Citation: Comfy Dude. "The Rampage: An Experience with Alzoprolam (Xanax), Alcohol & Cannabis (exp56365)". Erowid.org. Oct 15, 2009. erowid.org/exp/56365
About a week ago I purchased some Xanax from a friend of mine. I had taken the drug before and knew its' effects well. I use Xanax recreationally and I use it to cope with my anxiety at work (talking to girls, solving problems, etc.) It's a great drug for anxiety because I get this overwhelming feeling of security, if I take the right dose of course. Well here we go, I'm going to do the best I can to recall all of the events, because it affects my memories :)
T+ 0.00 mins
I am resting on my couch and I am thinking of taking some Xanax seeing as I have nothing else to do. I'm off work today and I have the house to myself. I imagine activities that I can have fun with while using xanax. I really like to play video games while on xanax because I feel like I can really focus on what I'm doing and nothing distracts me from the game. I really do suffer from ADD and anxiety, that's why I cherish xanax, but I will continue my experience. I take 1 blue xanax with water, no alcohol yet, that comes in later.
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I can feel that xanax starting to sweep over me because I took it on an empty stomach. The drug is more intense on an empty stomach. I'm having fun playing Elder Scrolls 4 Oblivion on my PC and I suddenly remember that alcohol intensifies the effects of xanax (and many other drugs) This is when I drink the first beer.
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The 12oz can of beer does wonders because I feel euphoric thoughts erupting like a volcano. Deep thoughts occur that normally wouldn't surface if I wasn't under the influence of xanax. I remember thinking that if I were to take just one more blue xanax and crack open another beer I would go even further into these wonderful thoughts. I kept thinking about how wonderful everything I have is. I started to appreciate my home, my family, my freedom. It was a glowing experience to say the least. It was as if any thoughts of self doubt, fear, sadness...did not exist.
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It's been an hour since I took the first blue pill. I feel so good right now. I have taken the second blue xanax and I am drinking my second beer. I am careful with alcohol and xanax, I have had a prior experience to this one when I took 3 peach xanax (half the potency of the blue ones) at a party while already intoxicated by about 7 beers and all I remember from doing that is puking my guts out and the toilet and then my friend L dragging me to a bed to pass out...yeah not fun. This experience was different though, it was controlled and I knew what I was doing and what my body could handle. Now I am excited and anticipate the second dose to wave in. I am still just playing my computer game but little did I know that the second xanax I took would take hold of me and make me do things I would never have done if not under the influence.
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I have left the living room and I am now in my bedroom loading plastic bb's into my favorite airsoft gun. I play airsoft with friends in my neighborhood and it is a hobby of mine. I change into my BDU's (Battle Dress Uniform) my combat boots and my JT goggles. I feel like roaming around the neighborhood and shooting plastic ammunition at my neighbors. Around this time is when I take the third blue xanax. What is strange is that when I think about it now, I am ashamed of what I did because I could have gotten in a lot of trouble. I live in the country and when I say neighbors I am describing houses that are a good distance away from mine. I distinctly remember jogging long distances to set up in a position to fire my airsoft gun at houses. I would laugh at the 'tink' sound the plastic rounds were making against the neighbors windows and cars.
All of a sudden I remember this girl I am crazy about who lives down the road and I want to go see her. It's like 3 in the morning but I'm so fucked up I just don't care. I run back to my house and I get in my mom's SUV to drive down to her house. [Erowid Note:
Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. Don't do it!]
I know, I know, extremely bad idea...but hey at the time I felt unstoppable. I drove to a location close to her house but I didn't actually drive into her driveway, glad as hell I didn't now that I think about it lol. I start making my way across her yard and I tap on her window but nothing. She is asleep, she is still in school and she is sleeping because she will have to wake up early for school. I don't try tapping any harder because it might wake someone who I don't want awakened.
I'm driving home now, I am under the control of the xanax and alcohol because in my mind I can remember feeling angry that I couldnt speak to this girl. I spot a mailbox and I slow down and look at it for a moment and decide it would be fun to drive my moms huge SUV into their mailbox and knock it over. Well I actually did it, I punched the gas and ran into the mailbox and knocked it over. Honestly people, I really did this. I remember having a good laugh and driving home. It was when I was getting out of the car that I had realized what I had done. Xanax is strange, if I take enough it will make me do things I regret, but at the time of action there is no conscience saying 'That's not a good idea.' The plastic license plate cover was cracked all to shit and there was a small dent in the front of the SUV and I shook my head and though oh man what the fuck did I do that for.
Maybe that has a connection to why xanax lets me open up to people and it frees me from anxiety. The alcohol I believe just intensifies that and maybe that is why I so desperately tried to see this girl. Also the reason I ran over the mailbox, my emotions were amplified. I have cried while taking Xanax because it unlocks emotions that are bottled up inside of me sometimes.
I am changing into some more comfortable clothes and I decide to eat some food because I am feeling excessively dizzy from the xanax and alcohol. I finish eating my meal and I smoke some cannabis and reflect on all the events that happened. When I smoked the weed my brain's thoughts picked up and started moving faster and I started to worry about the cracked license plate and that small dent in my moms car. I drift to sleep...the xanax provides me a sleeping aid.
The Next Day
I wake up feeling a little hung over, a little confused, but I immediately remember fucking up my moms vehicle. I quickly think up a story about hitting a deer, it happens a lot out here :). When I come home from work there's my mom, we exchange words and talk for a while and then I bring up that I hit a deer on the way home. She beleived me and even thinks the dent is from a deer's antler. I feel bad for lying but what was I supposed to say, 'I was drunk and taking xanax and I ran over this guy's mailbox.'
This experience was intense to say the least, xanax is more intense than a lot of people think it is. The blue ones are anyways. Well I've shared my experience with you and I hope people out there will read this and gain knowledge about xanax from this.
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