jjpivot
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During probably late fall of '11, my friend Z got some of the herbal blend stuff called 7H 4:20. It looked essentially like ground up Fruity Pebbles in color and almost texture, while having a fruity herbal taste, with a definite hint of some chemical. It didn't bother me because I, like everyone lately, know that it's just plant material sprayed with synthetic cannabanoids and/or other RC's. The bag was $50 an eighth but the stuff would last forever with the amounts needed to get high, though still prefer green immensely because come on, it's weed, it's the shit. Plus Z bought it, so though I wouldn't have minded to throw in money, it was free.
Before I get into the actual experiences, I've had ample experience with bud and alcohol, have tried MDMA once, and chronic once as well, I've had one dose of 260 mg of dxm hbr which did nothing, not that I had planned on doing it again anyway really even if it did, haha, I'm just glad I got tablets instead of drinking a bottle of cough syrup, that's just fuckin... Dumb, I guess. I've had moderate doses of Ambien roughly 5 times and a couple of minor opiates but nothing major. Nothin in the veins or ass and I'm iffy about my nose, but I've done a few pills through insufflation. I won't do really addictive shit or body harming shit, but that's just how I am about shit.
So Z and I had smoked a couple of hits out of her bong (which is now mine coincidentally, she gave it to me) and felt pretty cool. We had also smoked a bit after getting stoned on some flame golden goat. I noticed a vibrancy to life, a definite mild cartoonish perception, color and thought pattern were for the most part very nice and enjoyable, nothing I'd call a real visual but just an awesome vibrancy to color. No noticeable negative sluggish or disjointed after-effects, and it lasted probably 30-45 minutes, maybe an hour. One night while Z was over my other mutual friend K came over as well, but this time my house was on the down-low because of the houseguests so we went out into the garage, an occasional hangout of my good friends and mine. With her bong, we smoked easily more than me and Z had before because Z had to leave with half of it and we didn't have enough for two very fun experiences. In the end, we opted for one VERY good experience.
About 5 seconds after my first huge dragon rip, I could feel a rush to the back of my head and an airiness. It was nice. We continued smoking until out set pile was done, then Z decided to make K's first experience really good, as it would probably be his last for awhile. 1 and a half bong packs later we rolled inside feeling really really good but acting chill not attracting any attention. I went to the bathroom and when I finished and went to wash my hands, I saw my face in the mirror. It was very different than normally looking into the mirror normally is, because I saw my face objectively. Seeing my face, KNOWING it was my face and me, but seeing it as if I were seeing one of my friends in school, the less deep recognition. It was as if I wasn't looking into my own eyes although I knew I definitely was. I noticed how weird my facial expressions could get for a moment just fucking around, then left the bathroom to be confronted by a mound of dishes in the kitchen.
I instinctively walked over to the dishes and began washing them. I noticed certain, not crazily pronounced thoughts, but definitely different than normal thought patterns. Halfway through washing them, though, I realized that the dishes were amazingly simulated after they were washed. I saw them in the left side of the sink and on the left counter, normal dishes, and after I wash them they become animated like a higher resolution of Skyrim. It was pretty interesting, and definitely amused me when I had a sink of normal dishes to my left and a dish strainer to my right organized with perfect simulated plates and cups and silverware. I finished that and went back to my room, where K and Z were hanging to their and my hidden dismay, with the houseguests who were being avoided.
~Ten minutes after my arrival, the houseguests left my room and we locked the door, me and Z breathing a sigh of relief. K was still a bit uneasy though. We threw on a movie, I can't remember exactly which one, I was too busy fixing on my awkward depth perception at the time and how it changed their faces and bodily distortions. Out of nowhere, though, K leaned forward and vomited on the floor. He then proceeded to stare at it. After 3 minutes he was able to say "call the police", but Z expressed concern because there was no real cause and we had weed and bongs... So yeah, we didn't call the police but after I cleaned it he managed to vomit again, making me laugh and clean it again. It made me much more agitated and anxious when shit got stressful and my experience in the mirror could be attributed to alot of herbal blends having dissosiatives sprayed on them, in unmeasured doses. I would attempt it again, but probably would not spend my own money on it, and though I know K2 and Spice can fuck you up, I dunno if this stuff is bad for you too... Either way, it was alright and a nice experience, just decided to drop it down cuz I had some time, some green, and some motivation (oh shit, I already said green!
