Previous Drug Experience

I started smonking w33d at around 15 years old, by reccommendation of a friend, let's call him Rick. I had heard about LSD and wanted to try it someday - Rick said that if I wanted to try LSD it'd be wise to try w33d first, to get to know what a "high" can be like. I agreed, and thus my journey into the world of recreational drugs began.

The second time I smoked I overdid it and had what I now beleive is a panic attack. My vision was almost distorted, everything felt like it was melting and I felt like I was having a heart attack. I was in full panic mode, couldn't sit still yet wanted to sit down, clinging to streetlamp posts to stop the feeling of 'falling'. I told my friends I needed an ambulance - they almost ignored me, all unsure what to do. Eventually another one of my friends snapped me out of it. He said

Come over here bro, just calm down. Come over here I don't want you to vomit all over us.

I went over to a bush away from the rest of my friends. I stared at the empty streets and finally came to my senses as he told me something along the lines of

Don't worry about it, you're not used to it. Me and Rick do this all the time, you're new so the effects are stronger.

I've pretty much done weed on and off since. A week or two of smoking every day, then a couple weeks to a month break, then repeat.

After dabbling in w33d for a bit, I decided to try MDMA after Rick said he'd got some good stuff. Rick said he was running late so I had to pick up the goods from the dealer. I was nervous, and reasonably so - my first interaction with a drug dealer. Rick assured me he was 'a humble guy' but of course that meant nothing to me. After fucking up, dropping the cash and the goods in the middle of the street in broad daylight the transaction was complete. I shoved the two small bags into my pocket and ran off to the bus to meet back up with Rick.
We met at a reasonably busy fast food joint. We got some free water and he told me he was heading into the bathrrom with his cup so he could 'down' it there. He came back out of the bathrooms nonchalant-like. Next it was my turn. I examined the substance before I dosed it of course - I was curious. It was a crystal-like thing, a couple of tiny 'molecules' he describes it as. I poured it into my mouth and washed it down with the water.

Now we wait

he says.

Do ye feel anything yet?

Of course I didn't.

We spent around 20 minutes walking around the city. Rick started to feel it before I did, because he was on an empty stomach. I had some pizza before I left. As we're walking a slowly start to feel it creep up on me. We make it to a park and we lay down just to chill out for a bit. We're talking about bullshit for a while when a wonderful breeze passes over. We look at the tree behind us in awe as we laugh like morons at the amazing patterns the leaves produce.

Then I get a text message that my debit card has been found and handed in to a nearby branch. We freak out for a breif minute until we decide to go about our trip and go get it later. I can't remember the rest of the trip, but I remember coming down in the massive bank branch in the city waiting in line to get my card back (which I did).

I've done MDMA once since, at a small apartment party - it was amazing but I became almost introverted (which is not the usual emotional response while on MDMA). I talked to people of course, but most of my time was spent literally just sitting on a couch and thinking

wow this is great

I also recall thinking

I don't need to be around people to enjoy this, I'm fine on this couch by myself

My first two or three trips on LSD were alone at home in my room. Great experiences.

My most recent trip, however back in [REDACTED] was a bad one. After ingesting two tabs (I'd estimate 200-300ugs), I was vibing and feeling great with four of my good friends. It all took a turn when I decided to take a hit bowl of w33d. I started hallucinating, full blown thought I had pissed myself, and eventually shit myself. I ended up spending the rest of the trip in [RECACTED] because I freaked out so bad and asked my friends to call an amulance. Surprisingly my parents weren't contacted, even though I was under 18 at the time which saved me a lot of trouble.

I'm planning to do it again soon though, in combination with DXM perhaps.

I've done Xanax once, ever. It was a fun experience but obviously I don't remember any or very little of it.
That's what puts me off it - not remebering. Why would I want to get high, but forget most of it and end up falling asleep on the floor of my friend's room?

DXM is my most recent drug endevour, after hearing about it online and partially reading The DXM FAQ, I became interested.

Currently it's my drug of choice, combine 400mg of DXM with caffeine and w33d and you've got yourslef an amazing night.
After going up the plateaus in order, I find high 2nd plateaus (around 300mg) aren't as enjoyable as they once were (this exact phenomena is mentioned in The DXM FAQ). This sadens me because the only syrup I can get tastes as foul as the juice of a rotten cherry that's been dissolved in nothing but pure sugar - it's sickeningly sweet and extremely hard to keep down over 100mL. My only hope now is to mix it with a soft drink or to buckle-down and do an extraction sometime.