When I Was 16 I Took Too Much Too Fast...
Citation: CrypticAngel. "When I Was 16 I Took Too Much Too Fast...: An Experience with DOB & MDMA (exp109660)". Erowid.org. Dec 21, 2016. erowid.org/exp/109660
When I was 16, I took nine 'hits' of DOB, a giant diamond shaped pill I was told was 'molly', and had several rips out of a roor before heading out to a concert.
I did this because we had been taking DOB, which we were told was LSD but after a couple months our plug came clean and told us what was what, for several months now and as we were young and wanted to push things we thought, hey, why not, lets eat a giant postal stamp of this shit...
Bad idea. Good idea? It's been over 14 years. My friends and I are A OK. I've had a great life since then. But anyway...
We ate the stuff and took some rips out of the bong and headed to the show. I'll never forget that bitter taste; like a metallic cherry.
The molly hit first, along with the initial visual effects of the DOB. As my friend drove along I looked out at the clouds and saw them burst into rainbows. Like someone was kneading dough out of rainbow batter. This is when I began to feel disassociated from the world, like I was passing into a dream.
At the show, we waited for the band to start. It was a jam band (I hate jam bands, now) and so I wasn't the only one spinning out. I was really spun, already. I was literally walking in circles. The people around me were objects in space. I was afraid.
The panic built up and I just reacted, screaming 'I don't know what I'm looking at!' as loud as I've ever screamed before in my life. Just then, the band came on. People seemed to be cheering me on. Psychedelics were welcome, here.
This was probably +2.5 hours after ingesting everything. I was peaking; we knew the DOB had a late peak, but we'd never taken so much before... usually, we'd take two of these things, and it'd be edgy... once, I'd taken four, and it was very confusing. I'd taken nine, on top of what I believe was a massive dose of MDMA. Plus the kush. It was too much, too fast.
I was good, though. I just fell back into the audience and spun around and let them pass me here and there. It felt amazing.
Then I was flung into an older kid (I can't believe this was just high school) who wore cowboy boots and was more of a drinker and cocaine/benzo guy than me and my 'psychedelic' friend group, who must have felt dishonored by my flailing limbs and ecstatic laughter, reared back and came forth with a punch straight into the map of yours truly.
I fell back and came forth and pushed him back and then ran away. I dived under the legs of the audience as if I were going for a swim. I pulled myself along on the floor by grabbing the legs of those around me.
My friend, K, picked me up and took me up an aisle to address my behavior. I laughed at her and pulled her skirt and I remember suggesting we fuck there and then. She scolded me and I laughed at her and leapt back into the crowd...
By this point I was an insane person.
The bouncers came after me, and I wriggled out of many a choke hold before they piled on top of me outside. I wriggled out of this somehow and climbed on top of a vehicle out front. I have a memory of calling my pursuers assholes and then puking on top of the van... I then apologized and came down.
The police came and threw me in the back of a squad car. I tried to kick out the windows. They took me out and put me in an ambulance, instead.
I harrassed the police officers and told them that I was a British subject (I'm American) and that I'd never join in their filthy war in Iraq-- I affected a British accent and told them that I had diplomatic immunity, which drew some laughs. I told a female cop to suck my dick, and then the paramedic said, 'OK-- that's enough' and stuck me with what I think was valium.
I went under and was in my room in my parents' house, reading a book that detailed the action of what was happening, and text was appearing before my field of vision; I read the lines that described the ambulance and the kid and the cops and the paramedics and what they all said, and their laughter, and I read that the kid in the ambulance believed that this was just something he was reading in a book and that none of it was actually happening, but that it was, indeed, happening, which brought me up from under the drug screaming 'fuck youuuuu'...
At which the paramedics said, 'jesus christ' and stuck me yet again with what I believe was valium or some kind of benzo.
I woke up when the stretcher hit the asphalt outside the emergency room and then fell back under.
I woke up in a cot in the ER, four different fields of vision spinning in four different directions, cathetered. A woman was moaning in pain in the bed next to mine. I was very, very confused. I took my catheter out; pain seemed irrelevant.
I couldn't recognize my mom when she came in. She helped me to the bathroom. After I used the toilet, I knew who she was, and I had a dim premonition that I'd done something very, very stupid.
The car ride home was silent. I remembered what happened, bit by bit, and told my mother-- 'I took too much acid, and we took ecstasy, too. Someone punched me. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry,' and she said 'it's OK, be quiet, don't worry, you need to rest; we'll talk about this later.' My mother was and is the most selfless angel on this planet.
For the next couple days I was 'grounded', and humbled... I stuck close to my mother. I went to the grocery store the next day, this would be +24 hours after taking the nine hits of DOB and the MDMA diamond. With every step I heard a silver bell ring in my heel... there is no other way to describe it.
I then went swimming. I closed my eyes underwater and clawed my way through the rainbow clouds... I saw a neighborhood friend, and he offered to smoke me out, and I declined... I fucked up. I needed to be a good boy, now.
I did my homework and went to bed and slept 12 hours.
DOB is too speedy to take a lot of, unlike LSD. My friends came out OK; I think my brain's chemistry was off that night, because the night before I had done a lot of ambien.
Note: I'm OK. I've had a great life... My life is pretty great. I'm grateful to have had such a good mother, and friends. I'm doing well, now, and so if you read this and have OD'd on something before and woken up in a hospital as I have...it's not the end. Don't forget your experience. Also, if you are considering macro-dosing... find something else to scare the shit out of you, ok? Go hike the AT or the PCT. Move to a different country. Drugs are a cheap trick...
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