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I was home alone, looking for something to do. Since being home alone is boring for me, I usually nap or imbibe some kind of beverage. However, I was tapped out of everything I usually have. I searched my guest room, but, alas, I couldn't find anything left behind. I took the spare key and searched my neighbors’ medicine cabinet and the kitchen for any pills. They had Vicodin (also Sonata and Valium) but I thought they would notice if I took any. I finally found some Quaaludes (prescribed in 1983, one year before they were placed under Schedule I), and counted the ones left. It was the same number that they had a couple months before, so I decided nobody wouldn't notice if I took any. I took one at first, and kept the second one for a future date.
As soon as I took the first, I made a mixture of potassium chlorate and sugar, to make a neat reaction when burned. Once I lit it, it was quite entertaining, for it made about 2 roomfuls of smoke in my backyard. I wanted to have fun with some more explosives, so I went and got some fireworks. First, some Black Cats (nothing really impressive). They were very loud, due to an echoing effect, but I still proceeded with the next explosive, and M-800 (less than an M-80). Still, very un-impressive. Finally, I took a bottle rocket, and propped it on a boulder I was by. I aimed it at the neighbor's apple grove, and lit it. FUN! I then decided that it could easily be found, because of its size, so I began a trek down the hill towards where it landed (about a 1/4 mile). I found it almost immediately, and started back up.
By now, the drug had kicked in. I started going back up the hill, but I couldn't really remember the right way back up. I decided on a way, and it took about 20 minutes to get up. Coincidentally, it was the WRONG way, and I had to walk over dead shrubs and piles of trash to get back up the hill.
Now I was in my house, trying to get up the stairs. The effects at this point were like being drunk, without any nausea. I called my friend on the phone, and described to him how good I felt. At the time, it was the best I had ever felt in my entire life. My entire body was tingling, and all my muscles were more relaxed than they had ever been. I felt so good and my friend recommended that I lie down on my bed and hug a pillow. NOW I felt better than I had ever felt. Since I believe in God, we had a discussion about human existenc, and Buddhist and Christian principles, and the meaning of life. Surprisingly, I was quite well spoken, and I made myself more clear on my beliefs than I ever had before. He 'got' everything I was saying, nothing was too muddled or too complex, and what I was saying just seemed 'right'.
At this time, my friend was high on weed, so I decided to let him go have fun with that, and ended our conversation. By now (about 2 hours after I took the first pill) I felt like the effects were wearing off, so I took the second pill without thinking. BIG mistake, because it turns out the effects actually last 6-10 hours. About 10 minutes later I started feeling reeeally good. I was in Heaven. I couldn't really feel ANY part of my body (I actually ran over my toe with my rolling chair, and I didn't notice till this morning), and I had a perma-smile. I couldn't walk, talk, or type (I was talking to my friend on AIM and I spelled Quaalude with an 8!). I couldn't find any keys on the keyboard so I logged off. The effects at this point were a combination of weed, cocaine, alcohol and heroin. I was VERY sedated, without nausea or paranoia (like weed and alcohol), I felt warm and tingly all over, and my mind was totally out of it (heroin), and my face was so numb I wouldn't be able to tell the difference between a punch and a kiss (cocaine, but without the stimulation).
About half an hour later, I was stumbling all over my house, when I realized that I felt nauseous. 2 Minutes later, I was REALLY nauseous. I got a bucket, and seriously felt like I was going to puke. I got the strength to drink some Pepto Bismol, and the nausea went away in about 10 minutes. I was so tired that I closed my eyes, and I wasn't even awake long enough to hear my housekeeper come in. An hour or so later, someone came into my room and said something to me. I couldn't tell who it was, my housekeeper or my neighbor or my friend. About 10 seconds later I responded, 'Uhh...no...I did...'. I don't remember what happened next, but I went right back to sleep (this is about 6:30pm) and didn't wake up till about 6:00am this morning. I am still feeling some of the effects (my face nerves are not completely responsive).
I remember wishing that I had not taken that second pill, because as much as I tried, I could not overcome its effects, and the effects were just too strong. It would also help to have a person watch over me, so that I do not hurt myself. Being under the influence is like being a cripple while someone else is moving me. The body does what the mind tells it to, but it doesn't do it right.
