30 March 2007
The way the clubs system works
This is clearly a very brief account of how the drugs system works within clubs and it mainly operates in the larger cities and clubs that specialise in a particular kind of music. Okay so whether you’re dealing or just using for personal, if a bouncer finds them on you (through bag, pocket searches etc.) they will confiscate them but probably allow you into the club. Whereas if you are without there is a rather strong possibility that they’ll try to sell you some, in fact that’ll try to sell you the drugs that they just confiscated from the person in front of you. This actually happened to my friend at one of London’s most famous clubs. The drug prices in clubs is extortionate the average price for a pill is £5:00 whereas on the street you could pick them up for £1:50 to £3:00 and this is because the dealers can as they risk fifteen years imprisonment if they get caught and you will buy them in a moment of desperation. Generally the owner of the club will want its clubbers to be on drugs as it’ll mean they buy more drinks and generally have a better night. Therefore there are often dealers within a clubs who are employed by the owners to sell. So there in a nutshell is how the drugs system works.
21 March 2007
For my friend
I am rewriting this for a friend whose father died of a heroine overdose, she’s told me in depth the story and said she finds it hard to put into words and therefore I am writing it for her as accurately as I can. I hope I do you justice sweetheart…
There’s this moment, this moment that to me is froze and fragmented in time. I carry it with me always, even when I pretend that it’s buried within the deepest section of my core, it still haunts me. It writhes within me and I’m aware that it always will. My Father was a heroine addict, he dedicated fifteen years of his life to a drug, and he dedicated fifteen years of it to neglecting me.
I refer not only to his addiction in the past tense but to him. My Father died last year of an overdose. Upon reflection and ironically it’s probably how he would have wanted to go. For obvious reasons my Mother barely let my brother and I see him and therefore his death hit me in a most unexpected manner and for want of a better expression, it broke my heart. I found him, cold, dead and with the needle still in him. The thing about addicts is people lose sight of the good in them and stop caring about them and I lost sight of my Dad.
He’d been dead for two weeks when I let myself into his flat, I used to take him food because he never ate, not that he had a craving for food, it didn’t quite quench that unstoppable thirst, that only heroine could. My Dad had long since destroyed the veins in his arm, as is often the case with users and he relied on the haggard veins in the soles of his feet. I cannot in any way describe or illuminate to another human being how destructive a scene like that is, it eats at all your happy thoughts and replaces the hope and light in your life.
When I actually manage to sleep my heads riddled with nightmares and I am forever carrying round a pendant of guilt which rests on my heart. My father died alone in a flat that stank of his own faeces that wasn’t fit for a person even as low as him and he died alone. People don’t think about what drugs can do, they try them due to peer pressure, curiosity or just because they are searching for something to fill a void but they are dangerous and can pull everything apart. Heroine will always destroy, it can in no way mend, fulfil or cure, this is a drug that cannot be taken without consequences, please bare this in mind.
There’s this moment, this moment that to me is froze and fragmented in time. I carry it with me always, even when I pretend that it’s buried within the deepest section of my core, it still haunts me. It writhes within me and I’m aware that it always will. My Father was a heroine addict, he dedicated fifteen years of his life to a drug, and he dedicated fifteen years of it to neglecting me.
I refer not only to his addiction in the past tense but to him. My Father died last year of an overdose. Upon reflection and ironically it’s probably how he would have wanted to go. For obvious reasons my Mother barely let my brother and I see him and therefore his death hit me in a most unexpected manner and for want of a better expression, it broke my heart. I found him, cold, dead and with the needle still in him. The thing about addicts is people lose sight of the good in them and stop caring about them and I lost sight of my Dad.
He’d been dead for two weeks when I let myself into his flat, I used to take him food because he never ate, not that he had a craving for food, it didn’t quite quench that unstoppable thirst, that only heroine could. My Dad had long since destroyed the veins in his arm, as is often the case with users and he relied on the haggard veins in the soles of his feet. I cannot in any way describe or illuminate to another human being how destructive a scene like that is, it eats at all your happy thoughts and replaces the hope and light in your life.
