Ecstacy: Classic or Dud, RFI

As for the long term effects, who knows, it must have some but that's the risk you take, even with fags and booze. It's not terribly addictive in itself but the high is and it does offer diminishing returns if you do it often. Eat lots of oily fish, I always used to have canned mackrel on toast pre-clubbing and during the comedown. Be-sensible about it and you'll probably be OK. Biggest risk can be waiting to come up and gobbling extra pills thinking the first isn't working. I knew a lot of people who used to double and triple drop at the start of an evening, but that was far too hardcore for me. Although munching four of an evening wasn't uncommon.

It's given me a long standing hatred of chewing gum, it will make you chew your face off but half hour old manically chewed gum is one of the vilest substances known to man.

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xpost, I see your point. The worrying would probably kill a lot of enjoyment for me.

don't buy into this "it will make you fall over and die" stuff. You're more likely to die from eating a bayleaf. Or something.

as for risks and stuff, i dunno, ive seen so many people do it, and ive done it so many times, and ive never seen anything even remotely bad really. and as for the long term, again, i think fags and booze will do you in far sooner than pills

i think it should be on the NHS

Much of what Ed says is accurate. It is great fun.

Best thing about the end of 'rave culture' in flyover USA - no more people talking about "my pills were made with heroin!" and so on.

This guy also tried to sell me a solid brick of caffeine once, but that is another story.

I've never suffered from this side effect myself but of witness to my friend who became scarely paranoid and accused all of his mates that we were 'out to get him' for the entire night/morning. This was not fun, for anybody.

You'll have to be in a good emotional state before taking it, mind. And you could find yourself pretty fucking depressed for a few days after. But really, until you've danced to The Man With The Red Face in someone's basement while absolutely off your tits you'll be oblivious to its general classicness. Still the most out-and-out FUN drug you can do, in my experience.

Also, it'll make you last at least three hours longer at parties.

caveats, stay away from speed, forever, never ever do speed, it is the most disgusting and scary thing I've ever done.

as for comedowns I never really got them until well into my career, I don't think so anyway. for the first 40 or so times you do them, unless it's every week, in my experience anyway you'll be so elated at the amazing night out you've had that you don't feel a comedown.

very easy to get hooked on socially, so difficult to stop forever once you've opened pandoras box. how can normality compare with a blackout of complete and utter goofy happiness. can't do justice to it here really, in words, just know that when people say you feel amazing and love everybody that you can't understand what they mean because you've never felt like that until you've done ecstacy, at least not in the same inhuman, artificial and amazing way.

of course eventually, periodically, you may reflect on the zombification that is such a big part of your social life, and despair that you are gutting your own sense of self on a weekly basis in order to lose control and have fun, and in a way you are, but these thoughts will also course through your brain as you stand in a club, out of your mind on ecstacy, thinking "what the fuck was I thinking with that zombification shit earlier"

you know, it's your decision, I think it's something you have to take a sort of leap of faith on, even though it is possible to eventually become completely desensitized to the dangers or "dangers" of ecstacy. too desensitized perhaps! some people do take this leap, others don't.

Ecstasy (the substance): C/D?

2 - eat something nutritious an hour before, like a salad or fruit cup or something, maybe some MSM and a Centrum to get preemptive on yr body

3 - go in halves. I don't do pressed shit ever anymore so i just shake out half a gelcap onto a business card and down it with OJ. I mean don't just go get FUCKED, but be eazy and get that supersharp jetpropelled control control control

4 - don't go to any event or do anything where the drug is the focus, and don[t plan the shit out of your night, just cruuuuise

5 - drink a smoothie, eat bowl of cereal, even milk + nestle Quik, just get SOMETHING in you before bed, with a clonazepam, 5-htp, and some weed, then SLEEP. marathons are what fuck you up, tell yr skeeetchball friends to fuck off and GET THAT SLEEP and skip the comedown altogether.

ditto marathons, know when to call it quits for the night

I don't believe in halves.

it can be a really amazing experience, utterly blissful - not in the least bit overrated, and something I would definitely recommend (that sounds like the wrong word, but at least it's not 'encourage'). I've not had any comedowns yet so no advice there, really.

The last post is about right, yes.

I think pretty possible. It's probably a lot easier to take it only three or four times, though - that first time on virgin wiring is eight hours of something you'll want again, some movie joycore montage stretched out over forever. I haven't touched any for five months or so, and I didn't really feel like this took any effort - it might be different if one was naturally inclined to depressiveness, I dunno, others would have to confirm that.

