>> bb/177895@177895
When I was 7, my father gave me a beer after a bath. At the age of 12 he started smoking and never quit. At the age of 13, he was drunk for the first time, to vomit.
At 16, a garic blew regularly.
When I was 21, my father gave me a butyrate (he was a chemist, he made it himself). Oh, that's my love. I ordered a 20-liter can of butyrolactone in Ukraine. On a wild spectacle, he took her from a train station conductor and took a taxi home. Of course, the next three years have been a lot of fun.
At 22, ecstasy and amph.
At the age of 24 - baclofen as a substitute for butyrate (I am sitting on the system, I still use it).
At 27, stamps. Fucking experience, fucking those visuals and losing control.
At 28, mushrooms. I like them.
At the same time, they gave a try of good cocaine at the Gasprom party. I'd rather have a good amph/meth. Cocaine high isn't mine.
At 29, Gerdos. Sitting on a needle for five years, barely tied up - with the help of a buckle, by the way.
The best high is crystalline MDMA in the same bayan with heroin. 100mg/100mg. That's fucking powerful. You puke in the rainbow.
Worst high is DOB. It's a nightmare. In general, psychosis (except for mushrooms) is not mine.