Note: This story is entirely fiction.

Well, I’m not really sure why I’m taking the time to write this one out, but I’m bored. Normally taking drugs is a very selfish thing to do unless you are sharing or it’s something really fun and interesting like LSD or other types of psychedelics. When dosing on opiates, you tend to absorb the experience all yourself and refrain from sharing this experience with others unless there is enough to go around. Most of the time, especially with pharmaceutical opioids like hydrocodone and codeine, they tend to make the user much nastier and have less ability to cope with everyday nuisances.
Anyway, I just took 8 Percocets or also known as Oxycodone in combination with Acetaminophen. 5mg / 325 mg ratio. I have quite a tolerance since I have been taking these drugs for a small period of time, (2 weeks?). It was about 5 mins ago since I took the pills. So, here goes the time elapsed thingies.

It’s 5:37AM now, nothing...

As the time goes on, I might as well ramble on some things since I’m in the mood. I had my wisdom teeth removed two days ago, and it was a new kind of experience. I’ve never had any kind of surgical procedure performed on me before so, local anesthetics and the such was foreign to my psyche. They gave me an administration of Midazolam for the anesthesia and Fentanyl for the pain. They injected the IV and then through a separate tube, they injected the medications. It was about 30 seconds until I felt this INTENSE rush and then poof I was out of it. Bits and pieces came through especially when something severe was happening like, removal of the actual teeth and drilling, but it was all over in about 20 mins. Pretty quick for an oral surgery if you asked me. I was stitched up and ready to go, but let me tell you, the pain was severe. It’s funny though, because in the recovery room I guess my tolerance was quite high because the lidocaine wore off within a 10 minute time frame. So they ran in and injected a few more jolts of it and I couldn’t feel the bottom half of my face for a good 4 hours.

5:44AM still nothing...

I was told not to smoke, not to drink from a straw, and to use ice packs. It’s about 3 days now. Everything seems to be healing nicely. Back to the present. As the Rush Comes from Motorcycle is playing (Dynaglide Remix) and I’m patiently waiting for the surge of *ummph* to explode in my cranial cavity. All this dental shit has been getting me all out of wack and I just would like to sit back, relax, and watch the sunrise. Living in the Bronx is entertaining to say the least. It seems that the majority of people who lived here have lived here all of their lives, and their children as well, and so on. For some reason though, I get this weird vibe that everyone here has done or is still doing drugs. They either seem doped up, strung out, or a mix between the two, either that or drunk and definitely smoked out. Weed you’d think would calm people down, not these kids. “You got Cyphs?” “Got 5 on it?” Waterbury Park boys, Layton, tags, got beef? This new lingo breeds within me, and to be honest it’s fun to talk all ghetto amongst my peers, but I do feel like an idiot spurting out slang like a de-evolved human.

5:53AM, the floral scent of euphoria wisps past my neurological nostrils. You know what I mean, you can smell it before it hits you. That wonderful wave of, “I’m here baby. What do you want from me? What can I do for you? You like that huh babe? You want more? Here, take more of me, absorb me, let me caress you. Mmmm, feel that? Like that?” Her voice pleas as you realize she’s come to stay for a while.

“Baby, please don’t leave me, don’t leave me all cold and alone in this dysphoric existence. I want you, you and only you. I love you, I LOVE YOU. Oh sweet merciful Euphoria, take me away into your evil arms, and never let me go.”

It’s sad that the psyche becomes so vulnerable to an opiate rush. It’s kind of unfair actually. Something so beautiful and pleasant can be so deadly and destructive. I guess everything has a catch.

6:00AM - She’s here, but just at the front stoop, hasn’t walked through the front door yet. I can smell her perfume through my open living room window, and the warm June breeze flows through my venetians. The faint sound of crickets, the undertone of humming coming from the many air conditioners scattered throughout the town radiates into my desperate, anxious ears. “I hear you babe.”

