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NOTE: This trip report deals with my 1st try of dxm. Dxm with weed[smoked weed after 2 months]
I chugged down the 4oz bottle of Robitussin Maximum Strength Cough at 6:00PM. I sat in my room starring at the computer for an hour hoping to feel some change within myself, but no luck. All of a sudden I feel a slight buzz coming in, which got me excited. I realized I really did not want to sit here in my room for the rest of the Friday night, and I just wanted to go out! This buzz definitely made me feel this way, because I am not a person who likes to go out often, you can call me anti social but that word just has a negative vibe to it, which I do not like. In other words I am social, when it counts, or of importance. I guess I am not too fond of the average Joe! I am telling you this now so later on in my trip you will understand what I am going through. So I give a call to my friend to go hangout at their apartment. While I am driving to their place I was worried that the dxm will kick in even harder and I won?t be able to focus on my driving skills, but I reached at my destination without a problem.
I walk in while they are playing a videogame and drinking a few beers. Just chilling and having a good time I suppose, especially because they already smoked pot before I got there. I told myself I would quit pot about two months ago but today I just really wanted it BAD. In a way the dxm was begging me to introduce him to my ex love Mary Jane. By this time under the influence of dxm my buzz was getting stronger and I was getting impatient while waiting for them to load up another bowl. I was talking to them, while trying to chill and be cool. Suddenly, one of the guys started talking about some beef he has with this other guy. Then another buddy of mine joins him insisting on fighting that chump. Ah, I missed the human drama! It was nice in a way to just sit back with some people and just experience the average Joe with his unnecessary drama and BS. It was a nice change you can say. So I kept on insisting I wanted to smoke, I just had the craving to! They laughed and packed up a bowl and we were blazed, I know I was for sure! The combination of dxm and weed was awesome. So once again the average Joe talk started, but I loved every minute of it. Sometimes you just miss things that are so very common in a typical person?s life. By now I believe the dxm was kicked in pretty well because I did not even think about anything negative about my life. I was focusing on this specific moment and I was extremely happy. It seemed like I have been depressed for the last two months without weed, this was not true but its just how I felt during the moment. I realized I missed weed so much! If I did not abuse it, I could have still been smoking occasionally. I think from now on I won?t abuse pot; I will smoke it only once a week at most. All these thoughts were running in my head while listening to the melodic music which felt very mesmerizing to hear.
All of a sudden few girls walk into the apartment. I started getting a negative vibe. I was not enjoying my trip as much now. Why you may ask? No I am not gay, but I was thinking these guys will just have fun with the girls, and my dumb ass won?t have the guts to even talk to any of them, how pathetic! But I forgot I was feeling good and very open, so I called this girl to come over and talk to me. Things were going smooth I suppose. We were sitting next to each other, flirting I suppose. She kept on asking if we have liquor like a typical slut who just wants to get fucked up. I kept on telling her she should try shrooms, I was feeling good and I had to talk about my other love of shrooms! I was then showing her how to smoke pot from the bubbler, since she has only done pot once. I was showing her where to suck the smoke: "This is where you suck, do you like to suck?" She replied "Haha..no" LOL. Then we took a shot of liquor, I did not want to personally but she insisted me to also, so I did. I was just happy that I was able to at least flirt with a girl, which is all I wanted to do. I had no intention of having sex. I was happy that I still could flirt, so therefore I stopped talking to her and lost my interest because my job was done.
My buddy and I decided to go outside and throw the football around. It?s pretty hard to focus on throwing/catching the ball when its dark outside and you are blazed, especially with dxm. It was still fun. All of a sudden I see this girl walking her dog. I turn around after a bit and I see a person sitting on the basketball court. I throw the football to her assuming it?s the same girl with the dog. The person gets scared and avoids the football. I then realize it was not the girl. It was a foreign exchange student from Germany. He kept on saying he is from Germany and he does not play football and he is leaving to Germany tomorrow. It was freaking weird to hear his accent, especially when you are tripping! We were cool with him of course and said it?s easy, and we tossed the ball around. When we were leaving he said something, we acted like we understood but we had no idea what he said. I still could not get over his English accent, and he himself as a person. I guess if you were tripping like this, you would only understand. My friend said that was so awkward. I didn?t care; I thought the entire event was pretty damn unique. We go back into the apartment and tell the others about our interesting meet with an international student.
They were planning on going to some party, I really did not want to. I told them I will just chill here. Most of them left, one of the guys passed out on the couch. I was sleeping on another couch; it was probably around 1:30AM. I suddenly hear a knock on the door. I get up and look through the eye piece making sure it was not the cops. I open the door and these two guys are asking for my buddy, and saying they came here to buy pot. I kept on asking them weird questions, and finally tell them I am so out of it, and let them just come in and wait for my buddy to get here to deal them their share. I went to sleep on the couch again but could not. I kept on thinking what if they are undercover cops? Or what if they are my buddy?s enemy and they plan on stealing shit? I was not so comfortable. They kept on asking me if I knew where it was, so I could just deal it. I had no idea, and I did not want to. Luckily another guy who lives in the apartment came out from his room and sat there. This was a good time for me to leave I thought, since someone else is here watching these two strangers now. I finally left back to my house. I didn?t feel like I was stoned anymore, but my head felt ticklish. It was a unique feeling, I am sure it was the dxm mostly now. It wasn?t too strong at all. I went home and masturbated to some porn, which felt amazing. And I hit the sack. Good night.
End notes: I don't plan on doing dxm again, I just wanted to try it. Through this experience I did realize how much I missed pot and I decided to keep on doing it occasionaly, and not abuse it like I did before.
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