It will ruin your music taste.

one tip: don't drink vodka and tonic on E. for some reason it tastes disgusting.

FWIW, I didn't find E to be the least bit addictive.

i guess it is worrisome that you don't know exactly what you're getting sometimes due to its illegal nature - meaning that i've had pills that are speedier than i would have liked. i can't imagine that occasional recreational use would have any of the long term damage effects that i would have got from years of smoking like a chimney and bingedrinking....

In answer to Roxy's question, it made me feel like everything around me was miraculously wonderful, and helped me understand how compassion/empathy and sensory pleasure are directly linked in the brain - it was an "oh, I get it now!" experience.

Since then, I've felt NO desire at all to ever do it again. I feel like I got what there was to get from it - as I told a couple of friends later, it was like being in the front row at a really great lecture. It'd just be redundant to repeat the experience.

Advice for the actual experience, watch the drinking! You'll find yourself feeling not quite as amazing as you did 5 minutues ago every now and then, don't worry, it'll come back, like waves, don't use drinking to make yourself come back up. I swear drinking too much is a big influence in the ecstacy hangover. You can just keep on going...

Some people tend to chew their faces off, watch out for this! Chewing gum can help, each time I come down a tiny bit I remind myself to just chill out and enjoy it. Thats another thing, chill out it with it if you're in a social situation.

Some people get 'the fear' when they're coming up, this rushing, paranoid feeling, this is so easy to control while on ecstacy unlike weed or other drugs like that. If you just sit down, or change the situation, or just relax for 5 minutes you'll be fine and feeling amazing within minutues.

Once you've taken one, or even a half, WAIT! It can take bloody ages, especially if you're aprehensive about trying it. I'd strongly advise not doing more than one for your first experience. You can easily get that out of control thing where you won't remember what you did, I much prefer to be aware of the experience.

My best ecstacy experience was the other day at a birthday gathering. It was with a bunch of people I hadn't really seen since 6th Form. Its amazing for those sort of situations.

Also, with this sort of thing, I find its the availability that can make it addictive, I wouldn't have a clue how to get any outside of certain friendship groups

Exactly.

it's tayto/walkers all over again

I have never taken anything from a legal high shop that actually works. Apart from mushrooms, during that brief but wonderful time in the early 00s when you could do that. And khat I suppose, but that was gross.

Khat is the same thing as Mira, right? I took that in Kenya. Lots of work for a bit of a lame speedy buzz, and it tastes repulsive.

'lots of work'?

You have to chew on the stuff for hours.

I hear those legal ones are good when you're up but have a really horrible comedown.

That's about the size of it

Chew - Z

Lots of work for a bit of a lame speedy buzz, and it tastes repulsive.

Yup. 20 minutes chewing on twigs. Not a bad buzz for a bit afterwards, but not worth doing again.

I dunno what legal highs you guys have been at, but I've got some over the net that are really good. Downside is that you don't get the whole forbidden-fruit thing, and maybe they don't come up quite as hard as MDMA, but on the upside, they're a) cheaper, b) legal and c) home delivered. You got a monster comedown if you drink on it, as I have found to my chagrin.

A friend of mine used to make tea from morning glory seeds. It was hard to distinguish between feeling high and wanting to vomit.

THE SUMMER BEFORE THE NIGHT
ECSTASY BECAME ILLEGAL IN THE STATE OF TEXAS

by David Berman

MY FRIEND KYLE always had a lot of money and could get me into the expensive kind of trouble without the trouble sticking. He didn’t mind paying for me if it meant raising hell with loyal company. We were seventeen. You only needed one reason to be friends at that age. I figured we had at least three. So we broke the law every day in every way and laughed our asses off at the fucking
stupid world.

In late April we began to hear rumors about a new drug in the Metroplex. It was in the gay bars. Kids at the Arts Magnet were getting it. Certain people at certain parties had it and it was magical.

They called it X. It was supposed to make you unaccountably happy and tolerant of everyone from headbangers to rich fucks. Even “douchebags.”

Psychiatrists had been using it in therapy for years, we were told. It was legal and local product (it was still special to Texas at that time). It would make you love and accept anyone. Even yourself.

This was a complicated promise for the teenager roiling with hate and confusion. I hardly believed it. But one night Kyle pulled out some foil holding four tablets, we each swallowed two, and went to a party where a lot of people were going to be doing it.

