Throwing Rocks
By Dr. George
I had just spent the whole day with my girlfriend, her tripping on a first
plateau DXM trip, and it brought me to thinking about DXM again. Later on,
I decided I'd go for it, and did an Agent Lemon extraction. I was about to
drink it when my phone rang - my friends had some bud and wanted me to go
meet 'em at the subway station. Like I'm gonna say no?
So I run down to the station, jar of agent lemon in hand. I meet with my
friends, and its obvious they're all really, really stoned. We head off
into the night.
First stop: convenience store, they've got cottonmouth and munchies, and I
want some OJ to mix into the agent lemon. I buy my box of juice and
wander around, watching them... one of them, G, can't figure out how to
work the slushie machine. He's just standing there, waiting for it to start.
I explain the machine to him.
We head out to a little park, they eat/drink their various items, ask me
questions about the DXM, with which they're quite unfamiliar. A few offers
to buy it, but I decline. I dump in the OJ, guzzle a pint (500 mL) mason
jar down in one go, throw the jar across the park, and chug OJ to try to
get rid of the awful taste.
Second stop: coffee shop, for sandwiches. On the way in, P hands me a dime
wrapped in aluminum foil, which I slip into a plastic chewing tobacco
container that I keep my pipe screens and roaches in. When they finish
eating, we go out and look for somewhere to smoke some of it. We go over
to a construction site and light up.
We're wandering back towards the station (it's getting late, they gotta
head out) and I turn to G and go "wanna run?" So we take off running for
a little bit, then stop and turn around to let the others catch up. A cop
car goes RIGHT past. I'm laughing about how close that was, when they
start to pull into the gas station right head. Spooky - I don't like being
anywhere near even that close to cops. Then, the car stops right in front
of us. We all think, simultaneously, "Oh fuck." I pull out the plastic box
with the screens and bud and toss it aside.
The cops get out, come over, ask us where we've been, where we're going,
say some bullshit about 5 guys throwing rocks at windows, ask us for ID,
grill me on my out-of-province driver's license, test us by making us
point to the street we said we were coming from, just generally try to
catch us on whatever they could. We're all scared out of our minds.
Everyone's quite stoned, I'm starting to feel the DXM... I'm glad it was
dark, so they couldn't spot my bright red eyes and giant pupils. Eventually,
they decide to leave us alone and drive off. We head to the station,
I see them off (I live in the area, and I'm going home) and on the way
back I pull out a nickle and start tossing it in the air and catching
it. Then, as I get to the spot where I dropped the box of bud, I miss it,
bend over, and pick both up.
On the way home, I just feel euphoric... I'm thinking that I hit first
plateau instead of the second I was aiming for, except first doesn't
usually feel this good. Anyway, I get home, head to the computer, chat for
a bit, then I look at my keyboard... oh god, my perceptions of distance
are totally gone. My keyboard looks one dimensional and really far away.
Getting tracers, robowalking.. great fun! I head off to bed, and I'm unable
to focus on my clock... no matter how hard I try, it stays blurry and
doubled up. Suddenly, I crawl around in my bed so only my feet are sticking
out of the blankets. It's a nice feeling, but the visuals in the
darkness are too much for me right now, and I switch back around and go to
sleep.
I wake up at about 9:30, bit of a hangover - moving feels strange, and I'm
walking a lil weird. My best DXM trip so far.