When I actually manage to sleep my heads riddled with nightmares and I am forever carrying round a pendant of guilt which rests on my heart. My father died alone in a flat that stank of his own faeces that wasn’t fit for a person even as low as him and he died alone. People don’t think about what drugs can do, they try them due to peer pressure, curiosity or just because they are searching for something to fill a void but they are dangerous and can pull everything apart. Heroine will always destroy, it can in no way mend, fulfil or cure, this is a drug that cannot be taken without consequences, please bare this in mind.
My imaginery struggle with drugs
Guess what? My lecturer asked my friend today if I did drugs, isn’t that a lovely thought? (That was a rhetorical question, if you hadn’t already grasped) This is such an easy assumption for someone to make. I struggle with work and am finding university especially hard, but no instead of offering help, a person merely assumes I’m shooting up in the toilets. That is clearly an over exaggeration, I’m on crack not heroine, ha-ha I’m joking of course even if I do apparently conjure this image of myself in peoples minds.
I’ve had someone state this, very wrongly I might add before. My maths teacher reported me to my tutor, claiming I either suffered from a mental illness or was on skag, my tutor replied in a rather undignified manner by which I mean she told her to fuck off. Therefore I have decided to post this blog as a way to remind people why I feel the need to depict drug experiences to the public. I have several friends who inspired me to start this blog that have been unable to find other peoples drug experiences on the web. They were searching for them as to find a basis to decide whether they want to use such drugs or not, hence I have tried to illustrate both sides of the coin as to further aid decision making. This topic might not be of interest to everyone and may be frowned upon but this blog isn’t for those people. It’s for teenagers who are feeling pressured to do drugs or just want to try them and want to find out from people their own age who occasionally dabble in drugs what it really is like.
Just for the record I’m not on drugs, I’m just a little scatty and get fed up of being made to feel stupid because I’m not a computer weirdo. I come from a little village and we only got Broadband last year, so yeah I’ve got to go I need to go cook up some heroine, I’m due a fix. That was another little joke, just thought I’d clarify that as I don’t want anyone getting confused.
I’ve had someone state this, very wrongly I might add before. My maths teacher reported me to my tutor, claiming I either suffered from a mental illness or was on skag, my tutor replied in a rather undignified manner by which I mean she told her to fuck off. Therefore I have decided to post this blog as a way to remind people why I feel the need to depict drug experiences to the public. I have several friends who inspired me to start this blog that have been unable to find other peoples drug experiences on the web. They were searching for them as to find a basis to decide whether they want to use such drugs or not, hence I have tried to illustrate both sides of the coin as to further aid decision making. This topic might not be of interest to everyone and may be frowned upon but this blog isn’t for those people. It’s for teenagers who are feeling pressured to do drugs or just want to try them and want to find out from people their own age who occasionally dabble in drugs what it really is like.
Just for the record I’m not on drugs, I’m just a little scatty and get fed up of being made to feel stupid because I’m not a computer weirdo. I come from a little village and we only got Broadband last year, so yeah I’ve got to go I need to go cook up some heroine, I’m due a fix. That was another little joke, just thought I’d clarify that as I don’t want anyone getting confused.
20 March 2007
Drugs and Death
I’m interviewing a friend of a friend about the tragic death of her cousin. The air that separates us is full of that kind of tension that makes you want to fall into an invisible hole and I am aware that this topic is one that is seldom broached upon. In 2004 this girl, who wishes to remain un-named lost her cousin to a death that only drugs hold responsibility for.
The man, whose name wasn’t disclosed, had a prosperous future ahead of him that literally evaporated. He was 24, engaged to a beautiful woman and studying mechanical engineering at a university in Hong Kong. However as is often the case with those that are easily influenced and young, he, as the old cliché goes got in with the wrong crowd.
He started taking drugs, at first it was just ecstasy pills, then he branched out to Cocaine and Crack till eventually he got mixed up in the harrowing world of Heroine. He formed a secret life, one that his family were shielded from and one that was wrapped up in a cloth of substances, users and dealers, a life that was inescapable. He borrowed money off his Granddad claiming it was for machinery and maintaining the elaborate lifestyle that his Grandfather had spoilt him with.
The more drugs he did the more disconnected he became from his old life and soon he dropped out of university. These steps led to a path of drug dealing and an over use, resulting in a high level of dependency. When his parents found out of his situation, due to it being impossible for him to hide, they prevented his Granddad from giving him any more money so as to encourage him to get clean.
