So anyways, I said I had been getting medicated the fuck out of. I’m not really sure what the significance of this really is but I ended up using it as an excuse to start using, that I was being over-medicated and becoming unstable or something.
I had worked my way up to something like…
3x300mg Seroquel
10mg Abilify
30mg Lexapro
300mg Wellbutrin (I think this is the one that started the real trouble)
100mg Trazodone
3x50mg Hydroxyzine
And I know there were a couple other ones I can’t remember.
But yeah like I said I did really well on Drug Court (got away with using somewhat frequently) my parents went out of town (at this point I had gotten kicked out of the halfway house for finally getting caught on a drug test) to Mexico and I decided to try banging Wellbutrin. I didn’t really know much about it other than it is a norepinephrine and dopamine reuptake inhibitor, but I thought it might get me some kind of rush. Anyways, you actually do get like a 10 second high from shooting it and I started doing it constantly over the next few days. I ended up crushing up some pills and cooking them on the stove with a small amount of water (this is probably where I started feeling a little FuNkY in the BrAiN), and ended up running through three months worth of the prescription rather quickly.
So I decided to check out the bath salts. I called around while I did the last bits of my shit and somehow ended up thinking the only way I could get some was to drive to Omaha an hour or so away (I ended up making the drive take like 20 minutes by the time I was at the end of my spree). I run up and grab some and hit it right away and get a decent rush, nothing spectacular. Actually it was fucking terrible in terms of intensity compared to cocaine, ritalin, or meth, but it was cheap, legal, and Drug Court couldn’t test for it.
Shit gets REALLY fuzzy around here for basically the next month or so. I get back to my house later that night and start doing more and more (methylenedioxypyrovalerone I think is the chemical in bath salts that gets you high and it pretty potent so I tried starting off slow and building up to see how much did what to me) and eventually I remember sitting at this computer typing up a plan to run down to my basement, do the last of my shit, and perhaps kill myself because there were police in camouflage creeping around my house waiting to bust in and arrest me (I could see them). I made like three huge ass posts in a row that night and ended up editting them into nothing because I figured out it was a false alarm. There weren’t really any police about to bust in through my windows. I really remember nothing specific about those posts so if a mod can unedit that shit I’d like to see what was going through my head.
The next couple weeks were spent scrapping up together a couple hundred dollars a day to go buy more bath salts in Omaha (for some reason I still didn’t go anywhere in Lincoln to get them). I remember somehow convincing my mom to write me checks for pretty large sums of money every other day or so. I started hanging out with a group of close friends I hadn’t seen in a while and going home around curfew to type and watch porn. Porn was especially fun for some reason and typing was a blast.
Gonna go ahead and cut off here, I’m trying like hell to locate some suboxone and I think I might have came across some. I’ll continue again later. I hope this post isn’t too long to post I remember having that problem a lot and losing lots of huge ass posts
Edit for Sin: I’ll get to that later. It’s a pretty epic adventure; I still remember new things that happened every once in a while.