Citation: WamBamActionMan. "I Felt Really Fucking Talkative: An Experience with Products - Bath Salts ('Snowblind') (exp89327)". Erowid.org. Feb 24, 2017. erowid.org/exp/89327
A Bathsalts Laud
Medical Conditions: Bipolar Disorder; Depression; Anxiety Disorder; Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome; Addictive Personality.
Prelude/Setting: Alright, so last week, I stayed up talking to a good friend. He apparently was tripping on something similar to coke and tripping his balls off. I became interested and was invited to partake the upcoming weekend. Excitedly, I accepted and arrived that Saturday morning, 25 dollars accompanying me. E (the offer-er) phoned his guy. The dude took like an hour and a half. E's brother went out front to the high school parallel to his place, looking sketchy as hell and returned with a package titled 'SnowBlind'. A tiny baggy hung stapled to the inside, skulls imprinted on the back. I pulled the pack off of the cardboard and examined the substance. It was an off white fine powder. E's brother took out E's yearbook from our elementary days, proceeding to pour the substance onto it. I watched intently as he began to separate a line from the batch. He asked if I wanted a fat one. Looking to E for my advice, he shook his head and told me that it would be best to start low.
3:10 pm/ Dosing: I lean over the 'bath Salts', straw in hand, and stuck it into my nose and inhaled the powder. The sting wasn't too strong and the drip didn't taste half as bad as most meds. I expected to feel the effects immediately, didn't though. I could care less however. Proclaiming myself done, I stood, walking and then sitting myself on the couch. As I waited, I found myself wandering online.
3:45 +35/ The Uprising: Every drug/ med I've ever taken had always ended up taking double the estimated time to kick. With this in mind, I didn't become too pissed when ten minutes later it hadn't come into effect. At about 3:45 I finally began to feel the pull. My mood was lifted, though I didn't at first notice it. By this point, my nose was running ceaselessly. Usually, this would piss the crap out of me-- I hate that shit. Thankfully, I found that I didn't really mind, however. Continuing to read experiences of this crap, I enthusiastically told my buds that I was actually going to write my own report. They laughed and pushed me on as they reminisced about how we had always told each other that we would do this on DXM, but always found ourselves too high and/or disassociated. As they continued talking, I relaxed and began typing.
4:00/ Plateau: I felt really fucking talkative. My joints started to feel all tingly and I notice a complete loss of appetite. I was typing like crazy and every few minutes, I felt the need to participate in the ongoing conversation. When I spoke, E’s brother leaned in, ending up just telling me to speak louder. I could’ve sworn that I was speaking at a normal volume. Looking back, however, taught me otherwise.
5:00/ The comedown: When we finished packing all of the stuff away, we hurriedly went outside. Our ride to the mall had arrived. When we had actually gotten to the pile of shit, we entered the book store and sat down at an empty table near the café. Early, E said he felt like horse-shit. Before we had snorted the drugs, he found that he had lost his phone and was even more pissed when his brother informed us that the dealer wouldn’t be coming out later, shoving our plans for that night in the mud. He said he felt anxious, and generally just like crap. I offered him some tea, but he declined. He’s my best friend, but he was really bringing me down.
As time went on, my thoughts began to falter and I had this huge urge to do more. I said we should go to the family bathroom and do some more, but when we attempted to enter, this fucker told the other two to go to the other one. We all left and sat in some random corner of the book store. The comedown made me want to do a lot more, really bad. I left my baggy at his place though, so was forced to deal with it. The warm feeling in my bones slowly began to diminish, along with my drive to do anything, and my racing thoughts. It was pretty similar to coming off of an amphetamine, a lot less harsh though.
I'll definitely be back for more.
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