).
Before I get into the actual experiences, I've had ample experience with bud and alcohol, have tried MDMA once, and chronic once as well, I've had one dose of 260 mg of dxm hbr which did nothing, not that I had planned on doing it again anyway really even if it did, haha, I'm just glad I got tablets instead of drinking a bottle of cough syrup, that's just fuckin... Dumb, I guess. I've had moderate doses of Ambien roughly 5 times and a couple of minor opiates but nothing major. Nothin in the veins or ass and I'm iffy about my nose, but I've done a few pills through insufflation. I won't do really addictive shit or body harming shit, but that's just how I am about shit.
So Z and I had smoked a couple of hits out of her bong (which is now mine coincidentally, she gave it to me) and felt pretty cool. We had also smoked a bit after getting stoned on some flame golden goat. I noticed a vibrancy to life, a definite mild cartoonish perception, color and thought pattern were for the most part very nice and enjoyable, nothing I'd call a real visual but just an awesome vibrancy to color. No noticeable negative sluggish or disjointed after-effects, and it lasted probably 30-45 minutes, maybe an hour. One night while Z was over my other mutual friend K came over as well, but this time my house was on the down-low because of the houseguests so we went out into the garage, an occasional hangout of my good friends and mine. With her bong, we smoked easily more than me and Z had before because Z had to leave with half of it and we didn't have enough for two very fun experiences. In the end, we opted for one VERY good experience.
About 5 seconds after my first huge dragon rip, I could feel a rush to the back of my head and an airiness. It was nice. We continued smoking until out set pile was done, then Z decided to make K's first experience really good, as it would probably be his last for awhile. 1 and a half bong packs later we rolled inside feeling really really good but acting chill not attracting any attention. I went to the bathroom and when I finished and went to wash my hands, I saw my face in the mirror. It was very different than normally looking into the mirror normally is, because I saw my face objectively. Seeing my face, KNOWING it was my face and me, but seeing it as if I were seeing one of my friends in school, the less deep recognition. It was as if I wasn't looking into my own eyes although I knew I definitely was. I noticed how weird my facial expressions could get for a moment just fucking around, then left the bathroom to be confronted by a mound of dishes in the kitchen.
I instinctively walked over to the dishes and began washing them. I noticed certain, not crazily pronounced thoughts, but definitely different than normal thought patterns. Halfway through washing them, though, I realized that the dishes were amazingly simulated after they were washed. I saw them in the left side of the sink and on the left counter, normal dishes, and after I wash them they become animated like a higher resolution of Skyrim. It was pretty interesting, and definitely amused me when I had a sink of normal dishes to my left and a dish strainer to my right organized with perfect simulated plates and cups and silverware. I finished that and went back to my room, where K and Z were hanging to their and my hidden dismay, with the houseguests who were being avoided.
~Ten minutes after my arrival, the houseguests left my room and we locked the door, me and Z breathing a sigh of relief. K was still a bit uneasy though. We threw on a movie, I can't remember exactly which one, I was too busy fixing on my awkward depth perception at the time and how it changed their faces and bodily distortions. Out of nowhere, though, K leaned forward and vomited on the floor. He then proceeded to stare at it. After 3 minutes he was able to say "call the police", but Z expressed concern because there was no real cause and we had weed and bongs... So yeah, we didn't call the police but after I cleaned it he managed to vomit again, making me laugh and clean it again. It made me much more agitated and anxious when shit got stressful and my experience in the mirror could be attributed to alot of herbal blends having dissosiatives sprayed on them, in unmeasured doses. I would attempt it again, but probably would not spend my own money on it, and though I know K2 and Spice can fuck you up, I dunno if this stuff is bad for you too... Either way, it was alright and a nice experience, just decided to drop it down cuz I had some time, some green, and some motivation (oh shit, I already said green!
).