DOSE: T+ 0:00	repeated	smoked	Tobacco - Cigarettes
T+ 0:00	1 line	insufflated	2C-B	(powder / crystals)
T+ 0:00	repeated	oral	Alcohol - Beer/Wine
T+ 0:30		smoked	Cannabis
T+ 0:30		smoked	Tobacco
T+ 0:00	2 mg	oral	Pharms - Clonazepam
T+ 0:00		oral	2C-B
T+ 0:00	1 mg	oral	Pharms - Clonazepam
T+ 0:00		oral	Caffeine	(liquid)

BODY WEIGHT:

55 kg

I first started using drugs when I was 15. I started with weed and hash, but gradually tried other substances. I have the most experience with psychedelics (psilocybin atlantis, 25c-NBOMe, 25i-NBOMe, 2C-B). I have also tried amphetamines, MDMA, ecstasy, and various pharmaceuticals (valium, Zoloft, Rivotril, Ritalin, Subutex, and various others that I do not know what they were).

The following report is of my experience one Friday night with three friends, A, M and R. We had a large amount of pure 2C-B powder, a lot of beer, some weed, and five Rivotril (clonazepam). Some of my dosages are estimates as we had to eyeball the 2C-B, but I’m fairly certain that I’m close enough to the amount I took.

I had not taken anything else that day, but for the past week I had been taking at least 2mg clonazepam each day, and had also tripped on 2C-B with A four days prior. I was completely sober when we began, and had nothing negative on my mind. We agreed to meet up at A’s apartment at approximately 1800. M, R, and I arrived at the agreed time, but A was elsewhere, so we had to wait for about fifteen minutes before he arrived. We decided to start drinking, and by the time A arrived we had already all had two beers and a couple cigarettes.

Once we got into the apartment and settled down for an enjoyable evening, I proceeded to cut two lines of 2C-B. R and I were going to insufflate, whereas M and A were going to parachute (swallow) their dosages. I lined up what I guessed to be one 50mg line, and one 40mg line. I took the 50mg line, and R took his 40mg line. Meanwhile, M and A measured out what they guessed to be two 50mg dosages, and swallowed them wrapped in rizla paper. We continued to drink and smoke cigarettes afterwards.

Naturally, R and I had a faster come up because of the insufflation, but R and I were more focused on the pain in our noses and sinuses. 2C-B is a very painful drug to insufflate, and most people I know agree that it is the MOST painful they have sniffed. M used to be a meth addict, and he said that 2C-B is more painful than meth.

Roughly 30 minutes after our initial dosage, R and I were definitely noticing effects. M and A were noticing mild effects, but not any visuals. R and I had both open and closed eye visuals. At this point R and I decided to take some bong hits to see if it would strengthen our psychedelic experience. Where I live it is common to mix weed and hash with tobacco, whether it be for bong hits, in a joint, or any other method other than eating. The process is referred to as “mekking”, and as I was mekking, I was amazed by how beautiful the buds were. I spent a good 5 minutes just looking at the weed, much to R’s annoyance as he was eager to smoke. I’ve always loved how weed looks, but I’ve never seen it look quite as beautiful as I did right then. When I finally finished mekking, I loaded up a bong hit for myself and smoked the whole bowl. As soon as I exhaled I felt a tingling feeling in my entire body, and sat back on the sofa with my eyes closed, enjoying the closed eye visuals. At this point I was definitely at a +++. R took his bong hit and experienced something fairly similar. We took another hit each, and left some of the mekk for later.

Shortly after the second bong hit, R went into another room to be alone with his thoughts, but M, A and I decided to take some clonazepam. We each took one 2mg pill, and continued to drink beer and smoke cigarettes. We were laughing a lot, and I distinctly remember wanting to go outside onto the balcony for a cigarette, which I did. To my surprise, R was there, despite me not seeing him go from the bedroom through the living room onto the balcony. He was looking at a tree in A’s garden, and commented on how he could see very strong tracers as the wind blew through the pine needles. We each had a cigarette and shared some thoughts on the visuals. At this point, R started to bad trip. I don’t remember exactly, but I think I threw up a little bit off the balcony, and this caused R to become nauseous so he returned to the bedroom. Once I composed myself and went back into the living room, M and A were measuring up some more doses of 2C-B.

