hey guys, so last night I did 2C-B for the second time in my life, and I feel like whilst I have some free time at work I thought I would write up a report of the events that transpired last night.
first off, I want to preface that the first time I did 2C-B was Thursday morning at 3:05 AM after quite a few drinks and a good deal of smoke earlier in the evening. 30 mins before this I was at the point where I was at the "slight confusion, tiredness" state that you get sometimes after being crossfaded for a while and not topping up on the intoxicants. anyway, me and my friends smoked more in my room but didn't drink any more.
about an hour after dosing 18mg orally, (T+1hr), the people I was with decided that it was time to go after we smoked our cigarettes outside, and the person that I dosed with stayed with me. since I had a relatively empty stomach, it hit me about 2 hours after taking it (I have a slow digestive system, 2hrs for edibles to kick in too but I haven't done those in a few years). for a first psychadelic experience, I must say that it was awesome! super controllable and I was quite aware of my thoughts and could easily talk to my friend, even though both he and I were seeing the blurry pink and green outlines around things, and the weird textured lines that the ceiling seemed to be making. anyway, to make a long story short I had a cup of coffee with him and we hung out for like two more hours, then went back to my flat to get his weed. at that point I was feeling a lot more on the ground in a way, and I was comfortable being left alone. I said goodnight, listened to some music and eventually fell asleep by 7:30 (T+4hr05).
now, this is where the story gets interesting. for reference, thursday was a stressful blur as I had to wake up 2hr30 after falling asleep coming down, so I was sleep deprived all day. fell asleep at 7pm and woke up at 10am yesterday (Friday). feeling much better, I ripped a geeb before class and chilled out throughout that. then got some food around 2pm and went back to my flat.
when i got to my flat, I noticed a doseable amount of powder left in the corner of my desk where my friend was loading the capsules with the 2C-B, so I did what any idiot would do and used my Nectar card to scrape it all up, dust included, and put it into a rizla to bomb. so I did, and it was fine. bear in mind, I ate after this. if I were to guess, I probably had 2-5mg in that bomb, and at one point I thought I was seeing my fear and loathing poster move, but I eventually reconciled with myself and thought "nope, defo not enough to be seeing things, it must be the placebo effect". perhaps maybe it was more than I thought and the initial tolerance of doing it again just over 24hrs made the effects different... but I can assure you it was actually just a low dose.
the reason I know it was a low dose is because later in the day on a complete and utter whim, I asked my friend when he was getting his weed back from me if I could have some 2C-B, and since he bought the gram like 2-3 years ago, he said sure thing.
disclaimer: at this point of dosing yet again, he had things to do with his day and let me know full well that he could not be there for me to trip sit, and if shit goes bad that it's on me because it was my decision, and he is totally correct. don't blame anything here on him, this was my choice.
anyway, back to the story. so, at 5:55pm last night, I decided to up the dose to 20mg oral, so I popped that down the hatch. (by the way, I had a full stomach because I mentioned that I ate only 3hrs before this, and was qujite full.) a while later, (T+1hr-ish), my friend texted me to let me know about this tolerance thing, which I completely overlooked, and asked if I wanted to top up with another 10mg. I said fuck it, because I felt like the tolerance could definitely impact me, especially after reading loads of stories of people not getting affected or not as much on a full stomach, but also the tolerance was a factor. so, I thought nothing would happen. boy was I wrong
later on after more cigs and managing to get some dishes and cleaning done, I decided that I wanted to get some dinner since I felt a tiny bit peckish, and it would be nice to eat something with the movie I was planning on watching when the trip started. just as I was thinking about going to the shop, I started feeling a tad bit funky. I checked my pupils with a good old snapchat selfie, and sure enough they looked a tiny bit larger than normal. I shrugged it off, popped my airpods in and decided to walk to the closest sainsburys local. about 5 minutes out of my flat (T+4hrs), I started to feel it coming up, relatively strong. anyway, managed to get to sainsburys, got my juice and sandwich, and by the time I was at the checkout, I was spacing out. i think I must've spent at least 20 seconds just trying to decide which method to pay with because I was also using my phone at the same time, but anyway, mission successful. just after walking out, I could feel that my eyes were wide the fuck open and my legs started feeling more jelly like by the minute.
continuing on, I was walking back and things were starting to get blurry. one of the main things in particular was the undulating brick path that I was on. it felt like every step that I took put me into a different frame of a film captured on a fisheye / macro lens (corners were blurry), and things were defo getting weird.
