Exam Week, Part 1: English
By Dr. George.
It was 10:30. I had just finished my English exam and me and TC wanted
something to do. I picked up $20 of bud from another friend
and me and TC retired to my place to smoke some and study a bit for an
exam the next week. After a while he decides he wants to try Nitrous
and we head over to the grocery store and buy 4 cans of whipped cream.
When we get back home, we smoke some more (Nitrous is better on top
of another substance) then I inhale my 2 cans. My whole body goes numb,
it feels like a DXM trip compressed into about 30 seconds. Then we
sat around smoking weed (and he smoked a bit of salvia, his first
time) and studying until about 6:30 when he suggests we do some DXM.
We load the cans into a plastic bag and head to the pharmacy, leaving
them along the way.
Inside we buy two 250 mL (750 mg of dxm) bottles of syrup, go home, and
do an Agent Lemon extraction on about 450 mL of it. We then split this
in half, drink it in juice, and head out to the park to let it kick in.
This is at about 7:30.
We sat in the swings at the park, chatting and waiting for it to kick in.
It hit him a few minutes before me. He was feeling sick, so we smoked a
small bowl of bud and sat on a bench. Then we found a patch of grass among
all the snow on the ground and called it The Boat. From there, we screamed
commands "Shoot that submarine, Dr. George!" with him as The Captain and me
as Dr. George. We then headed towards a small bank that would probably be
quiet at this time of night, to warm up a little.
He was having a lot of problems by now, and I was feeling it mildly. He
tried to vomit a few times, with no success. When we were at the edge
of the park and almost at the bank, he decided that he was too fucked to
go inside, so we sat down on a bench covered in posters advertising a
Phish movie. I was definately feeling it now, and we decided to start
heading back to my place. We walked along a main road, past a family
(I said loud things about how hard it was to walk in the icy, deep snow
to account for our robowalking.) We were almost at my place when we
changed our minds and wandered over to our school.
From there we went towards a Coffee Time to get something to drink. I
don't remember the journey from the school parking lot to the
intersection near the coffee shop. Once we got there, crossing the
street was when my perceptions started getting distorted. The road
seemed closer than it should've been (like I was too short), as well
as slightly humped, and shorter across. We got to Coffee Time and
were about to enter when I saw a man inside staring at us. Were we
walking weird? I walked past the place and told TC about the man.
"Yeah, I know, I can't go in there," he said. Instead, I suggested
I get us something from a convenience store. He agreed, and put in
an order for some salt and vinegar chips. He gave me two loonies
(Canadian $1 coins) and a penny. I thought he gave me a penny and
a dime, because the penny on its own felt much too heavy. I entered and
immediately slammed my hand into the drink cooler near the door to
support myself.
Hoping I looked casual, I opened the cooler and pulled out two bottles
of water - two different brands. I put one, a shitty one made by
Coca-Cola, back and got two of the other one. I put these down on the
counter, and the man asked me for two dollars and extended his hand.
I had the two loonies in my hand, so I put my hand out and angled it
down so they would slide off onto his hand. They didn't. So, I lifted
my elbow up, up, up until they slid off.
I realized I'd fucked up. I was acting very weird. I grabbed the
bottles and headed for the door. "Do you need a bag?" I went into
auto-response mode: "No, thanks." Outside.
It was snowing, a fantastic sight because I was underneath an overhang
so the snow was a wall in front of me. I gave TC his bottle, which he
complained about (he'd asked for chips - I completely ignored that.)
Around this point is when we got seriously into the paranoia. We both
thought that absolutely everyone was a narc, about to haul us in for
being loaded up with drugs. The DXM, as a legal, over-the-counter
substance, wasn't much of a criminal issue - but intoxication in public
could win us an overnight stay, or parental trouble. Plus, I was
carrying cannabis and paraphenalia.
He wanted pizza. We went back out to the main street to go to the
pizza place. Whenever I enter a store on DXM, the transition from
the outside to the closed space is too hard for me to handle. My
perceptions outside are okay, but inside they are absolutely insane.
We went in and I tried my absolute best to sat down. I couldn't open
my water. He went to order.
"Two pepperonies please."
"Two pepperonies?"
"Two pepperonies."
He paid with a $10 I'd lent him, stuffed the change into his pocket,
and came to sit across from me. We were both majorly twisted, and
one of the guys at the back was both on the phone and watching us.
I thought about suggesting that we get up and leave, but I realized
that would look much worse, to leave without his food. So I thought
about just leaving myself, but I decided against it. A siren. Shit!
They're onto us! A fire engine tears past. Whew.
We get the slices and leave. Another siren, coming closer. A
different one... not a fire engine. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. I
can see red, white and blue lights flashing up ahead. It's a fire
department van. Whew again.
We walk back to my place. Upon entering, my mother comes to the front
hallway and talks to us. He goes downstairs, but she wants to talk to
me. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I can't do this - she looks 4 feet tall. And
she's wearing a pink sweater. He described her as looking like a
gremlin later. She was asking about the two pitchers of juice
downstairs (that we'd used to get down the agent lemon.) She wants
them cleaned up, I think. I agree with everything, unable to make
eye contact so I keep my head down. I escape as soon as possible,
get downstairs, and realize I feel really hot. He does too. We go
into the bathroom to wash our faces with some cold water. We go
back down the hall into my room and I lie on the couch, shivering.
After some prodding he closes the window and I go and lie in my bed.
I close my eyes. I THINK I fell asleep here, but very little time
passed, so I'm not sure. Fuck, this trip is lasting forever. This
is the most I've ever taken... no idea how long to expect it to last.
8 hours? I ask how long it's been since we took it. Only 3 hours!
Jesus. He says he's not feeling it much any more. I am definately
still feeling it. The world looks like it's got lines going through
it, like a spreadsheet, and yawning made me feel like I was going
to throw up, though I didn't (I almost always do with DXM...)
I don't remember much post this, but I gradually came down watching
him play Super Mario Land. We smoked some more reefer at around 5
hours, and it brought the effects back a little, but the very potent
bud easily overpowered the DXM. At about 2:30 am we were burned out
enough to sleep.
Woke up at about 10 am, a bit hungover (yawning makes my whole body
feel really weird, though not sick any more.)