“You took too much, man. You took too much, too much”
Monday, April 28th, 2008I did it again. Why did I do it again? This shit’s not safe in my hands.
There’s this scene in “Fear and loathing in Las Vegas”, the movie. Raoul Duke was paranoid that the cops might have found his secret stash of … pineal gland. Dr. Gonzo inquires further. That’s supposed to be the best ultraconcentrated dope, and you’re supposed to take just a little droplet to trip for days on end. Dr. Gonzo goes and takes everything, and starts having a huge bad trip. Duke just looks at him and says “Look at your face. You’re about to explode.” He’s kinda pissed that Gonzo finished up all of his stash at once, but he’s also concerned about his voyage buddy, so it averages out to being unconcerned. In the same cynical voice he starts to ramble.
“You took too much, man. You took too much, too much.
Don’t try and fight it you’ll get brain bubbles, aneurysms
You’ll just whither up and die”
all while Dr. Gonzo is apparently swimming on his bed or something.
I did it again. I took 10mg Ritalin straight — how long ago? Eleven hours ago. When the focus thing started to warble out, about say, four hours ago I took 5mg more. Yep, I one-upped myself. I’m just not safe around this stuff. And I didn’t really accomplish anything nearly proportional to the megadose I did — I should have just had 5mg and be satisfied with whatever I could accomplish with that, but somehow I wanted to do this faster, do this better, and now I’m fucked up, fucked up.