Coming around the corner of that house, I’ll never forget the scene. Every high-school rule was being broken before me. The lions were chatting up the lambs. I saw sworn enemies talking like longtime companions; a prickly society bitch on her knees sifting white garden pebbles through her hands with happy eyes; a brutal wrestler from my school with his arms wrapped around the trunk of a pecan tree, saying his first words to me ever, “Hi David,” sweetly, as I walked by.

I rolled my jeans up to my knees and sat at the edge of the pool. Maybe for the first time I felt like no one was going to try to push me in. The stereo was playing “Blues for Allah” instead of the customary “Eliminator.” Nearby, two linebackers were confessing how much they depended on each other “on and off the field.” I felt myself giving in to all the kindness, not caring if it was a lie or not. By the time a hot Fort Worth Jewess sprang into in my lap and began running her fingers through my hair, I was sold.

At sunrise, I came in through the sliding glass. I woke my father and his new bride, apologized for staying out all night, and pulled a chair up beside the bed. I continued to sit there and smile down on them. I said, “I just want you to know how much I love you, Dad.” Incredibly, he did not kick my ass. That morning was never mentioned again.

AS I SAID BEFORE, ecstasy was still legal and as such carried virtually no stigma. Kyle’s uncle kept a jar of tablets on his desk at his car dealership. Law-abiding adults were taking them at North Dallas cocktail parties. They were even sold behind the bars like cigarettes and openly hawked on street corners downtown.

That summer, I crushed two sports cars with my homely Buick, received six speeding tickets (three in one day), two tickets for public urination, impregnated a Collin County judge’s daughter, and had a bottle of MD 20/20 broken over my head. Approximately none of it registered with me. A very real fault of the drug.

I’m going to skip the scenes of me chasing daisies and singing to stray dogs from still bulldozer cabs. I was exercising horses that summer for cash, and X hangovers were A-OK for barreling over the dull scrubland.

Sometime in August, the lawmakers in Austin finally got around to outlawing ecstasy. What a gift for the dealers! The price of ecstasy immediately quadrupled and the production costs plummeted as the manufacturers began cutting the pills with all manner of horrible stuff.

The night the law went through, I went to a concert at the Bronco Bowl and snagged two of the newly illegal pills for a dear price. I had never seen them in capsules and had no idea it was a sign they were crushing the old “legal” pills and mixing them with laxative, mannitol, low-grade speed, whatever.

Once inside, I spent a half hour wiggling my way to the front of the floor. Unfortunately, when I got there I had a big problem. Not only were the drugs not kicking in, they were causing me to have to shit real bad. Michael Stipe was singing “Moon River” (hey!) a cappella and I knew I was going to blow if I didn’t part this shoulder-to-shoulder crowd and make it to the restroom. The audience was frozen in place and dead silent as I plowed through, “Excuse me, excuse me, emergency here, please, please” ( I think I even yelled “gangway,” such was my ambition to get through), completely stepping on the vocalist’s Ethel Merman star turn and nearly getting shhhhhed to death.

I passed the rest of the concert in a nasty stall gritting my teeth, sweating and coming to terms with what was clearly the symbolic end of a spaced-out summer.

Fifteen years on, I can honestly say I’m glad it was outlawed. After three months of its use I had lost all discretion and was prepared to trust just about anyone. Worse yet, it was turning me into a joiner. That’s not who I am. Anyway, ecstasy was not to find its true customer base until years later, when the strangely passive kids who grew up in the child protectorate of the U.S. eighties and nineties came of age, craving depersonalization. Apparently it helps them dance. They’re a very attractive lot. Have you seen them dance?

The Bill Hicks biog 'American Scream' has a quite funny story about Bill and his pals in Austin on the exact same night (one of their friends bought like 700 pills IIRC). I'd rather hear from Berman about it mind you

Where is that from by the way SS?

The silver jews site. Im not sure where, or if, it was published.

oh, here:

http://www.weeblackskelf.co.uk/cordsuit/index.php?page=The+Summer+Before+The+Night+Ecstasy+Became+Illegal+In+The+State+Of+Texas

Be careful with these kangaroo pills going round at the moment. Really trippy and mongy, almost acid-like visuals. Not unpleasant but intense. Also, me and my friend both threw up three or four times (and I never throw up), and the day afterwards I felt worse than I can remember feeling post-drug. If you must take em, show restaint.

god are horse tranquilisers not enough for you kids these days, you have to start taking kangaroo pills now?