Heroine is an incredibly dangerous drug, it engulfs your life and paralyses all that is bad and all that is good. It becomes your one and only fixation, your one and only hope, it destroys you as it controls you. This is what happened to her cousin, he couldn’t get clean so he turned to the gangs of china, notorius for their ruthlessness. He borrowed money off these gangs to pay for his habit and he accepted drugs he had no means of paying for. If you can’t pay these gangs with money you pay them with your blood and this is what he did.
On November the third, he and his girlfriend drove to meet some friends; he was heavily under the influence of narcotics. They never made it to meet them. A car smashed into the side of their vehicle instantly killing him, no one else was touched. The accident was written off as being highly suspicious but was coincidently never investigated. It later emerged that the driver of the other car was strongly integrated with the Chinese drug gangs that the man had been borrowing money off.
One of the main aspects of drug abuse and one that is often neglected is the fact that a user has a family, friends and people who generally care about them. In this case the father of the man was driven insane with a need to seek revenge. He sought out the man who caused the accident and tried to murder him. He is still touched only by the need to avenge his son’s death and he, like his son has become unrecognisable due to drugs. If you feel you have an addiction or someone close to you does, click on the websites within this blog and you can get access to help.
The man, whose name wasn’t disclosed, had a prosperous future ahead of him that literally evaporated. He was 24, engaged to a beautiful woman and studying mechanical engineering at a university in Hong Kong. However as is often the case with those that are easily influenced and young, he, as the old cliché goes got in with the wrong crowd.
He started taking drugs, at first it was just ecstasy pills, then he branched out to Cocaine and Crack till eventually he got mixed up in the harrowing world of Heroine. He formed a secret life, one that his family were shielded from and one that was wrapped up in a cloth of substances, users and dealers, a life that was inescapable. He borrowed money off his Granddad claiming it was for machinery and maintaining the elaborate lifestyle that his Grandfather had spoilt him with.
The more drugs he did the more disconnected he became from his old life and soon he dropped out of university. These steps led to a path of drug dealing and an over use, resulting in a high level of dependency. When his parents found out of his situation, due to it being impossible for him to hide, they prevented his Granddad from giving him any more money so as to encourage him to get clean.
Heroine is an incredibly dangerous drug, it engulfs your life and paralyses all that is bad and all that is good. It becomes your one and only fixation, your one and only hope, it destroys you as it controls you. This is what happened to her cousin, he couldn’t get clean so he turned to the gangs of china, notorius for their ruthlessness. He borrowed money off these gangs to pay for his habit and he accepted drugs he had no means of paying for. If you can’t pay these gangs with money you pay them with your blood and this is what he did.
On November the third, he and his girlfriend drove to meet some friends; he was heavily under the influence of narcotics. They never made it to meet them. A car smashed into the side of their vehicle instantly killing him, no one else was touched. The accident was written off as being highly suspicious but was coincidently never investigated. It later emerged that the driver of the other car was strongly integrated with the Chinese drug gangs that the man had been borrowing money off.
One of the main aspects of drug abuse and one that is often neglected is the fact that a user has a family, friends and people who generally care about them. In this case the father of the man was driven insane with a need to seek revenge. He sought out the man who caused the accident and tried to murder him. He is still touched only by the need to avenge his son’s death and he, like his son has become unrecognisable due to drugs. If you feel you have an addiction or someone close to you does, click on the websites within this blog and you can get access to help.
Drugs don't work
It is my particular belief that the occasional use of drugs does little to no harm. However it really is dependant on the kind of person that indulges in them, whether you use or abuse drugs, there is a rather prominent line and you need to know where it starts.
I have several friends who smoke so much weed that the word paranoid really does not shed light upon their mental state. I believe that cannabis should be legalised but i also believe after witnessing some of my beloved friend's boyfriends that drugs can and do, do damage. My lovely friend goes through daily interrogation and general hardship because her boyfriend is reliant on a herb. A strong link has been proved between the use of Cannabis and Schizophrenia, whereby people, especially young men who use a heavy amount of Cannabis over a long period of time can induce Psychosis. This is made highly apparent with certain people and i forever worry that one day his paranoia will get the better of him and he'll hurt my friend.
The use of drugs is a dangerous game and it should be played with causion.