When I woke up in the morning, I had very little recollection of any details that happened the night before. I found books papers and random stuff strewn all around the house, and when I fed my dogs, I spilt the food all over the floor, and didn't clean it up. Also it caused me to have diarrhea.
As soon as I took the first, I made a mixture of potassium chlorate and sugar, to make a neat reaction when burned. Once I lit it, it was quite entertaining, for it made about 2 roomfuls of smoke in my backyard. I wanted to have fun with some more explosives, so I went and got some fireworks. First, some Black Cats (nothing really impressive). They were very loud, due to an echoing effect, but I still proceeded with the next explosive, and M-800 (less than an M-80). Still, very un-impressive. Finally, I took a bottle rocket, and propped it on a boulder I was by. I aimed it at the neighbor's apple grove, and lit it. FUN! I then decided that it could easily be found, because of its size, so I began a trek down the hill towards where it landed (about a 1/4 mile). I found it almost immediately, and started back up.
By now, the drug had kicked in. I started going back up the hill, but I couldn't really remember the right way back up. I decided on a way, and it took about 20 minutes to get up. Coincidentally, it was the WRONG way, and I had to walk over dead shrubs and piles of trash to get back up the hill.
Now I was in my house, trying to get up the stairs. The effects at this point were like being drunk, without any nausea. I called my friend on the phone, and described to him how good I felt. At the time, it was the best I had ever felt in my entire life. My entire body was tingling, and all my muscles were more relaxed than they had ever been. I felt so good and my friend recommended that I lie down on my bed and hug a pillow. NOW I felt better than I had ever felt. Since I believe in God, we had a discussion about human existenc, and Buddhist and Christian principles, and the meaning of life. Surprisingly, I was quite well spoken, and I made myself more clear on my beliefs than I ever had before. He 'got' everything I was saying, nothing was too muddled or too complex, and what I was saying just seemed 'right'.
At this time, my friend was high on weed, so I decided to let him go have fun with that, and ended our conversation. By now (about 2 hours after I took the first pill) I felt like the effects were wearing off, so I took the second pill without thinking. BIG mistake, because it turns out the effects actually last 6-10 hours. About 10 minutes later I started feeling reeeally good. I was in Heaven. I couldn't really feel ANY part of my body (I actually ran over my toe with my rolling chair, and I didn't notice till this morning), and I had a perma-smile. I couldn't walk, talk, or type (I was talking to my friend on AIM and I spelled Quaalude with an 8!). I couldn't find any keys on the keyboard so I logged off. The effects at this point were a combination of weed, cocaine, alcohol and heroin. I was VERY sedated, without nausea or paranoia (like weed and alcohol), I felt warm and tingly all over, and my mind was totally out of it (heroin), and my face was so numb I wouldn't be able to tell the difference between a punch and a kiss (cocaine, but without the stimulation).
About half an hour later, I was stumbling all over my house, when I realized that I felt nauseous. 2 Minutes later, I was REALLY nauseous. I got a bucket, and seriously felt like I was going to puke. I got the strength to drink some Pepto Bismol, and the nausea went away in about 10 minutes. I was so tired that I closed my eyes, and I wasn't even awake long enough to hear my housekeeper come in. An hour or so later, someone came into my room and said something to me. I couldn't tell who it was, my housekeeper or my neighbor or my friend. About 10 seconds later I responded, 'Uhh...no...I did...'. I don't remember what happened next, but I went right back to sleep (this is about 6:30pm) and didn't wake up till about 6:00am this morning. I am still feeling some of the effects (my face nerves are not completely responsive).
I remember wishing that I had not taken that second pill, because as much as I tried, I could not overcome its effects, and the effects were just too strong. It would also help to have a person watch over me, so that I do not hurt myself. Being under the influence is like being a cripple while someone else is moving me. The body does what the mind tells it to, but it doesn't do it right.
When I woke up in the morning, I had very little recollection of any details that happened the night before. I found books papers and random stuff strewn all around the house, and when I fed my dogs, I spilt the food all over the floor, and didn't clean it up. Also it caused me to have diarrhea.
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