Hello guys. This was my post earlier https://www.reddit.com/r/Drugs/s/oIcCoaMGO7

What happened is that I ended up smoking alpha-pvp (flakka, bath salts) all night and day. It happened so fucking randomly and went bad pretty quickly. I share my story to stop anyone, who had the idea of trying alpha-pvp, from doing it. Guys im so fucked right now.

So one guy asked me out yesterday evening, we decided to smoke some weed and hang out for a little bit, as i had a job next morning. And i work as a private teacher for one kid. I don’t have kids, as I’m young myself, as in my earlier post many people thought i had one. Fuck I know that’s fucked up.

I knew that guy was doing some drugs, he was offering to me to smoke some, he was saying it’s an amphetamine. But I always said no, as I only smoke weed now and had some experience with different stimulants (amphetamine and coke), and i just decided to stay off it completely. But that evening i agreed for some reason. He said we could load a little bit of alpha-pvp in the bong with weed, and “It’ll have a little effect on you. It’s just like a booster for weed”. I knew about alpha-pvp. Fucking a lot.

I was curious about this drug, as i saw a lot of posts even on reddit about that drug, what it can cause, “the zombie drug”, those crazy videos with people being completely off their mind for real. It was just an interesting topic to research, i didn’t really want to try it, but some time i was thinking about it, but I quickly was able to say “wtf. No”.

I strongly had decided to try it only with weed in bong. The effects were present, and it felt fucking awesome. That stimulant euphoria and rush, but not too overwhelming. It felt so exactly on point. The intensity, the feeling itself. Until it quickly wore off. And I started feeling a very sudden comedown. My mood went almost immediately down, I stopped talking and felt pretty heavy in my head. All of this happened within 30 minutes.

Than the guy offers to hit a pipe. I stopped being in control of the situation. The time was already 12am or so, and I needed to go home, but i lived close to that crackhouse. So i said fuck it. We agreed with him that i smoke one time, then we’d go for a walk to my house and the guy’d also hook me up with some weed so i could just fall asleep.

That’s the point where everything went ugly.

I hit the pipe, i felt the craziest rush of my life. This drug is so fucking good, I instantly realised why people get addicted to it. As we all think it’s stupid to get high on shit that makes you literally crazy, this drug feels really great. I realised that i’ll never do that shit again in my life. But after this night.

The guy started offering me to buy more and hang out “harder” in the evening the following day. But I never had a thought to buy it, or do it after this time. The high felt so crazy and chemical, it was disgusting. I said yeah of course bro, but already at that point i knew i’d not fucking do it again. Ever.

I don’t know how much we were smoking, everything was eyeballed. But we smoked approximately 0.6-0.8g in 15 hours. He was also snorting from time to time, i snorted one time too.

We were listening to music, chatting and smoking cigarettes. Everything felt good, until I started feeling the effects were starting to wore off.

Y’all, that drug is so sneaky. This is really bad.

Around 2am, I decided to go home. We agreed that we’d smoke more, go for a walk and sit near my house for a little. I estimated that i’d be at home by 4am. My work was at 12pm, so I needed to get up at 10:30am. “Hm I’ll still get a decent sleep time. 6 hours. That’ll do it” I thought.

We smoked and went outside for a walk to the nearest shop to get some juice, and decided to come back and smoke again, then we’d go to my house. Fuuuuuuuckkkkkkk

At some point guy started tweaking. As he was loading a pipe, he’d constantly search for little crumbs on the bed. The bed was really messy, so was the room. The real crackhouse. He’s 3 years younger than me btw, and lives with his parents who know what’s he doing, and that was so fucking weird to me.

This crumbs tweaking was getting only worse throughout the night. On the bed there were a lot of crumbs of some shit, like crackers, bread, tobacco, ash.

Around 3 or 4am I realised i’m not getting out of here any time soon. We were smoking every 30-40 minutes, and after 2nd or 3rd hit i became very anxious and overwhelmed. It was so unpleasant, all I wanted is to smoke more. Tho, all this time i was 100% sure that i’d do it for the experience, once in a lifetime.

I noticed that I became focused only on smoking more. I never felt enough of the high. I was feeling like i was smoking too little. Not to mention, the drug was bought by that guy alone. We didn’t plan it, so I didn’t put any money. And i was never planning to do it. And still not.

The night became just pointless smoking and waiting for the smoke. The rush was very quick, maybe 5-15 minutes, and after that it was again that disgusting feeling of the crash.