I have several friends who smoke so much weed that the word paranoid really does not shed light upon their mental state. I believe that cannabis should be legalised but i also believe after witnessing some of my beloved friend's boyfriends that drugs can and do, do damage. My lovely friend goes through daily interrogation and general hardship because her boyfriend is reliant on a herb. A strong link has been proved between the use of Cannabis and Schizophrenia, whereby people, especially young men who use a heavy amount of Cannabis over a long period of time can induce Psychosis. This is made highly apparent with certain people and i forever worry that one day his paranoia will get the better of him and he'll hurt my friend.
The use of drugs is a dangerous game and it should be played with causion.
16 March 2007
Police raid seven cannabis farms
The seven "factories" produced hundreds of individual plantsCannabis plants with an estimated street value of £630,000 have been seized across Strathclyde.
More than 2,000 plants were recovered from high value houses in Airdrie, Robroyston, Cambuslang, Clydebank, Battlefield and Budhill, in Glasgow.
Strathclyde Police said seven cannabis cultivations were discovered as a direct response to appeals last month.
Officers urged the public to continue to be on the look out for suspicious activity and the smell of cannabis.
SPOTTING CANNABIS FACTORIES
Windows are permanently covered from the inside
Visits occur at unusual times of the day or night
People often do not live in the premises and only visit
Cannabis or used fertiliser will be removed in bin bags or laundry bags
Compost bags or gardening equipment may be left outside
There may be a pungent smell
Det Ch Supt Stephen Whitelock, director of intelligence for Strathclyde Police, said: "Seven cultivations identified in a three week period indicates the level of concern by law abiding members of our communities."
He said cannabis growth was not a victimless crime and there was a high risk of fire to nearby homes.
"We have established factories in many areas throughout the force area, usually in high value houses in residential areas, sometimes newly built homes," he added.
"The criminals who engage in this type of crime will rent properties in any area and it is our aim to disrupt and dismantle them."
The finds came as part of the force's Operation League, which is aimed at targeting those involved in production.
Information obtained from the BBC NEWS website.
The seven "factories" produced hundreds of individual plantsCannabis plants with an estimated street value of £630,000 have been seized across Strathclyde.
More than 2,000 plants were recovered from high value houses in Airdrie, Robroyston, Cambuslang, Clydebank, Battlefield and Budhill, in Glasgow.
Strathclyde Police said seven cannabis cultivations were discovered as a direct response to appeals last month.
Officers urged the public to continue to be on the look out for suspicious activity and the smell of cannabis.
SPOTTING CANNABIS FACTORIES
Windows are permanently covered from the inside
Visits occur at unusual times of the day or night
People often do not live in the premises and only visit
Cannabis or used fertiliser will be removed in bin bags or laundry bags
Compost bags or gardening equipment may be left outside
There may be a pungent smell
Det Ch Supt Stephen Whitelock, director of intelligence for Strathclyde Police, said: "Seven cultivations identified in a three week period indicates the level of concern by law abiding members of our communities."
He said cannabis growth was not a victimless crime and there was a high risk of fire to nearby homes.
"We have established factories in many areas throughout the force area, usually in high value houses in residential areas, sometimes newly built homes," he added.
"The criminals who engage in this type of crime will rent properties in any area and it is our aim to disrupt and dismantle them."
The finds came as part of the force's Operation League, which is aimed at targeting those involved in production.
Information obtained from the BBC NEWS website.
The last time i dropped ecstasy i tripped like i'd never tripped before, it was interesting, shall we say. It was actually pretty amazing but it does scare me slightly that my brain is seeing and hearing things that aern't really there. Every person i saw i thought was dressed up as zombie, i knew they wern't real but i kept saying to my friends: "Look at those monsters." The people dancing on the stage were the worst, every time the lights flashed on them all i could see were monsters. I saw one man and i thought he had seaweed and slime dangling where his arms should be.
I don't mind seeing things but hearing things upsets me a little. My friend and i were talking to this girl, she was asking me for chewing gum but all i could hear her saying was 'smiley faces' and i kept telling her i had none. It was so trippy, my friend had to tell me what she was saying, it was okay though the girl was also on pills so she got it.
I don't mind seeing things but hearing things upsets me a little. My friend and i were talking to this girl, she was asking me for chewing gum but all i could hear her saying was 'smiley faces' and i kept telling her i had none. It was so trippy, my friend had to tell me what she was saying, it was okay though the girl was also on pills so she got it.
