The officious women were obviously trying to make an example of me!! The nurses were all getting laughing gassed up, but I wasn't allowed. She knew there was no point arguing with me, and went along with my farm house creation. I finally realised what had happened, and could speak rationally with people again. When I look back on it now, it seems like an unreality. I've taken many, many drugs over the years and never suffered any major ill effects (other than when I got hooked on pod tea, but that's another story). More than anything else, what I want to try and get across to people is to NEVER take drugs to try and escape your troubles in life. As I was reading this I was thinking the whole time how I could have sworn you told me you had just taken 6APB when I was chatting with you yesterday...

Of course, there was nothing there, but I spent ages picking up these hallucinatory valiums. Totally confused, I remember two men running up to the office, pointing at me and saying "THAT'S HIM!! Actually, given the circumstances, that was quite a good day.. I found out that the sheer amount of poison I'd put through my system had caused my muscles to start dissolving, and they had clogged up my kidneys to the point where I was very nearly dead. Glad your still with us and particularly glad that your lil break from reality didn't discourage you from altering your consciousness.

The nurses had to drill a hole in my neck, feed a line through my main artery into my heart. I was convinced that I had some kind of relationship going with one of the nurses. There was a pool table in the middle, with white operating room type plastic curtains round it. Then again, going through 1.5g of 6-APB, however legitimate it was, 60mg Subutex, christ knows how many litres of cider, probably nigh on a gram of Valium and then about half a gram of the unknown fake 6-APB in 5 days can't have done me any favours..

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There's a drum and bass night on tonight, Noisia are playing and I'm going to get FUCKED UP!! I went to the pub for a beer, to try and calm my nerves. I distinctly remember someone walking square up to me, and saying "Go home, NOW! I still to this day don't know if that really happened. Then reality began to rear its ugly head and I realised what a terrible mess of the office I'd made. As the evening wore on, I hurredly tidied everything back up. I became absolutely convinced that the place was crawling with police.

Day 6: This is where it all started to go horrendously wrong.. My hands are so shaky I need someone else to make a cigarette for me. Then, I started hearing cars rolling into the carpark. I rounded up all the drug shite, then pelted for the door. A number of times the policeman caught me up and wrestled me to the floor. The thing is, I know now, there was never anybody there.

I remember being amused for hours by hallucinogenic umbrellas that kept falling from the ceiling.

Day 2: Nothing much to report, other than I ordered myself another 8 capsules of benzo fury. 4 caps that night, much fun walking around town in the dead of night photographing all and sundry. Day 4: No sleep, took more benzo fury, subutex and valium to "straighten me out".

Managed to get through an uneventful day, except I order 10g of, you guessed it, benzo fury.

Day 5: Still no sleep, Saturday morning I aquire my 10g "benzo fury".. Epicly paranoid that everyone was talking about me.

Eventually I became convinced a doctor was attacking me with a scalpel, screaming out in sheer horror and terror, as loud as I could. edit to add - Which begs the question, is the title of this thread entirely accurate?!

That's when they dosed me up on the anti-pychotics.. I had no idea that I was in a hospital, from what I could work out it was a library. Maybe could be "How some nasty random ', BGCOLOR, '#DDDDDD', BORDERCOLOR, '#000000', BORDERWIDTH, '1', WIDTH, '-500', TITLE, '', SHADOW, '', FOLLOWMOUSE, 0, OPACITY, '95', FADEIN, '300', FADEOUT, '300', CLICKCLOSE, true, FOLLOWSCROLL, true, CLOSEBTN, false, PADDING, 0)" style="font-style: Normal;text-decoration: None;text-transform: None;font-size:100%;color:#000000;" nearly killed me"..

I was convinced a mate of mine was there, with a couple of officious looking ladies. I thought that we had been summoned to a meeting room on another floor.

I got to the door, could see my mate and the officious ladies on the other side. I spent an age trying to release them from that room..

" Then, they started scaling the room and went up into the ceiling. As I found out from the psych nurse later, the on duty nurse gave me another dose of anti-psychotics three times the amount they'd give a schizophrenic. I had wires going through the hole in my neck to my heart, to try and flush it all out. Many weaker minded folks have become anti drug warriors after experiences like that. As I was reading this I was thinking the whole time how I could have sworn you told me you had just taken 6APB when I was chatting with you yesterday...