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..
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.
" 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...
Then, to my horror, I saw them descend into the room, and start taking all the computers from the office. Glad your still with us and particularly glad that your lil break from reality didn't discourage you from altering your consciousness.
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 still convinced the police were after me, and that all the nurses were in on the plot.
It is possible that it could be considered an analog (of MDA), in which case, sales for human consumption or possession with the intent to ingest could be prosecuted under the Federal Analogue Act though we are unaware of any such existing cases (01/26/11).
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Hi guys, this is a description of the hell I went through with benzo fury. To console myself through this rough time, I did what people should NEVER do. I was on 12mg Subutex a day, and between 30-80mg Valium.
Over the course of the day, it was a blur of psychosis, MRI scans, CAT scans etc etc. It was the 10g of supposed 6-APB that fucked me up, most likely..