02-13-2006, 10:07 PM
Although I told myself I wouldn't rail adderall in consecutive(sp?) weeks, a combination of a bad weekend and a lack of coke led me back to it (I didn't want to use it in consecutive weeks, especially railing it, because last weekend I ended up worribly sick afterwards). After taking 30mg orally before walking a couple miles in the snow due to lazyness of the plow man, I arrived at my friend/godbrothers house and me and my friend glenn each railed 30 mg (would have parachuted but fear a broken parachute in my throat or mouth more than I hate the aftereffects of railing adderall). For some reason, neither of us were feeling it very heavily (probably because I took about 105mg last week). This pissed me off and I decided that no matter what I was gonna get messed up somehow, so I hit up my local RiteAid and got my DXM. When I got back to the house, I took 15 pills and waited with my drunk godbrother for the effects to kick in. I hadn't eaten since breakfast that day (downside of amphetamines) and had a feeling that the DXM would accordingly kick in hard and fast. After about 25 minutes, I started to feel the onset and took the other 5 pills. Originally, everything was going pretty well. There was an incident where my godbrother kept having to pull me away from the window because of something about a tree covered in snow and me screaming that its paper and clouds and something (im not completely sure of all the details but I know I was getting on his nerves and bringing down his buzz). I also kept going into my other godbrothers room while he was asleep and "raving" to all the music in his room (I luckily didn't wake him up). This good part lasted for a good 10-15 minutes until it hit hard. At this point I began vigorously "feeling on" my hair because it felt good and warm. But soon it began to feel hotter and hotter until I began to try to pull it out and claiming that it was conspiring(sp?) against me along with the evil "square man." Then the vomiting began. I probably threw up atleast 10 times before I returned to normal, and according to the drunk one it sounded violent and made him almost throw up. I was feeling like shit and wondering whether I would make it through the night. I really wanted to go to sleep but because of the adderall, my efforts were futile. So I began to draw and by the end of the trip had drawn on maybe 10-15 pages. If anyone wants to see these (they arent very good but are quite entertaining) I can post them next time I go to my godbrothers' house. Also at some point my contacts were bothering me and I felt that I could "fight their evil by making them art," and thus stuck them to a sheet of paper until they dried (waste of money that was). Another thing odd with this trip was that normally I strive to be outside and around alot of people, but on this trip I faked being asleep so I wouldn't have to talk to people at one point. I think that I pretty much captured the experience, but it was horrible and I wouldnt recomend it to anyone.