I do not know how much M and A took, but they gave me a rizla paper with what I eyeballed to be about 50mg of 2C-B. I swallowed it happily with some beer, and the three of us continued to laugh at random nonsense and talk about whatever.

I started to worry slightly about R, who is my best friend and has been for some time. I went to the bedroom to see if he was all right, and he was sitting on the bed talking to himself. I asked him if he was ok, he said no, so I offered him half a clonazepam. R had not taken clonazepam prior to this experience. He took one half (1mg) and I took the other. He immediately felt better, despite obviously not getting any effect from the clonazepam, and we shared some emotional “bro-like” feelings. After about 10 minutes we returned to the living room.

From here my memory starts to get quite blurry. I remember short periods of 5 or 10 minutes, where I usually have a cigarette, a beer, or both in my hand(s). The longest period that I remember is when A tells me that he is going to the nearby gas station to buy some more cigarettes, and says I’m coming with him. I naturally agree, eager to get outside and stretch my legs a bit. The walk to the gas station only takes a few minutes, but it felt like mere seconds. I looked at the clock and saw it was about 1AM. Luckily the gas station was open 24/7. As A bought his cigarettes, I was looking at the chocolate bars they had on offer, but I was constantly watching the cashier out of the corner of my eye. I kept thinking that the cashier was actually M, but that didn’t make any sense because we had just left M at the apartment. How could he possibly have gotten to the gas station and changed his clothes before we got there? He didn’t even work there, what on earth was he doing there? We left the gas station, and I asked A if M was the cashier. He just laughed at me and said “man, you’re tripping pretty hard.”

When we returned, I really wanted a few more bong hits, but noticed all the mekk was gone. I assumed we had smoked it, so I mekked up some more. This time, however, all four of us took at least one bong hit. After that I can’t remember much. Suddenly I was lying on the floor, and A, M and R were discussing transgenderism. I couldn’t help but laugh. Then suddenly I was sitting on the sofa again, and A stuck the bong in front of me, fully loaded, and told me to take the hit. He even lit it for me and held the kick (the small hole in some bongs that you release so you get all the smoke) for me. Then my memory went black again.

R had to go home, so I said I’d walk him to the bus stop, but forgot to bring a jacket. At this point it was about 3AM, and obviously very cold outside, so I kept thinking about how cold I was. I told him I was sorry but I had to go back to the apartment because I was so damn cold. He said that was okay, and told me he had had a great time. We hugged and I told him how much he meant to me, he told me the same. Then we parted ways with a good old-fashioned brofist.

When I returned to the apartment I suddenly remembered I had a large red bull in the fridge! I was euphoric at the idea of drinking and enjoying this red bull. As I drank the red bull and smoked my umpteenth cigarette of the evening, I felt at peace with myself. I knew the night was soon over, and I knew I had enjoyed myself very much. After I finished the red bull I took another clonazepam (as did A and M, I think), and went to the bedroom to lie on the bed with the lights off and enjoy whatever visuals decided to bless me with their presence. Shortly afterwards M decided to go home, so he came into the bedroom to say goodbye to me. We shook hands and he left. A then came into the bedroom and lay on the floor. A and I shared the last cigarette in the apartment, and lay there for some time. I got up to take a piss, and looked around the apartment for anything that hadn’t been taken yet. I couldn’t find anything worth taking, drinking or smoking, so I returned to the bed and passed out.

I awoke the next morning with very little hangover effects, only mild muscle aches in my legs. A was sleeping on the sofa in the living room (I had no idea how he got there from the floor in the bedroom), so I gathered everything in the apartment that could be panted (where I live, all bottles and cans have a small refund if you recycle them, this recycle money is called pant), panted them at the nearby store, and bought some cigarettes. Once A awoke, we discussed the enjoyable evening, and he answered a lot of my questions about what happened during my moments of non-remembrance.
All in all it was a fantastic experience.

Exp Year: 2014	ExpID: 103097
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 19
Published: Aug 15, 2019	Views: 723
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