The anticipation of her, with her clickity-clackity shoes, skin tight, dark red dress makes my mind go wild. Those juicy lips, dark profound eyebrows, and soft cheeks capture me, they know I love them, so they play with me; taunt me if you will.

6:06AM, DING DONG. The door bell rings. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

Relief.

She sits down next to me, looks me straight in the eyes. So sexy. My mental erection is furious and feral. Animalistic visions of raunchy wet sex is blasting through my cortex, I want her SO bad it makes the wounds of my teeth hurt a bit. Haha, pain before pleasure right?

A little history, I used to do heroin. Mainline IV, I’ll never forget it, but I had to stop. It’s just not the right time. Maybe one day in the future when I have a life and plenty of money and a house and a cool wife we’ll do it together and bond. Back then, it was a time in my life when I didn’t give a shit about anything, not even myself. I wanted to know the reason why drugs were illegal, for myself. First and foremost, Cannabis is NOT a gateway drug. I can understand why most people would start using that drug first since, it does seem less taboo and less intense then say MDMA or heroin would be, but in all honesty DXM was my first psychoactive experience, besides the anxiety from coffee, or a sugar rush, or the mild buzz I got from when my parents would let me drink a glass or two of wine on a major holiday.

6:15 - I am engulfed in euphoric delight. Delicious. The itchies are here again, and so is my urge to knock back a Benedryl, but I’ll refrain this time, I’ll scratch a bit today. Man do I want a cigarette. There are some Parliaments here, but after reading the article on Dry Socket in the Wikipedia, I’m dreading the thought. But hey, if I get dry socket, maybe I’ll get some more meds. What a junkie I am, hahaha.

Euphoria, she brings in a lot of baggage let me tell you. From past memories of being in broken down bathrooms in the middle of Harlem, to almost falling down your father’s second floor flight of stairs because you took a bit too much that time and pretending to be drunk in front of your friends to play it off. Shame is something that I wouldn’t waste my emotional energy on. It’s already done, and gone.

6:32 - I’ve hit my peak, but it’s great. I’m giving in, I must have a cigarette. Marcy Playground is playing, Sex and Candy of course. Good timing Marcy, I’m taking you out onto my balcony and watching that bright ball of fission make it’s way through my pinholes for pupils. Mmm, coaled nicotine flows into my itchy lungs. The smoke seems so dense in the glaring light. I love the late spring. This must be a dream; a sensory dream that you have only influence over, no control.

Sometimes I miss the innocence of my youth. Euphoria was going into bed after taking a nice shower, full tummy from food that Mommy made. Poppi is watching TV inside and Mommy is sipping her late night cup of java and my lil’ bro is snoring under me. Curled up with my stuffed puppy and listening to the cars drive by my house. Thats all over now. Mom and Dad are divorced. That euphoria was true, and pure. This is fake, and guilty. Why?

Some say I should forget all of that and move on, but for some reason its a bleeding wound that won’t heal. I want my family back; all in the same house, sleeping in the same vicinity. I’d take back all of the drugs, all the abuse for just a year with my life back the way it was, and I still try with optimism. I think that maybe one day I’ll have it all back, but it’s just another dream in my head. The little seeds I lay with my parents, “Remember Mom, Pop? She’d be out right now getting food ready for dinner from the store.” “Hey Mom, remember Pop? He’d be out in the garage working on his race motor and coming inside for Bloody Mary’s while you’d be in the pool smoking a cigarette listening to your favorite oldies station on your little radio while me and my bro were riding our bikes and shooting each other with our 99 cent water guns, and asking for 2 bucks for the ice cream man.”

Those were the days.

6:49 Euphoria is real itchy now, I think I’m going to take a Loratadine for it’s histamine blocking abilities.

You obviously got the point to my sad self indulged story of personal woes and sexual innuendos of drug induced pleasure. So I’ll leave you on a good note. My physical wounds will heal, but will my mind? I sure hope so. Dear God, if you are there and listening, hear my cry. I want simplicity back. I want my blissful ignorance. Take away my lust for faux pleasure.