An anonymous drugs experience 5
When i closed my eyes earlier i saw Elvis (a young one i might add) limboing under a swirling circle of cakes in a plush field. This was whilst a ring of rainbow children held hands and sung. 'Bye bye miss American pie' was playing in the background, i havent been doing drugs long and i wasn't on drugs when i visualised this. It just popped into my head, i sometimes wonder if i was always a tad mentally disturbed or if its the drugs warping my brain. Oh well.
An anonymous drugs experience 4
I’m not really that hard core, I’m writing about a drugs experience when really all I’ve encountered is a bit of solvent abuse. I’m not really into the drug scene, I’m not brave enough! I choose not to take ‘real’ drugs because the prospect of death scares me, even if there’s a 0.5% chance of death……odds are I’ll be the 0.5% that dies! So I choose the giggly method of poppers, mainly because there funny and get me drunk a lot faster, saving me money! You get a good minute or two of giggles then about 10 hours worth of brain freeze! Looking at it, it’s probably not worth it but like anything else, habits are hard to kick! I could never do mushrooms, Pills, Coke because I haven’t got the guts, not that that’s a bad thing; I quite like the fact I’m drug free. Poppers, in summery, do nothing, are pointless but hey there funny!
An anonymous drugs experience 3
I was going to my friend’s house party when one of my mates asked me if I wanted to try mushrooms that evening. He told me about the funny trips that he’d experienced on them and said I’d have a whale of a time. I agreed and he gave me a bag full, I didn’t know how many to take or what to do with them so I ate the whole lot. At the party I had a couple of drinks and went for a few spliffs out the back. About two hours passed and still there was no effect so I carried on drinking and smoking away. There was a kid called Danny who is amazing on the drums and was ripping it up in front of an audience of about 25 people, I was enjoying his performance and was lying on the floor under a tiger-skin blanket.
Suddenly the room started swaying slightly and I shut my eyes hard to try and make the feeling pass. I opened them again and looked up; the first thing that caught m eye was a picture of a Bengal tiger on my mate’s bedroom. Casually the tiger moved in the picture to look at me then stepped out of the frame and took a step towards me. I looked around the room in a panic to see if anyone else was seeing what I was. They were still rocking away to Danny on the drums and hadn’t seen the tiger. I started screaming and tried crawling out of the room as quickly as I could; I jumped to my feet and ran as quick as I could away from the tiger. When I got to the end of the corridor it was there waiting for me so I turned and ran back as quick as I could. People were laughing and pointing at me and I was screaming at them to get away from the tiger but they wouldn’t listen they just laughed more. In the end one of my friends grabbed me and told me to calm down, he sat me down in the kitchen and got me a glass of water. I started to calm down slightly when the host of the party’s mum came into the room wanted to know what the screaming was about. I panicked ran straight for the door and jumped into the only hiding place I could see. It happened to be the pond! I hid under the water for as long as I could until I needed a breathe, I jumped out of the water screaming “IT’S COLD!” someone pulled me out and tried to dry me off a bit. I was freezing and decided to take my trousers off because they were soaked. I tried to chill out and stared at the floor for a while. When I looked up everyone’s heads were stretching out and wobbling around, that was the final straw and I decided I was getting out of this place. I got up and ran for the road; I shot out of the garden gate and straight into a moving taxi. I hit the floor like a sack of bricks and laid there with my head spinning for a while. Someone got me up and told me to go back inside, they pushed me in the bathroom and told me to grab a towel and dry myself off. I turned the light on and looked around, I suddenly noticed the whole floor was covered in razor blades so I jumped in the bath and started shouting for help. I took the rest of my clothes off and ripped the shower curtain off the rails and laid them on the floor so I could get to the door without cutting my feet. I opened the door to the shouts of “oh my god he’s naked, what’s he doing?” I saw the stairs and started heading up them but then suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder and I was thrown down the stairs, everything went black and the next thing I know I open my eyes and its daylight and I’m in a cupboard feeling very messy and swearing never to take mushrooms again!