Not your best work.

Sounds like some kind of BZP or McPPP shit, not Ecstasy. Did it have a sour/fizzy taste? If so, then that's it.

lol @ that david berman piece

also i have never done mdma, but am intrigued

i passed on the only opportunity presented to me, proffered by some small town new mexican drug dealer who showed up relatively uninvited to a camping trip in the desert. it was, in retrospect, the safest of social environments, but i was worried that i'd ~freak out~ and walk off a cliff or make a bad life decision with this one girl i had met approx four hours ago.

i regret this.

some small town new mexican drug dealer

Was it Walter White?

ha hahhaha!

if you know it's actual mdma, it's miles safer than e.

wait e is dangerous?

BZP is fucking horrendous.

if you know it's actual mdma, it's miles safer than e.

?????????

mdma is e

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Was your Kangaroo any of these?

http://www.pillreports.com/index.php?page=search_reports&sent=1&name=kangaroo&logo=&colour=®ion=all&percent_rating=0&pp=10&submit.x=0&submit.y=0&submit=Search+Reports

Piperazines are things like BZP and Mcpp etc.

MDMA is in a real drought at the moment. Mephadrone pills are now popping up to fill the void, but aren't a patch on the real stuff - plus in some countries is is easily available online.

?????????

mdma is e

anything can be in "pills"

Anything can be in pills, I agree, but E exclusively means MDMA, not even MDA or MDEA can be called E by let alone anything else you might find in pills these days.

Sorry to be a pedant, but if you're calling anything else an E you are, for want of a better term, a n00b.

Was your Kangaroo any of these?

It'll probably be the London one - "Suspected contents MDxx" (?)

one presumes he, posting quickly, meant "genuine laboratory MDMA is safer than whatever is in some so called-Es you might buy from a too-skinny bloke at 1.30am" but one might be extending too much conversational charity to a filthy n3wb

being a pedant about drugs is a pretty dumb thing to be a pedant abt imo

pedantin out

Should have added a few (^_^) :-) to my last comments, lol.

being a pedant about drugs is a pretty dumb thing to be a pedant abt imo

if you could probe the secret junkie heart I bet you'd find a fair # of them became junkies for the allure of junkie pedantry

"this town's so dry now. you don't even know. two summers ago you couldn't walk a city block without some guy pushing a five bags for twenty deal on you. I can't even remember most of July from two years ago. you guys are fucked compared to how we had it then. have you got a cigarette?"

wow, wow, wow. I feel like a nice person again. People, you need to try this if you feel like you need to. Classssssic

Aw, that's nice.

spectrum otm

The strange case of the man who took 40,000 ecstasy pills in nine years

spectrum
the man who took 40,000 ecstasy pills in nine years

http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3361/3479311960_cf2cbcb3dc.jpg

Whenever I did any hallucinogens I always had the sensation I was burning a concentrated amount of time in a quick, concentrated 'splosion. ie one month's sensory experiences concentrated to those four hours, meaning somewhere that one month gets subtracted outta whatever my proper life span is 'supposed' to be. That photo seems to support my stoned hypothesis.

i don't think sonic looks fried because of e tbh

Is that wall-e on the right?

wow, wow, wow. I feel like a nice person again. People, you need to try this if you feel like you need to. Classssssic

― Spectrum, Sunday, 1 November 2009 19:04 (Yesterday) Bookmark

Enjoy your pill honeymoon!

thanks, nxgga. It feels like my brain has shifted to a different frequency ... not extreme, but like .1 on a dial. Mind you, I suffer from bad depression and had a traumatic early life that's been hanging around in my brain for nearly 3 decades. My fellow fucked up drug budz have had generally positiive long term effects from it, too. I guess if you're pretty healthy generally it might be a different case, but I feel great still 3 days on (great being, daily pleasures now exist ... it's all relative).

apparently the scientific evidence now is that E is less harmful than peanuts.

raad drug

http://www.nytimes.com/2013/06/23/fashion/molly-pure-but-not-so-simple.html?ref=health

Since that first experience, Kaitlin has encountered Molly at a birthday celebration and at a dance party in Williamsburg. “It’s the only drug I can think of that I have to pay for,” she said.

o_O

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CxIkriNNfYE

Looool

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=saHonHlRTRg