Last Night in Brizzy. Ecstasy Anyone? (part2)

"So what are these anyway?" I asked. As I said, each cook makes their pills so different from the next, using different chemicals and a different method. Due to this variety, each cook will add color to the pill and "brand" them with a specific symbol in order for the average e-head to be able to correctly identify which pill they are eating. The name of the pill is then spoken as the color followed by the symbol. "Hey mate, how were them purple hearts?" "Oh yeah, they were alright. A bit too speedy though…what about those blue moons you had last week, what were they like?" "Fuckin' A man!! They were great!! They had heaps of MDMA but there was just the right amount of speed in 'em 'cause they weren’t too smacky." "Damn, sounds nice! I'll make sure I keep an ear open for some blue moons."
"They're white lightning bolts. Have you tried one before?" As she talked she was working out the cash that was coming into her, and passing back the appropriate number of pills.
"Had one? I haven't even heard of 'em before!" And considering how deep I was within the Australian drug scene that was a rarity. It meant they were probably pretty new.
"Yeah same here," she replied, "but hey, my guy swears to 'em, says they're wicked! He did warn me 'bout 'em, but. Said they're creepers so we best be careful, you – No!" she yelled stopping herself in mid-sentence, "I said thirty, Lumpy!" Eliot, an overly talkative, young blackjack dealer had just handed Sarah a worn hundred dollar bill and was naïvely holding up four fingers. Eliot wasn't fat, not even close. "Lumpy" was a nickname we gave all the new dealers, kind of like a way to haze them. Eliot had been there for about nine months so he wasn't really a lumpy any more, but Sarah had been away for the last six so as far as she was concerned, he was still at the bottom of the totem poll. I had gotten to know Eliot in my last few weeks and he seemed to be an alright kid, but if he thought for a second that Sarah was gonna give him a break — well I guess maybe he was still kind of lumpy.
"Sarah, what the hell?" Eliot whined looking genuinely shocked, "I thought you were joking with that whole 'dick' thing. And I'm not a lumpy any longer anyway! Monty tell 'er I'm not a lumpy any—"
"Hey, man don't get me involved in this. It's not my bowl on the table; Sarah makes the rules."
He didn't know when to stop, "Really, Sarah come on! Two of them are for Marie anywa—"
"Alright, shut-up!" Sarah wasn't one for whining. "I don’t care who you're buying them for, if you want to pay twenty-five then bring 'er over here an' she can buy it herself. If you want four it'll cost you one-twenty, plus another five for lumpy tax."
"But—"
"Take it or leave it," she said sternly, obviously not about to budge.
Eliot could see he was defeated. Bitterly, he reached into his back pocket, grabbed his wallet and fished out another twenty-five, as Sarah grabbed four lightning bolt-encrusted white tablets from her bowl. They exchanged the bills for the merchandise, and quickly Sarah changed back from the cruel businesswomen to the smiling happy-go-lucky temptress, "Next, Please!" she said with a hint of self-satisfaction in her voice. "So anyway, he said they're creepers, so it'll be a good hour-fifteen 'til they kick in."
"That long? Really?" I was legitimately shocked. An hour was a pretty long ass time to be waiting for an ekkie to start working it's magic, but fifteen minutes on top… well, I'd never heard of that before.
"Yeah, that's what he said," she assured me, "But he swears that when they kick in you'll be in for a wicked surprise! That your drink?" she asked, and before I could say anything she had grabbed the drink, popped a pill and down the hatch it went. "I figure I'd put aside ten for the two of us, yeah? It is the last time we'll be partying for a bit, hey. You goin' off to the States and all."
"Ten?" That was a bit much, even for a couple of nightlife veterans like us. "Well, fuck girl! If we're gonna be doin' five a piece tonight, we better get a jump on it, right?" I grabbed two from the bowl, chucked them in my mouth, and took a swig from my Bundy rum & coke, "You're fallin' behind Sarah, you haven't gone soft on me while you been away, have ya'?"
"Ha!" she exclaimed as she grabbed my drink. Two seconds and one more gulp later and another pill was sliding down her throat.
"Well so much for being careful, hey Sarah?"
"No going back now, Monty! Wheeuuuw!"
I knew what we were in for too. In terms of drugs, a "creeper" is exactly what it sounds like. It takes forever to kick in and then when it finally does, it only comes on in little bits. At first your mind gets confused. "Wait, am I high?" you begin to wonder, only to shake it off and realize that, no, in fact you still have complete control. Then it happens again, but this time when you shake it off, you realize you are a little high. Then again, and a little higher, until, "Holy mother of hell! I'm FUCKED!" Bang! Just like that, you're high as an angel, and feeling just as blessed. Sadly, if you're someone who has not done a lot of drugs, this can be a fantastically menacing experience, and you'll probably end up being "creeped" out.
While I'd like to say this was an excessive night for a special occasion, I'd be lying if I did. Yes we were definitely being excessive, but that was really the same as any other night Sarah and I got together. That was a big part of the fun. The more excessive, the crazier the high. Why take one, when you could take two at the same time and be twice as messed up? When you're an addict, as long as you feel like you have an excuse to indulge, it makes it all seem normal, like it's OK, like you don't have a problem. And that night we definitely knew we had an excuse. What we didn't know was just what kind of creepers these would be, or just how hard they'd end up hitting the ekkie virgins of the room.

"Last Night in Brizzy, Ecstasy Anyone?" soon to be completed in Part3

-strongmonty

Disclaimer: Ecstasy is a serious drug that can have negative side-effects. For more information visit: http://www.intheknowzone.com/ecstasy/chemistry.htm