if you're not careful. It's a drug you should definitely read up on before even thinking about using... not like I did.
With that out of the way, about 4 months ago I had the most bizarre experience of my life. I was at a friends, who had a pretty bizarre character running around his house with an Evian bottle full of ether. I'd heard of the stuff in Fear and Loathing but that was about it. We had a handful of people over, and decided to give it a shot.
We passed the bottle around in a circle with a rag, inhaling. The stuff burns. It's tough to inhale. Each person would sit on the rag for about half a minute, pour some fresh ether on it, and pass it on.
My first inhalation got me buzzing. By the time I'd finished sucking all the fumes off of the rag, I felt as if I was some kind of uber-drunk. I was dancing around and the room was spinning but I felt great. It wore off in about 10 minutes, and we went for another round. Each time the effects hit me harder. Jake, the crazy guy who was supplying the stuff, assured us all that we'd know when we had enough. This seemed true for everyone but myself. I wanted more and more. I was too fucked up to really care about stopping.
At about my tenth refill of the stuff, I just kept on the rag. I went outside to the porch with it and nobody was really paying attention. I wound up inhaling that shit for damn near half an hour straight. This is the part where I'm lucky I'm not dead. I had no comprehension of what I was doing, and there was no babysitter around to deal with that decision for me. Finally Jake found me slumped over in the corner of the porch with the rag on my face, giggling my ass off. Babysitters are important, especially with new drugs.
Jake took the bottle from me and hauled me back inside. Everyone was watching a skate video. My friend Joanna was really concerned, and she kept talking to me, but her voice was echoing so much that I couldn't understand a word of what she said. All the sounds in the room were echoing about a million times in my head. I was laughing my ass off, but my brain was calm. I was contemplating the fact that I could be dying, but it didn't seem like such a horrible thing. I wondered to myself if perhaps I'd given myself some kind of brain damage. As time passed, my thoughts got less and less coherent. I wound up with compeltely circular thinking; everything began to feel like deja-vu. I'd try to reason out what was happening around me, and after minutes of trying to use logic to sort it all out I'd wind up back at the original question I was asking. I couldn't remember how I got there but I remembered I'd already wondered this thing I was wondering. It was maddening.
Gradually I began seeing geometric spirals around my peripheral vision. It's the kind of pattern you see when you apply pressure to your eyelids when your eyes are closed. They closed in slowly until I was just sitting there on the floor, unable to see anything else. I remember thinking about this process and calmly realizing that I couldn't open my eyes. It felt like the section of my brain responsible for motor skills was having a seizure. I felt very calm through all of this, but it wasn't fun.
I passed out a while later. I felt really tired the next day and my thoughts were very scattered. That lasted for about 3 days.
I'd never do ether again... I feel like I've gotten my fill of it. It was a unique experience but inhalants aren't something I'd like to make a habit of. Since then I've always been sure to get someone I can trust to keep an eye on me if I'm trying something new. Before I started binging on that shit, I knew I only wanted a couple of huffs of it. As I got more and more fucked up, though, I became completely unaware of what I was doing. Be careful.
That's all :)
With that out of the way, about 4 months ago I had the most bizarre experience of my life. I was at a friends, who had a pretty bizarre character running around his house with an Evian bottle full of ether. I'd heard of the stuff in Fear and Loathing but that was about it. We had a handful of people over, and decided to give it a shot.
We passed the bottle around in a circle with a rag, inhaling. The stuff burns. It's tough to inhale. Each person would sit on the rag for about half a minute, pour some fresh ether on it, and pass it on.
My first inhalation got me buzzing. By the time I'd finished sucking all the fumes off of the rag, I felt as if I was some kind of uber-drunk. I was dancing around and the room was spinning but I felt great. It wore off in about 10 minutes, and we went for another round. Each time the effects hit me harder. Jake, the crazy guy who was supplying the stuff, assured us all that we'd know when we had enough. This seemed true for everyone but myself. I wanted more and more. I was too fucked up to really care about stopping.
At about my tenth refill of the stuff, I just kept on the rag. I went outside to the porch with it and nobody was really paying attention. I wound up inhaling that shit for damn near half an hour straight. This is the part where I'm lucky I'm not dead. I had no comprehension of what I was doing, and there was no babysitter around to deal with that decision for me. Finally Jake found me slumped over in the corner of the porch with the rag on my face, giggling my ass off. Babysitters are important, especially with new drugs.
Jake took the bottle from me and hauled me back inside. Everyone was watching a skate video. My friend Joanna was really concerned, and she kept talking to me, but her voice was echoing so much that I couldn't understand a word of what she said. All the sounds in the room were echoing about a million times in my head. I was laughing my ass off, but my brain was calm. I was contemplating the fact that I could be dying, but it didn't seem like such a horrible thing. I wondered to myself if perhaps I'd given myself some kind of brain damage. As time passed, my thoughts got less and less coherent. I wound up with compeltely circular thinking; everything began to feel like deja-vu. I'd try to reason out what was happening around me, and after minutes of trying to use logic to sort it all out I'd wind up back at the original question I was asking. I couldn't remember how I got there but I remembered I'd already wondered this thing I was wondering. It was maddening.
Gradually I began seeing geometric spirals around my peripheral vision. It's the kind of pattern you see when you apply pressure to your eyelids when your eyes are closed. They closed in slowly until I was just sitting there on the floor, unable to see anything else. I remember thinking about this process and calmly realizing that I couldn't open my eyes. It felt like the section of my brain responsible for motor skills was having a seizure. I felt very calm through all of this, but it wasn't fun.
I passed out a while later. I felt really tired the next day and my thoughts were very scattered. That lasted for about 3 days.
I'd never do ether again... I feel like I've gotten my fill of it. It was a unique experience but inhalants aren't something I'd like to make a habit of. Since then I've always been sure to get someone I can trust to keep an eye on me if I'm trying something new. Before I started binging on that shit, I knew I only wanted a couple of huffs of it. As I got more and more fucked up, though, I became completely unaware of what I was doing. Be careful.
That's all :)