DOSE:

2 hits

25C-NBOMe

BODY WEIGHT:

300 lb

I'm writing this report to urge people to treat this drug and similar drugs with respect and caution. I had a buddy in town for the weekend and we both decided to do two hits each of 25C-NBOMe. I had tripped on this substance two times recently before this particular day. Both times I had only taken one hit and both times were pleasant experiences. Since my friend had only tripped once before on 25i and had only taken one hit that time, I didn't think it was a great idea for him to take two hits but that's what he wanted to do so I didn't mention it. I wish I would have.

So we dropped around 1 in the afternoon. The come up on this drug is similar to 25i in that I feel anxious. After about 45 minutes the trip began.

We started the trip off by listening to some music and eating some pizza. Things were going good so far and I started to notice the familiar breathing visuals that come with this drug. After about 30 minutes my friend's behavior began to become strange. He had talked to his sister on the phone before we tripped and he told me that something she had said to him on the phone now suddenly made sense. He said that she had told him that there was a connection between brothers and sisters, especially when tripping. He then called her back and began talking to her. Since I didn't know what she had said to him, I just figured that she said something to mess with him since she knew he was going to be tripping. My friend has always been kind of loud while on the phone, so I told him to take the call in my bedroom. While he was on the phone and I began playing video games.

Eventually my friend got off the phone and came back into the living room where I was still playing video games. He kept wanting to talk about this connection he had to his sister and since I couldn't really relate I just told him 'that's cool man'. He called his sister again after about 15 minutes and talked to her again in my bedroom.

When he came out again I asked if he wanted to listen to music. He said sure but kept talking about what his sister had said and how he finally understood tripping. I told him that there really wasn't much to understand and he seemed frustrated by the fact that I wasn't appreciating his revelation like he was. We listened to music for a little while and he decided to call his sister again. This time it was different. I noticed that he was becoming agitated and was raising his voice to her. I don't know what he was saying, but he was yelling. I went to my bedroom and told him that he shouldn't be talking to his sister right now and asked if I could hold onto his phone for him. Surprisingly, he agreed. I took the phone I told her that I was going to be hanging on to his phone for him. She said that he was tripping really hard and that I needed to calm him down.

After I got off the phone with her I told my friend that we were just going to stay in my bedroom and listen to music for a while. He agreed but kept trying to talk to me about his family. He was saying that he understood why things had happened the way that they had. He kept telling me that I didn't understand. I just agreed, since I truly didn't understand. I told him that he shouldn't be thinking about his family at the time and that we should just enjoy the trip and enjoy some music. He agreed and I began playing music.

After a few minutes of playing music my friend got very excited and claimed that he needed to leave the room. I know how that can be while tripping so I said okay and we went to the living room. He put his shoes on and got his keys out of his pocket. I asked him what he was doing and he said he needed to leave. I told him that there was no way that he was leaving the apartment. He agreed and we went back to my bedroom.

I turned on music and told him to just lay on my bed and relax. He did for a moment but again he got up and began talking about his family. He was borderline yelling every time he said anything and I had to keep frequently reminding him that I had neighbors and that he shouldn't be yelling. This went on for about 20 minutes. Eventually he yelled that he needed to get out of the room and he dashed for my bedroom door and rushed out of my apartment's front door. I told him to get back in the apartment and he did. Yet again we went back to my room. By this point I knew something was very wrong with my friend, but I really didn't know what to do. I was tripping too and I just figured if I could keep him calm for the next few hours that we would be fine. I locked my bedroom door this time for fear of him leaving the apartment.

To save time I'll say that over the next 30 minutes or so my friend alternated between calmly listening to music on my bed and making insane dashes towards my door. Each time I would stop him. But one of the times he put a hole in my wall and another time he made it out of the door and I had to tackle him to the ground. Every time I tried to calm him down and reassure him that he was on a drug and that it would be over in a few hours, he would respond with something like 'If I'm quiet, then they'll leave us alone?' Basically he was experiencing mass paranoia. He thought that he was dying and he wanted his phone so that he could call his mother. I told him that I wouldn't let him talk to his mom at that time for obvious reasons.

This is where the story gets pretty dark, so brace yourselves.

My friend yelled hysterically that he needed to get out of the room and I told him that I couldn't let him out because he would try to leave the apartment. He looked toward my window and went towards it and threw himself at it once. It didn't do anything. I tried to grab his arm and stop him but he shook me off and went for the window a second time. This time he smashed through my third-story window and went flying down to the ground. I was terrified. I thought one of my best friends had just died. I looked out the window and I saw him getting up. I couldn't believe it. I heard a group of guys calling to him and making their way towards him. I thought about going downstairs but I was honestly terrified at this point. I knew that the people who found him were going to call 911 and I knew that my friend was better off with a group of sober guys than with me so I just waited until the cops came. They ended up rushing my friend to a large hospital because he had a broken rib and some pretty nasty lacerations. He got incredibly lucky.

I can't tell you how horrific this was, to see someone I've known for almost ten years behave that way and to be tripping yourself while it is happening. The bottom line here is that if you are going to do a drug like this, that you need to A. know your limitations and B. have some people there that are sober that can help if something goes wrong. I hope this sheds some light on the dangers of these kinds of drugs. Sure, they can be fun and they aren't all bad but you need to know the risks. Even if you've never had a bad trip and you've always been control of your own mind like myself, you have to realize that you can't control other people and bad things can still happen.

Exp Year: 2013	ExpID: 101597
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 23
Published: Sep 6, 2016	Views: 3,176
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