Ecstasy : Coming UpSubmitted by Spam at 2005-10-25 05:27:42 EDT
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Part 1 Dropping - http://www.ubersite.com/m/77028
Part 2 Crashing - http://www.ubersite.com/m/77213
"Mate," He says with a chuckle, "you look like shit."
I don't know if he's trying to raise a smile or if it's just a factual observation but either way, he gets no reaction, I'm not confident enough in my ability to manipulate the muscles in my face, so instead I just let my head loll on the back of my chair and close my eyes.
Not one of my better ideas.
The removal of vision seems to shut down all other external senses, the only things that exist in my world now are the pressure in my chest and the turmoil in my head as my mind tries to deal with a chaotic mass of half-formed thoughts that are barely sensible at the best of times. My heart is tearing itself apart and I can almost feel the blood racing around my body, dispensing more of the poison in it's wake. There's a prickle across every inch of my skin as each individual hair uncurls itself to stand on end - I don't have to open my eyes to know that I've got goose pimples to go with it. So Why am I still fucking sweating? This whole thought process is played out over of the thumping baseline of my heart and the rhythm section of breathless inhalations that echo around my head far louder then is necessary.
H E A T
I've now completely lost all feeling in my limbs and with my eyes still firmly shut, they may as well not exist. An icy grip ensnares my groin as gravity shifts slightly and reality starts to revolve around me. Soon I'm completely disorientated, no concept of up and down, or left and right, no concept of anything at all. My whole universe is contained within a floating bubble of consciousness created by my random thoughts echoing across the infinite. Nothing else exists bu...
"Dude. Take this"
My eyes snap open and reality slides into focus in a blur lasts for a brief eternity.
Rob is squatting in front of my armchair so that he intrudes on my field on vision, he's coated in perspiration but there's a joyous grin on his face as he pushes a glass of ice-water in my hand and closes my fingers around it.
"Drink." he says.
I try to mumble an objection, earlier fears of water-poisoning resurfacing. He interjects in a reassuring voice:
"You're coming up dude. The feeling's gonna be a little intense because we Fucked Up and these pills are pretty fucking strong. You'll be okay in a few minutes though, just ride it out and try to go with it." His plastic smile remains as he continues, but something in his eyes changes, like he knows exactly what's dominating my thoughts. "If you were gonna die, I'd've left already"
Relief. With one hearty team speech and a lame joke, he's laid waste to the plethora of paranoia that I was in serious danger of succumbing to. Rob's a fucking pill monster, if anybody knows what they're doing, it's him. He says this slow motion hell will subside, so that means it will. I'm gonna be okay. Jesus Christ, I’m gonna be okay. I fucking love this guy.
My whole state of mind shifts poles into positive and The Fear I felt previously evaporates far faster then the sweat that's practically steaming from my super-heated body ever will. I still feel weak but now, armed with an optimistic outlook, I am amble to relate it to the light-headed euphoria experienced after a bout of intense fucking. A lazy smile slowly ambles it's away across my face and even though I can still barely see anything but white noise through the slits of my eyes, I realise that actually it's quite enjoyable.
Seizing the moment, an enterprising group of neurons amongst my mushy grey-matter decides to take the initiative and out of nowhere It's delivering a pep talk to the rest of my collective consciousness. 'It's all just the drugs man,' says my internal voice, 'What you're experiencing right now is caused by the chemicals in those two pills mixing with your body chemistry. You're not going mad. Things are going to be a little tough for a few minutes as you try to adjust but then everything's gonna be peaches and cream. Even if it's too much for you to handle, whatever happens is only going to last for this night. Tomorrow, everything'll be just fine. Try and enjoy it. It's all just the drugs.... Tomorrow everything'll be fine.' The reassurance feels good. Really good.
I take a sip of the water I'd almost forgotten I was holding and shudder with pleasure at the sensation of the near-freezing liquid sliding down my throat and dousing the inferno. Christ that tastes good. I look down and see that I'm intensely massaging the palm of my left hand with the thumb of my right. Curiously, this strips me of all agitation and the twitchiness of earlier crumbles under the weight of concentration I appear to be putting into this one relaxing act. Then, doubt needles me for a second as I dwell on how strange I must look, sitting here rubbing my palms together like some sort of Bond villain seconds before big Jim gets the worlds most technologically advanced circumcision. I need something else to think about.
There's a Benson in my mouth almost before I make the decision and without thinking, I grind lighter wheel against flint and push down on the button to release the gas that ignites on the subsequent sparks with a faint 'thwap'. A hazy flame shoots forth from my fist, glowing and flickering.
I stare at it in rapt wonder until I start to feel the flint-wheel growing hotter against my thumb.
"That..." I say to Rob in an almost breathless whisper, "Is the most amazing thing I've ever fucking seen."
There's a derisive snort from one of the pot-heads but that doesn't much matter, even if the image hadn't stripped my vocabulary down to the monosyllabic, there's no words in my arsenal to explain to them the profound sense of beauty and peace I feel just watching this flame dance for me. If they don't understand it, then it's not worth my time to describe it.
Rob's about to retort on my behalf when a bassey note from the TV throbs through the room and reduces everybody to silence, stoner and pillhead alike. It's a car advert, but I couldn't tell you the make - as soon as the note hits me my head empties completely and I don't even notice that I've closed my eyes and begun swaying rhythmically, letting the music flow through me. Nothing is said for the entire 45 second duration of the piece as everybody is taken away to their own personal plai,n even the pot heads are sucked in.
And then, when it's over, Rob says:
'I'm gonna put some music on'
And that’s when all hell started to break loose.