Lemon Glow

DOSE: T+ 0:00 repeated oral Alcohol - Hard T+ 1:00 repeated insufflated Cocaine T+ 5:00
smoked Cannabis

       BODY WEIGHT:
   60 kg
     

I live in Mexico city, I'm 23 years old and statistically considered upper class in my country. My parents are divorced, me and my brother live alone in a dad-sponsored apartment, and we both go to college: I'm majoring in urban engineering. I exercise regularly, and try to eat very healthy.

Drug culture in Mexico City while considered nonexistent; is thriving across the city in upper-middle and upper class youth. We are considered a country of pushers-not-consumers however all kinds of drugs are consumed very secretively in rave parties, clubs and private parties. Note the 'very secretively' part, most of the druggies I�ve met in Mexico try not to display their drug use with people they know and lead two different lives perfectly. Police is not a hassle in my social circle.

Both my parents and my brother despise drugs to a pathological level and my father tests me every now and then for drugs. This is understandable given the fact that my dad is quite the orthodox in practicing morale and my mom has had recent drug abuse problems of which I was unaware off (she is/was addicted to clonazepam and oxycodone).

All of my friends have a similar socioeconomic background and are of the same age. We've known each other for years and grew up with a terribly lame idea of drugs; basically we feared them and preferred to get wasted every single weekend: drugs didn't sounded like much fun and our parents would surely send us to rehab.

As you might expect for late-bloomers (we tried pot at 21), drug use in my social circle is rampant and singularly precocious. Since money is not a particular concern, we have steady sources of good stuff and we abuse it on private parties and dance events. So far it has been a good experience, I've had no troubles with the law and made lots of new friends. In barely a year and a half I've tried pot (which I've grown to love), amphetamines, oxycodone, heroin (snorted), LSD, methamphetamine (orally), poppers, MDMA and peyote (my only bad trip). Nevertheless, the use of cocaine in Mexico is considered social seppuku, so we had never even tried it till the day of this experience.

How my experience started? In all I had practiced an absurd allergy to cocaine (absurd given all the other stuff we've tried) and grown sick of amphetamines and MDMA. I just hated the depression (moderate), the non- existent hunger, and the anhedonia I had to bear for over 4 days after a party. Cocaine appealed as a quicker rush without the heavy toll that speed use carries. Even more, 3 of my friends had tickets for saturday night to see John Digweed and Sasha (our favorite dj's) so my brother being out of town, I decided on my own to try blow. I easily seduced my other friends into joining my experience (I hated to even think of doing it alone) and went to see DM, our dealer and friend.

Cocaine is relatively unexpensive in Mexico, I can score decent stuff in downtown slums for about 35 dollars a gram, but DM got ahold of some superior coke (so he claimed) and was selling it for 150 a gram. The coke he showed us came in little plastic ziplock bags. We were told that the one in the greenish bags was lemon flavored and the pink ones were cherry flavored.

Since I have a relatively strong tolerance to drugs, (in order to get a nice trip I had to consume up to 60 mgs of speed or 4 to 6 ecstasy pills per night) and we were all kind of drunk on some bourbon he poured us, we bought 750 worth (5 grams). It certainly looked like a lot of coke and I remember thinking we overdid it, but I had been waiting for this 2 dj's for over 3 months and was very excited.

Saturday night came and we were ready. JS, one of my friends, came to pick me up around 11:00. The mood just kept rising. All the way to the event we were smoking some nice white widow (he has a cabrio, so we love to get stoned in his car) and listening to some old, trippy Sasha tunes. Traffic is a plague in Mexico city, so when we arrived at THE place it was about 1 a.m and we were really, really stoned (about 2 joints). We met T and M, my other two friends and stood in the huge line to get in. T and M were in a similar festive attitude because they had had half a tab of acid each. As we approached the entry, we noticed some policemen doing random searches and got very paranoid. I ran to an empty port-a-potty and hid all 3 baggies in my boxers.

This was so far the intro to the trip. To better illustrate it, I decided to make a timeline:

1:30 am- No problem getting in. The warmup dj sucked, so we asked for some grape juice red bull and a bottle of vodka to prevent the speedy spectacle we usually give at dance parties while high (we abuse it and it shows...).

2:00 am- No John or Sasha in sight. JS and I are fairly drunk (4 glasses) but sleepy and kind of bored. My other 2 friends are tripping in acid and express no interest in doing the coke, they wander around the place (a big bodega) looking to score ecstasy, which they do and consume.

2:30 am- JS and I decide to do some coke in his car (security is hawkish) to wake us both up. I am really nervous as we open the tiny bag so JS decides to cut the lines from the flakey mound. He breaks 4 small lines as directed by DM and I decide to go first.

I'm nervous so all I do in my first try is disperse the line on the card. I jump to the second one immediately but this time we use a short straw, so I manage to snort it entirely. It smells like Kool Aid and chemicals.

In about 15 seconds I begin to feel some strong effects. The drip in back of my throat tastes sort of bittersweet (it is not upleasant) ,and everything, I mean EVERYTHING in my face is numb. My teeth, my front sinuses, my tearducts, my cheekbones. I try to swallow but even my tongue seems numb so I spit instead.

2 minutes later my body seems to start warming up very nicely (it's chilly in the parking lot). Its a warm, rushy feeling of well being. I absolutely love the numbness in my face so I just keep touching my front with my fingers and licking my teeth. I feel the urge to talk. I just keep touching my front with my fingers and licking my teeth. I feel the urge to talk.