Suddenly the room started swaying slightly and I shut my eyes hard to try and make the feeling pass. I opened them again and looked up; the first thing that caught m eye was a picture of a Bengal tiger on my mate’s bedroom. Casually the tiger moved in the picture to look at me then stepped out of the frame and took a step towards me. I looked around the room in a panic to see if anyone else was seeing what I was. They were still rocking away to Danny on the drums and hadn’t seen the tiger. I started screaming and tried crawling out of the room as quickly as I could; I jumped to my feet and ran as quick as I could away from the tiger. When I got to the end of the corridor it was there waiting for me so I turned and ran back as quick as I could. People were laughing and pointing at me and I was screaming at them to get away from the tiger but they wouldn’t listen they just laughed more. In the end one of my friends grabbed me and told me to calm down, he sat me down in the kitchen and got me a glass of water. I started to calm down slightly when the host of the party’s mum came into the room wanted to know what the screaming was about. I panicked ran straight for the door and jumped into the only hiding place I could see. It happened to be the pond! I hid under the water for as long as I could until I needed a breathe, I jumped out of the water screaming “IT’S COLD!” someone pulled me out and tried to dry me off a bit. I was freezing and decided to take my trousers off because they were soaked. I tried to chill out and stared at the floor for a while. When I looked up everyone’s heads were stretching out and wobbling around, that was the final straw and I decided I was getting out of this place. I got up and ran for the road; I shot out of the garden gate and straight into a moving taxi. I hit the floor like a sack of bricks and laid there with my head spinning for a while. Someone got me up and told me to go back inside, they pushed me in the bathroom and told me to grab a towel and dry myself off. I turned the light on and looked around, I suddenly noticed the whole floor was covered in razor blades so I jumped in the bath and started shouting for help. I took the rest of my clothes off and ripped the shower curtain off the rails and laid them on the floor so I could get to the door without cutting my feet. I opened the door to the shouts of “oh my god he’s naked, what’s he doing?” I saw the stairs and started heading up them but then suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder and I was thrown down the stairs, everything went black and the next thing I know I open my eyes and its daylight and I’m in a cupboard feeling very messy and swearing never to take mushrooms again!
An anonymous drugs experience 2
An anonymous drugs experience
I was at West Fest a Drum & Bass event in Somerset and I’d bought these pills off my friend, they were lime green capsules and looked really dodgy not like ecstasy normally does, but I trusted my mate and bought eight. When we got into the tents my friend bought some more ex (ecstasy) as he didn’t think the ones I’d got would work, so we did one of his first. Later on in the night four of the people I was with and I dropped the lovely green pills and the effects were not good. The four guys that did them mixed them with ex, cocaine and alcohol and they all rushed so hard that they were all violently sick. I wasn’t much better I kept collapsing, I hadn’t felt right from the beginning and I was passing out all over the show. I had to travel back to my home in London and on the train I fainted several times; in the toilets and in the tube station. It was horrendous, my friends wanted to call an ambulance but I was worried my parents would find out so I just went to bed. I wasn’t right for a week after and I lost a stone. I rang my mate and went mad at him and after a while he admitted that he’d sold me speed and he didn’t think it would be a problem. After that experience I would never touch speed again, personally I would never have done it anyway but I definitely wouldn’t go near it.
I was at West Fest a Drum & Bass event in Somerset and I’d bought these pills off my friend, they were lime green capsules and looked really dodgy not like ecstasy normally does, but I trusted my mate and bought eight. When we got into the tents my friend bought some more ex (ecstasy) as he didn’t think the ones I’d got would work, so we did one of his first. Later on in the night four of the people I was with and I dropped the lovely green pills and the effects were not good. The four guys that did them mixed them with ex, cocaine and alcohol and they all rushed so hard that they were all violently sick. I wasn’t much better I kept collapsing, I hadn’t felt right from the beginning and I was passing out all over the show. I had to travel back to my home in London and on the train I fainted several times; in the toilets and in the tube station. It was horrendous, my friends wanted to call an ambulance but I was worried my parents would find out so I just went to bed. I wasn’t right for a week after and I lost a stone. I rang my mate and went mad at him and after a while he admitted that he’d sold me speed and he didn’t think it would be a problem. After that experience I would never touch speed again, personally I would never have done it anyway but I definitely wouldn’t go near it.
