Confessions of a Fiend: Details of Degeneracy | Pretext and X
- Thomas Viola
- Mar 15, 2017
- 2 min read
Starting off this series, I'd like to make it known that the majority of these stories were drug induced hazes of deplorable nonsense. It can all be traced back to my first time experimenting with ecstasy.
My friend had been selling X for about a month, after our weed man showed him how profitable it could be. Another friend of mine, we'll call him Twist, had tried it when it first hit our circle a few weeks prior to that. We were over at a buddy's house smoking and having a good time. That's when Twist spilled the beans. I had never thought about doing anything much harder than weed and some hallucinogens, and after Twist's description of his New Year's Eve on them, cuddling with grown men in a large blanket and such, I was reluctant to try one of these rainbow colored pills stamped with the Paul Frank logo. But Twist had them and I was getting more and more okay with the notion of losing my mind as the night went on. At some point, he put two on the table and said "Pick one". Thinking not much of it, I grabbed the purple pill with white and brown specks and chased it with the cream soda I had to my side. At first everything was normal. Then, LIFT OFF.
It was about a half hour after I took the pill that I started to feel it. A bit of an wispy, lighter-than-air feeling, and colors were starting to get more and more vibrant. We turned on some Basshunter and that's when shit started getting real. I can remember putting my face to the carpet and caressing the curtains with pure sensory overload not knowing how to process how good something so simple felt to touch. I called my girlfriend at the time (I believe it was Valentine's Day but I may be mistaken) and confessed my pure love to her. With gum in my mouth and pupils the size of dimes, that conversation lasted for two hours, although it felt like minutes. The group at the house was mostly tired except for Twist and I, so we all went to bed. I remember the sunlight as being my worst enemy that morning until I finally forced myself to sleep.
Waking up around 3 PM I was a bit stiff, a bit groggy, but had definitely just experienced something life changing. The "after glow" was in full effect still and my pupils had not yet constricted, so I cranked up some Tiesto on my phone and went home to try to further process the night I had just had. This began a very fun, slightly dangerous two years.
Confessions of a Fiend is an ongoing series of stories shared by our contributors about their lives. These anecdotes may be embellished or just remembered incorrectly. None of these stories are to be taken seriously even if they did occur.
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