I guess that’s not God’s task, it’s mine. Good luck me, good luck...

...why?

I had no idea I was on Erowid... thanks

Anyway, I just took 8 Percocets or also known as Oxycodone in combination with Acetaminophen. 5mg / 325 mg ratio. I have quite a tolerance since I have been taking these drugs for a small period of time, (2 weeks?).

Rofl.

Well, at one point it was alright to post reports. I guess not anymore.

Maybe I shouldn't have bothered...

Rofl.

Hey man you better not laugh at him he seems pretty hardcore!
Dont they tranquilize elephants with like 60 milligrams or something?

Rofl.

Yes quite a while, he is what people call and addict and needs a high dose to get past his 2 week tolerance.

When I refer to a tolerance, I meant short term.

If I take 6 percocets on Monday, and 6 on Tuesday, the rush will be much less intense.

That's all, I'm not sure why the panties curled up into bunches so quickly.

Not everyone has to take it to dangerous extremes to build up a "personal" threshold. Fuck.

I'm not doubting that you have built up some semblance of tolerance to opiates after two weeks of use mate, I'm just laughing at the fact that you think 40mg of oxycodone taken orally is "quite a tolerance."

If I take 6 percocets on Monday, and 6 on Tuesday, the rush will be much less intense.



Yes, i also feel a rush when i am given my medicine.

You should eat the whole bottle, you know, to get the full opiate experience.

I only read a few random lines throughout that original post, but man... you are a fucking weirdo.

ONE.

What a depressing post for this nice morning. Sounds like you need to get some pussy.

Just what the docter ordered

I only read a few random lines throughout that original post, but man... you are a fucking weirdo.


This.

I have a girlfriend, but I can see why you said that. :-P

I only read a few random lines throughout that original post, but man... you are a fucking weirdo.

ONE.

I get that all the time man. I was weird before I even touched drugs.

You should eat the whole bottle, you know, to get the full opiate experience.

I would, but, you know, liver damage?

I would, but, you know, liver damage?

Having a fully functional liver is for pussies, you aren't doing it right unless blood is coming out some part of your body where it shouldn't be.

You know how many people here have done/ are addicted to oxy? Therefore, Get fucked, and die.

man i wish 40mg would fuck me up that would be nice

I heard that oxy is synthetic heroin man, be careful, 1 particle too much and you can die.

It's a shame that a piece of writing can flare up the adrenal glands of some and make them go into defense mode.

All I wanted to do was share my experience, and the way I look at things to the rest of BLTC, instead I'm put down because I thought my tolerance was high while in relativity to my own usage it could be considered a tolerance, just not as profound and mind boggling as some of the true "hardcore" folk this forum seems to flock.

Whether my tolerance is high or not, what I really wanted to see was some input on my writing or maybe some comments on my life that could cheer me up, I DUNNO!

Sheesh, tough crowd.

I would, but, you know, liver damage?

Cold water extraction

Well, I’m not really sure why I’m taking the time to write this one out, but I’m bored. Normally taking drugs is a very selfish thing to do unless you are sharing or it’s something really fun and interesting like LSD or other types of psychedelics. When dosing on opiates, you tend to absorb the experience all yourself and refrain from sharing this experience with others unless there is enough to go around. Most of the time, especially with pharmaceutical opioids like hydrocodone and codeine, they tend to make the user much nastier and have less ability to cope with everyday nuisances.
Anyway, I just took 8 Percocets or also known as Oxycodone in combination with Acetaminophen. 5mg / 325 mg ratio. I have quite a tolerance since I have been taking these drugs for a small period of time, (2 weeks?). It was about 5 mins ago since I took the pills. So, here goes the time elapsed thingies.

It’s 5:37AM now, nothing...