An anonymous drugs experience
The first time I dropped ecstasy, I started with a half and took ages to come up so I did another half and I hit euphoria. I popped another two pills that night and to some this might sound sad but it truly was one of the best nights of my life and I’ve never buzzed like that since. The feeling is indescribable it’s like your whole body is tingling hence the expression ‘buzzing’; you have copious amounts of energy. Normally when I drink and go clubbing I tend to last till 3:00am or 4:00am but on pills I can go all night and the next morning. However despite the euphoric state of mind I was in and the great amount of love I felt for the friends I’d known a mere month and random strangers, I still got terrified.
I was dancing like a madwoman on pills, hugging my mates and generally having a good time and then I looked up and saw a man holding a tiny baby up into the crowd in a baby grow. Due to the fact that it was the first time I’d dropped I was so freaked out that I started to panic, luckily I have amazing friends who were on the same level as me and took me to sit down, and I was fine.
The next morning (and this is the part I most want to share) was possibly the worst I’ve ever felt in my whole life. I had the shakes, my heart was going mental and I had weird palpitations, the sweats etc. and I honestly thought I was dying. I was up for three days straight and it has tarnished how I feel about watching the sunrise. Looking back I think it was just my body’s reaction to my first use of pills but at the time I was petrified. However I weighed it up and I decided the buzz was worth the come down.
I was dancing like a madwoman on pills, hugging my mates and generally having a good time and then I looked up and saw a man holding a tiny baby up into the crowd in a baby grow. Due to the fact that it was the first time I’d dropped I was so freaked out that I started to panic, luckily I have amazing friends who were on the same level as me and took me to sit down, and I was fine.
The next morning (and this is the part I most want to share) was possibly the worst I’ve ever felt in my whole life. I had the shakes, my heart was going mental and I had weird palpitations, the sweats etc. and I honestly thought I was dying. I was up for three days straight and it has tarnished how I feel about watching the sunrise. Looking back I think it was just my body’s reaction to my first use of pills but at the time I was petrified. However I weighed it up and I decided the buzz was worth the come down.
Drugs Blog
Drugs blog
This blog aims to portray a neutral tone and in order to do this both sides of the drugs debate needs to be shown. In the news at present evidence has pointed to the idea that drugs cause most people no harm. It claims that people, who use drugs such as ecstasy, cocaine or cannabis on a weekend basis only, are not a danger to themselves or anyone else. This is a reflection of what most people who are unaffected by the scare mongering media have been thinking for a long time.
The report by the Royal Society of Arts said that weekend users should not be penalised by the police as they are not threatening. It also states that The Misuse of Drugs Act (1971) should be overviewed and changed to a Misuse of Substance Act so that illegal drugs are judged on the same level as tobacco, over the counter drugs and alcohol. Clearly the use of recreational drugs can be dangerous due to the problem of lacing or overdosing but those who use drugs on a purely social level at the weekend or seldom do aren’t at a great risk.
Information obtained loosely from Friday’s Metro paper and the RSA website.
This blog aims to portray a neutral tone and in order to do this both sides of the drugs debate needs to be shown. In the news at present evidence has pointed to the idea that drugs cause most people no harm. It claims that people, who use drugs such as ecstasy, cocaine or cannabis on a weekend basis only, are not a danger to themselves or anyone else. This is a reflection of what most people who are unaffected by the scare mongering media have been thinking for a long time.
The report by the Royal Society of Arts said that weekend users should not be penalised by the police as they are not threatening. It also states that The Misuse of Drugs Act (1971) should be overviewed and changed to a Misuse of Substance Act so that illegal drugs are judged on the same level as tobacco, over the counter drugs and alcohol. Clearly the use of recreational drugs can be dangerous due to the problem of lacing or overdosing but those who use drugs on a purely social level at the weekend or seldom do aren’t at a great risk.
Information obtained loosely from Friday’s Metro paper and the RSA website.
Background to my blog
So many websites and books disguise the reality of drug use, virtually shouting the phrase 'You will Die if you do any', this simply isn't the truth. I'm not saying that drugs can not kill you as clearly they can but the fact of it is, is that the outcome of death is rarer than the outcome of a bloody good trip. This blog aims to depict the truth opposed to merely patronise a person with over exaggerated negative information. I will be publishing news, views and analysis on the most commonly used drugs and to further aid a person in finding the truth, i will be blogging anonymously peoples drug experiences both good and bad.
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