"I was reading some of the stories on here so I thought I'd throw in mine. Three weeks ago we went to a rave here in ohio just like a normal weekend. It has become the routine thing to do now, although I'm not really sure why. I went with a couple of my buddies and we took a pill before we left and we were on our way. About 10 minutes after we took the pill my friend started to feel sick. We didn't think anything of it because we roll every weekend and always have weird feelings at first. We get to this rave ...PHAT!.... hundreds of people in this warehouse and then all of a sudden my friend starts freaking out. Shit. He drops to the floor and starts puking. I still didn't think anything of it because we occasionally get sick when we get dirty pills. I then look over at him again and he is lying on the floor and looked as if he were about to die. He was crying and telling us "Something was wrong", get him out of here. By this time our rolls had set in and there was no way I could leave yet. We sat with him for a while assuring him that he would be fine. I will remember the look in his eyes when he looked over at me and asked me 'am i going to be alright'? His eyes started rolling back into his head and then he passed out. We picked him up and rushed him outside to get some cold air and wake him up...but he wasn't waking up. We pretty much had no choice but to take him to the hospital because we didn't think he was breathing. Being the dumbass that I am we just hop in my car and start going to the hospital. About halfway there, trippin ballz, I plow into some parked car because I am to messed up to drive. We then freak out even more. Luckily we saw some friends of ours that were headed to the rave....so we flag them down and leave my car and hop in his. To make a long story short, we finally got him to the hospital and they said his heartrate had gotten so low that if we didn't get him to the hospital he probably wouldn't have made it. Somehow he got some dirty pill and we all didn't. It wasn't MDMA at all....and it scared the shit out of me. The shittiest thing of all was that after we found out at about 3am that he was going to be alright, all I could think about was getting back to the rave and eating some more rolls. (once I found where the fuck my car was).

Point of my story is for everyone to be careful. I tried X for the first time about two years ago at a club. I have not been able to stop since. We started taking one or one and a half. Then every week it becomes more and more. Take 2 pills, 3, next week lets take 4, how about 5 tonight? What used to be done on weekends is now being done 2-3 times a week. It has gotten so out of hand that I just realized it. I think my friend getting sick was my wakeup call. I'm a kid who never really did anything other than drink before, and now I started doing coke, X, and k. I feel like I cannot stop doing X, especially, because I love it so much. Then I look in the mirror and think about what it's done to me physically, let alone mentally and I think it's time to quit. The fact that I get headaches everyday and my grades have just completely gone to shit in the last year I guess wasn't enough to make me quit. I used to always look at those people on TV who said how easy it was to get hooked and fuckin laugh at them. Now, I am the textbook definition. I have abandoned the friends I hung out with for years....because they wouldn't do X. I don't even talk to my best friend for 10 yrs anymore. My attitude on everything has changed. I took on the attitude that, 'if were not going to eat rolls then i'm not coming over'. The friends that did stick with me I have taken down also. I have gotten a couple good kids hooked on this. I now feel it is my responsibility to do my part to help others open their eyes. When did I get like this? I wish I never took that first pill and found out how good it was. The name ecstasy is the best name possible for it. Once you get in that world everything is fine. Until after you comedown and the world just isn't so pretty anymore. You realize that the world is not really like that, and everything seems so depressing. Since that day I promised myself i would stop, or one day I wouldn't be so lucky. Is this feeling worth losing your friends over? how about your life?

Fuck, I'm only 21, my life has just begun. I know people will read this and say, shit, 'thats not happening to me'. Well, I think if it can happen to me it can happen to anyone. I guess at least I learned something from this whole experience. What doesn't kill you will only make you stronger. It's been 3 weeks since my last rave. Haven't touched coke or k since then either. I haven't gone more than a week since I started. It's very hard. One day everyone will wake up and realize what its all about. It takes awhile, but one day it'll hit you. I'm not trying to preach, but just try to keep everyone informed. Be careful! I don't want to see anyone go through what I have the past few months.

Knowledge is power, don't let it take that power away from you."

P.L.U.R.
b-real

3 February 2000

 

 

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