As the time goes on, I might as well ramble on some things since I’m in the mood. I had my wisdom teeth removed two days ago, and it was a new kind of experience. I’ve never had any kind of surgical procedure performed on me before so, local anesthetics and the such was foreign to my psyche. They gave me an administration of Midazolam for the anesthesia and Fentanyl for the pain. They injected the IV and then through a separate tube, they injected the medications. It was about 30 seconds until I felt this INTENSE rush and then poof I was out of it. Bits and pieces came through especially when something severe was happening like, removal of the actual teeth and drilling, but it was all over in about 20 mins. Pretty quick for an oral surgery if you asked me. I was stitched up and ready to go, but let me tell you, the pain was severe. It’s funny though, because in the recovery room I guess my tolerance was quite high because the lidocaine wore off within a 10 minute time frame. So they ran in and injected a few more jolts of it and I couldn’t feel the bottom half of my face for a good 4 hours.

5:44AM still nothing...

I was told not to smoke, not to drink from a straw, and to use ice packs. It’s about 3 days now. Everything seems to be healing nicely. Back to the present. As the Rush Comes from Motorcycle is playing (Dynaglide Remix) and I’m patiently waiting for the surge of *ummph* to explode in my cranial cavity. All this dental shit has been getting me all out of wack and I just would like to sit back, relax, and watch the sunrise. Living in the Bronx is entertaining to say the least. It seems that the majority of people who lived here have lived here all of their lives, and their children as well, and so on. For some reason though, I get this weird vibe that everyone here has done or is still doing drugs. They either seem doped up, strung out, or a mix between the two, either that or drunk and definitely smoked out. Weed you’d think would calm people down, not these kids. “You got Cyphs?” “Got 5 on it?” Waterbury Park boys, Layton, tags, got beef? This new lingo breeds within me, and to be honest it’s fun to talk all ghetto amongst my peers, but I do feel like an idiot spurting out slang like a de-evolved human.

5:53AM, the floral scent of euphoria wisps past my neurological nostrils. You know what I mean, you can smell it before it hits you. That wonderful wave of, “I’m here baby. What do you want from me? What can I do for you? You like that huh babe? You want more? Here, take more of me, absorb me, let me caress you. Mmmm, feel that? Like that?” Her voice pleas as you realize she’s come to stay for a while.

“Baby, please don’t leave me, don’t leave me all cold and alone in this dysphoric existence. I want you, you and only you. I love you, I LOVE YOU. Oh sweet merciful Euphoria, take me away into your evil arms, and never let me go.”

It’s sad that the psyche becomes so vulnerable to an opiate rush. It’s kind of unfair actually. Something so beautiful and pleasant can be so deadly and destructive. I guess everything has a catch.

6:00AM - She’s here, but just at the front stoop, hasn’t walked through the front door yet. I can smell her perfume through my open living room window, and the warm June breeze flows through my venetians. The faint sound of crickets, the undertone of humming coming from the many air conditioners scattered throughout the town radiates into my desperate, anxious ears. “I hear you babe.”

The anticipation of her, with her clickity-clackity shoes, skin tight, dark red dress makes my mind go wild. Those juicy lips, dark profound eyebrows, and soft cheeks capture me, they know I love them, so they play with me; taunt me if you will.

6:06AM, DING DONG. The door bell rings. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

Relief.

She sits down next to me, looks me straight in the eyes. So sexy. My mental erection is furious and feral. Animalistic visions of raunchy wet sex is blasting through my cortex, I want her SO bad it makes the wounds of my teeth hurt a bit. Haha, pain before pleasure right?

A little history, I used to do heroin. Mainline IV, I’ll never forget it, but I had to stop. It’s just not the right time. Maybe one day in the future when I have a life and plenty of money and a house and a cool wife we’ll do it together and bond. Back then, it was a time in my life when I didn’t give a shit about anything, not even myself. I wanted to know the reason why drugs were illegal, for myself. First and foremost, Cannabis is NOT a gateway drug. I can understand why most people would start using that drug first since, it does seem less taboo and less intense then say MDMA or heroin would be, but in all honesty DXM was my first psychoactive experience, besides the anxiety from coffee, or a sugar rush, or the mild buzz I got from when my parents would let me drink a glass or two of wine on a major holiday.