the first thing that scared me was as I was walking to a spot to smoke a cigarette, I got stopped by some roadmen offering their numbers and xanax and ket and stuff. funny note, they asked if I did drugs and I said no, and when he asked me either "what did you take" or "what do you take", I replied stupidly "2C-B", which returned blank stares. I held it together though, took the number down to get rid of them and we fucked off our separate ways. as I'm writing this by the way I realize that it's pretty long, but there's a lot to recall - sorry about that. at this point, I get to the place I want to smoke a cigarette, but I find that it's super difficult to roll whilst the entire grass area and muddy bits in front of you are looking like an undulating wave, but I managed to get through it and I power smoked my cig. from here, I knew I was still coming up so I went to my flat again and experimented with listening to some loud as fuck house music (sorry neighbors) and putting my rgb led room lights to that one slow feature that changes through the colors, which was pretty cool - but not what I wanted somehow. so from there I had the wonderful idea of watching the movie I wanted to watch, Fear and Loathing evidently. I managed to make it something like 14 minutes into the movie until I realized that I couldn't tell what was moving and warping in the movie and what was looking strange in real life. I honestly had no idea if I should have been seeing things like that in just the first 14 minutes (I've seen it before like 3 times), so I decided to call it quits and turn it off because it was way too overstimulating.
from there, I definitely was at my peak I think. it must've been about 10:30pm (T+5hrs) and I was tripping shit. I was at the point where I started to dissociate from myself when I touched the wall because whenever I looked away from my second hand on the wall, it started to melt / warp into the same motion that the rest of this wall was doing. for reference it was just a blue fabric pin board above my desk. anyway, I was feeling super fucked and decided that maybe the thing that I wanted was some company. so I texted another friend and we met for a cigarette and a chat about 10 mins later, but it was not that great. everything outside seemed to dark, too much orange and green colors that I didn't like, and I had this awkward fear of more people coming up to me and judging me because I looked like I had fucking owls eyes. I also couldn't put together a simple sentence or remember what park I wanted to walk to (bad idea, glad she told me not to walk to the park that late at night). I also felt like I was scaring her because of this, and asked her a few times if I was, but I feel like that made it worse, who knows. (texted her after the plateau and she was all good, people do weird things on drugs). We smoked our cig and she left, so I decided to go to another (closer) store to get some chewing gum. got to the door and had an awkward standoff with someone holding it open until they left, then I walked in. obviously looking like I was on MDMA or some shit rolling my tits off, I think in retrospect it must've been pretty funny. I get to the checkout and grab four packs of gum, and stare at the register's total screen, spacing out. must've been a while because the cashier told me to put my card on the reader, and I didn't even remember that that was how I was paying.
anyway I got back to my room again, listening to some more music for about 5 minutes, then the indecisiveness came back to me again. I think that this was caused by the stimulant effect of it, but someone can let me know if I'm wrong. I decided to roll another cigarette and take a walk around the campus, but I had no idea of a route or what to do. so I put Purple Rain by Prince on, and started smoking this cig the second I stepped out my front door, and took a brief walk around. I got super nervous though because I didn't want to get approached or even talk to people I knew, so I power walked, and chiefed the fuck outta that cigarette. the weirdest thing I remember though was feeling like my hand wasn't there / the cigarette wasn't there. the cig itself felt super unaturally soft, and I clenched my hand holding it a few times to check that it was still there. not even halfway through this cigarette though, I felt as though I'd be a lot safer and feel a lot better by going right back to my flat and locking up and all, and definitely not going out again.
at the point where I got in, I tried listening to different genres of music, but nothing really sounded great. I turned off my PC, shut my window and turned all the lights off to get in bed at about 11:30 (T+5hr35). from here on I just tried battling away the weird thoughts with the good old "it's not real, shit'll be normal in the morning or hopefully quite soon". I sat there and played nonogram puzzles on my phone (playing logic games, no matter how long it took me really helped, because it was the one thing that continually made sense), until I felt like I needed to sleep. one important thing to know is that I had to be up for work at 6am this morining, so I had to fight to get myself to sleep. I tried tossing and turning and moving my pillows, drinking water, and listening to classical music (some pieces were nice but I listened to one quite long piece that sounded like a beautiful sunrise coming up but there were sharp jabs on minor chords attacking the major chords every now and then, and it genuinely made me upset each time that happened, and in the end there wasn't even a major chord crescendo, which pissed my off.)
eventually at around 1-1:30am I felt a lot more normal and I could tell at 1:30am that I was coming down, if not already down, or I managed to subdue the effects enough by the methods I used. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth then, and finally fell asleep somewhere around 2am, feeling way better but still quite hyper. if anyone wonders though, I managed to get up at 6am just fine and felt really good too, not even tired, and took a really nice warm shower. got to work 2 mins early too, and today has been quite a good day.
also, as of midday yesterday (took a geeb after I got food for lunch), I have quit weed, so that probably had a large effect on my insomnia-ish feeling. until yesterday I have smoked for about 1-1.5 months straight and have wanted to quit for the longest time because of money and productivity issues.
tl:dr - do drugs with friends that you trust at doses you know you're comfortable with