This feeling is so depressing. You feel absolutely empty and remorseful. You don’t have any thoughts in your head, except for the “I want to smoke more, and go home, i have a fucking job in 5 hours, 4 hours, 2 hours, etc” and “This is so fucking bad. I don’t like it at all. But i want to smoke more, I don’t care”. It was the worst i felt in my life. Add to that sitting fully covered in sweat and dirt, in a small room with closed windows (the guy was paranoid about neighbours and police trying to get him for no apparent reason), that smells like cum. The smell is terribly disgusting.

The morning came, I realised i was fucked up completely. I wasn’t sure if i can do my job properly, and if i should call in sick. I decided to wait until 11:00am and then see and decide what to do.

The guy was tweaking out really badly. His mind became occupied by an idea of finding some rocks and crystals everywhere. From 4am to 11am we were just sitting in a small room. I was thinking about when we’d smoke more, as the drug was not mine, and i had to wait till the guy offered to smoke. And the guy completely lost it all. He started seeing alpha-pvp everywhere. First it was on bed, then it was on the floor, then it was on the table, walls. Shit was crazy. He was crawling on the floor with a flashlight, picking up small and medium crumbs of fucking shit and trash, that was not an alpha pvp. He would pick them up, say “wooowww wtf we have some crystals.. no, look it’s for real an alpha, I’m telling you” and put them all together, and then try to smoke it.

He then started thinking that alpha-pvp was spilled out from the bag, and it got everywhere. Then he started thinking that it was burned right on the obstacles, like he would see a dirt or a little scratch on the wooden floor, and say “bro how tf did it burn there?? Here’s another one. And another one. It’s everywhere”.

I wasn’t buying it at all. I would just sit there silent, looking at him searching all over the place and picking up some shits. All i wanted was the fucking smoke. Again and again. I’d get really irritated when the guy was loading up the pipe and every 10 seconds he would go down on the floor to find some more “rocks”. We’d smoke, then i’d get a crash after a short time, the guy would get more and more fucked up. All of this for HOURS. Felt like i was stuck in a loop or something.

All of this paired with my job. I’m not justifying myself, but I really don’t do any hard drugs, only smoke weed. All of this happened so randomly, and completely irresponsible. I felt so bad for the family that i was working for, as it was supposed to be our last lesson this summer. I fucked it up badly. I also lost money that i could’ve earned if I didn’t smoke fucking alpha-pvp.

Around 10am I realised i was in a deep shit. I was thinking i’d be able to go home around 11:00-11:15, take a shower, change my clothes and go to work… Of course, before going home I wanted to smoke. Soooo i was waiting for the guy to smoke… but throughout the night he was doing much more than me, he had been on it for quite some time, and he just lost it. At some point, i was getting really scared.

As we finally started smoking, it was already around 12am. I realised there was no way i’d be able to go to work. I found some dumb excuses, and texted the family I’m teaching for. Now i was free.

Throughout the night we finished the whole bag of that shit, and some leftovers from the second one the guy had. I think, it was roughly 0.8g of fucking alpha-pvp, for 2 people.

When I realised i missed my job so dumb, things started to get mental. We were weirdly communicating with each other, as i was completely out, and it was so hard to speak or to think, and the guy was getting frustrated that i was silent, and also that we almost ran out.

Throughout the night we were smoking absolutely ridiculously: the pipe got really dirty, and smoking from it would’ve been a waste of a drug, so we started smoking off the lightbulb, the foil, the can… then by the time when pharmacies get opened, we went there and bought valerian tablets in a small glass tube, and we smoked from there too… he was also adding some of the crumbs to the alpha-pvp. The whole thing was just fucking ridiculous.

We smoked the last time around 4pm. Then i said “i need to go to home”. Stood up and went home. Then i sat in my bathroom for 30 minutes in a complete sense of disbelief what’s happened.

At the end I would like to say: please, never never never try that shit, it’s absolutely not worth it. I can see why it destroys people’s lives. I’m really glad i was able to stop myself, even though i kinda wasn’t. The person who created this drug deserves to be hooked up on that for his entire life.

The point of this high is just wanting to smoke more, and then getting a crazy psychosis after redosing and binging. I’m glad I didn’t get to that part, but watching someone tweaking out is really scary. You cannot avoid the binging part. Just impossible.

Full junkie experience. Never ever again. Don’t recommend it.

Also, my lungs hurt pretty bad right now. Do u have any advice for alpha-pvp comedowns?

It also smells absolutely disgusting. And your clothes and body keep the scent for some time. Don’t do drugs.