6:15 - I am engulfed in euphoric delight. Delicious. The itchies are here again, and so is my urge to knock back a Benedryl, but I’ll refrain this time, I’ll scratch a bit today. Man do I want a cigarette. There are some Parliaments here, but after reading the article on Dry Socket in the Wikipedia, I’m dreading the thought. But hey, if I get dry socket, maybe I’ll get some more meds. What a junkie I am, hahaha.

Euphoria, she brings in a lot of baggage let me tell you. From past memories of being in broken down bathrooms in the middle of Harlem, to almost falling down your father’s second floor flight of stairs because you took a bit too much that time and pretending to be drunk in front of your friends to play it off. Shame is something that I wouldn’t waste my emotional energy on. It’s already done, and gone.

6:32 - I’ve hit my peak, but it’s great. I’m giving in, I must have a cigarette. Marcy Playground is playing, Sex and Candy of course. Good timing Marcy, I’m taking you out onto my balcony and watching that bright ball of fission make it’s way through my pinholes for pupils. Mmm, coaled nicotine flows into my itchy lungs. The smoke seems so dense in the glaring light. I love the late spring. This must be a dream; a sensory dream that you have only influence over, no control.

Sometimes I miss the innocence of my youth. Euphoria was going into bed after taking a nice shower, full tummy from food that Mommy made. Poppi is watching TV inside and Mommy is sipping her late night cup of java and my lil’ bro is snoring under me. Curled up with my stuffed puppy and listening to the cars drive by my house. Thats all over now. Mom and Dad are divorced. That euphoria was true, and pure. This is fake, and guilty. Why?

Some say I should forget all of that and move on, but for some reason its a bleeding wound that won’t heal. I want my family back; all in the same house, sleeping in the same vicinity. I’d take back all of the drugs, all the abuse for just a year with my life back the way it was, and I still try with optimism. I think that maybe one day I’ll have it all back, but it’s just another dream in my head. The little seeds I lay with my parents, “Remember Mom, Pop? She’d be out right now getting food ready for dinner from the store.” “Hey Mom, remember Pop? He’d be out in the garage working on his race motor and coming inside for Bloody Mary’s while you’d be in the pool smoking a cigarette listening to your favorite oldies station on your little radio while me and my bro were riding our bikes and shooting each other with our 99 cent water guns, and asking for 2 bucks for the ice cream man.”

Those were the days.

6:49 Euphoria is real itchy now, I think I’m going to take a Loratadine for it’s histamine blocking abilities.

You obviously got the point to my sad self indulged story of personal woes and sexual innuendos of drug induced pleasure. So I’ll leave you on a good note. My physical wounds will heal, but will my mind? I sure hope so. Dear God, if you are there and listening, hear my cry. I want simplicity back. I want my blissful ignorance. Take away my lust for faux pleasure.

I guess that’s not God’s task, it’s mine. Good luck me, good luck...


I feel ya man! Im on a beatifully euphoric and deeply apathetic 30 mg of Oxy with potentiation, dear god potentiation is so fuckin effective, I NEED MORE OXY!

you never don't need more oxy

Rofl.

hah



tolerance through the roof huh



have to take a massive 40mg to feel it



i take 40mg withing the 1st hour i wake up every day for the last year and a half

i dont even have an opiate tolerance and a 30mg roxi will just have me lightly nodding...

You want some input? Don't write a shitty poetry style trip report like your having some kind of fucking magical experience. Its just oxy, we don't care about what you did or how you did it when you were high.

I would think most people would have the common sense to know that your not going to get any positive reviews from anyone on totse when you write like that.

good read man.Write a good one when on your next acid experience. I would love to hear it.

You fucking faggot.

Yes! I most certainly will. I'm planning on meeting up with Lucy sometime this summer, hopefully. Thanks for the positive input. :D