Slapped by AMT and Alcohol

A few weeks ago I committed a major faux pas as a psychedelic dad: I got on AMT and then went for a few beers, whilst engaged in some serious soul searching, completely forgetting a time-honoured truism:

AMT and alcohol don't mix.

I got slapped across my insolent face by the AMT fairies, and slowly sank into a pretty strong and uncomfortable 10-hour long psychedelic excursion. I do not have any recollection of about 4 or 5 hours of my life, when my ego was shattered. I do remember crying a lot and apologising to myself for not being able to succeed at anything.

It was only through the dedicated care and attention of my better half that I managed to reconnect back into this World. I did not make a public scene nor I got myself in danger, but I did embarrass myself in front of my loved ones. I was babbling incoherent thoughts whilst crying my heart out - classical psychedelic therapy.

This hard trip had a silver lining. I managed to destroy my ego and unblocked something that has been preventing me to take ownership of my life for the last couple of years or so. In the days after this excursion I had much time to contemplate my life, my dreams, my future and how I related to the World around me.

I unconsciously wanted to get this much wasted in order to rebuild my soul and set priorities straight, and I think I succeeded. I am hungry for action now, and I am not afraid of competition or the challenges that life throws at you.

But this was a last-recourse action: I do not advocate mixing AMT with alcohol. It was only through sheer luck -more than experience- that I did not harm myself or others.

You have been warned.

The mystery powder of meh

Iprocin - "The mystery powder of meh"

This very fine off-white powder is a serious contender for the title of "most underachiever compound in my books"

It has a reputation for a short 3-hour end-to-end trip, but I would use the word "trip" in the most lenient way: I think the bodyload of Iprocin is not worth the minimal psychedelic effects.

Music is slightly distorted for the worse, vision is only marginally changed with shimmers and reflection of colours, and the thought process is random and scattered (as in most other trypts) - and this is on a medium dose. Perhaps it's just my metabolism and your mileage will vary, but for me it is a profound disappointment.

Iprocin is just not too much fun - the only advantage I see to it is that it lasts from 2 to 3 hours. But it does not produce in me any of the most memorable effects. I have read several articles in Erowid comparing it to LSD or psylocibin, among other things. Go figure.

I have tried it on several dosages, from 3mg all the way up to 15mg. The only real change is the intensity of the tremors and shivering, with some feverish sweating on larger doses. But with very little of that fine classical psychedelia I crave.

How come 4-Ho-Met is the bomb at a similar dose but 4-Ho-Dipt is not? I suspect it's got to do with my own body.

My final word on Iprocin: meh.

Colour has decayed and now it's gone

In a previous post, I described the characteristics and effects of one of my favourites: "Colour" or 4-Ho-Met.

Early this year I had sourced an amount of this compound from a manufacturer in the P.R.C -where most chems actually come from, if you have ever wondered that- and stored most of it in an airtight, steel container away from heat, humidity and every other source of harm.

After a few months I opened the steel can and to my surprise all the 4-Ho-Met had degraded into a tarry, disgusting mess - it looked like hashish resin: a lustrous and almost wet, brittle slab.

In storage the whole batch of 4-Ho-Met had decayed. My heart sank when I realised that "the Colour" had gone bad so dramatically. Shit.

The rest of the compounds in said steel can looked fresh and properly stored. What could have happened to 4-Ho-Met? Could it be that it was impure, or was not properly purified? Could it be that it spontaneously degrades? Maybe something else?

I started researching around the 'net and could not find an answer, until I got to a Russian forum: in it I read about the fragility of the 4-substituted tryptamine molecules - they seem to degrade without any apparent reason; even for those who keep them stowed away safely in a refrigerated container. Those buggers are unstable by nature.

It seems I am not the first to report on the degradation of 4-Ho-Met. The "tar" is supposed to be some deranged byproduct of 4-Ho-Met that underwent major dimerisation, polymerisation, something-else.

"The tar" is presumably psychoactive, but I did not have the courage to try its effects. As I do not have a Mass Spectrometer with me, I refuse to be a test subject for something unknown that could be really bad. Ironic statement for a psychedelic dad, but very sensible.

I did test the solubility of "the tar" - it dissolves in water and in ethanol (vodka) and the liquid has a very dark brown colour, almost purple. Very unappealing and dirty-looking.

"The tar" in a bowl with water

Off the drain it went.

bk-2C-B

bk-2C-B, beta-ketone 2C-B; C10H12BrNO3

A derivative of 2C-B, this chem hit the world somewhere in 2013 and it does not have a place anymore in my Arsenal of the Mind. The reasons will be forthcoming.

Not the sharpest knife in the block.

An indistinct white powder with a strong chemical smell, bk-2C-B is purported to have a similar profile to 2C-B, but at a fraction of the strength of its parent compound. Bigger dosage is required to achieve any effect.

Purported is the keyword here - pure promise and no delivery.

Dose ranges, oral, milligrams (male, 90 Kg)

• Light: 70 to 120
• Mid-range: 120 to 220
• Strong: over 220

Yes. You have read that well; 200 milligrams for an excursion that in my opinion is much inferior and more uncomfortable than any other experience I have had with a member of the 2C-x family.

After 30 minutes of taking it for the first time, I felt a strange sensation of malaise and chills through my body -something fairly common with phens. But taking a capsule with 120 mgs of something awful feels much worse than taking 20mgs of something awful -volumetrically speaking, my gut was full of bk-2C-B and did not like it one bit. My body was not liking it.

The psychedelic effects where very subtle, increasing in strength after the first hour and lasting for the next six or seven hours, but nowhere near as strong or colourful as 2C-E. Slight distortios on colour and light. Slight breathing of walls around me, but nothing really spectacular.

The body high was already very unpleasant, and did not diminish for the duration of the experience.

Inferior bromine

The second test with bk-2C-B, a month later, was a capsule with 150 mgs administered rectally. Just 40 minutes after administration I knew I had made a mistake; my gut was starting to burn, as if something mildly caustic was causing discomfort, and I promptly managed to flush it out with a solution of saline that I use for these kind of emergencies.

At that point I decided that the risks outweigh the benefits -as stated somewhere else in the 'net, bk-2C-B is a poor substitute for higher order 2C-x phens- and decided to toss it away as I wondered "why on Earth would someone use this when better chems are available?"

I poured the bk-2C-B in the toilet bowl and went out to do some errands. Coming home later, I was surprised to see a purple-coloured mass of gunk waiting for me in the toilet bowl.

The lesson is: the molecule of bk-2C-B is fragile and it dimerises (breaks) when in contact with water and then isomerises (recombines) randomly - some of these new isomers take on the classic purple hue of bromine compounds. Some of them might be psychoactive, but I am sure many more of those rogue molecules are not good for your insides.