Hello everyone! If first experience stories don't interest you, SWIM still has many questions and he would love for you to skip to the bottom, it'll be marked in bold.
The spice has recently found SWIM. After coming home from work Friday, a few friends of his were gathered in his living room sitting around a beer bottle with a small hole drilled in the side and the stench of burnt rubber in the air. No one looked happy. Only one person had gotten it to work with this method, his roommate who was not in the room at the time. SWIM remembered the inability to find a rose at the local corner stores around his part of the city or even an oil burner from headshops. With that in mind SWIM and friend headed to his local corner store and promptly returned with a rose. Round two began. Excited, SWIM's friend loaded up the rose with the spice and copper and sat SWIM down.
First Experience:
SWIM has always wanted to try the spice. Knowing he'd wait for it to find him instead of searching for it he was still pretty new to the ideas of administering it, but knowing he'd wait for it to find him a friend would show him the way. Besides the classic freebase method, SWIM didn't know of any of the other potentially easier and some more seemingly frightening methods. The idea of holding a 4 inch incredibly hot tube stuffed with a "burnt brillo pad" (later found out to be a heated copper choreboy) made SWIM nervous. Sitting on his dining room floor, nervous to go first and of the administration method SWIM was falling out of the right frame of mind. But, rose in hand, SWIMs friend began lighting.
SWIM inhales.
Keeps inhaling..
SWIM seemed confused, but then vapors started to form.
"Hit it, and hold it long. Go again. Come on there's still more, hit it again."
"I only have so much room in my lungs, ma-"
SWIM noticed the opposite room. Now hued purple, the fan light impossibly bright, the arch way dividing the rooms was shaped like an hour glass. SWIMs group of friends were merely shadows watching from an incredibly far distance.
"Keep going."
"No man I think I got it..."
"You can keep going"
As SWIM goes for a third hit, the pipe stretches out a few feet, he pulls away another impossible distance, but his friend and the pipe snap closer back.
"Keep going. One more."
SWIM touches his lips to the glass one last time, burning them, he manages one last hit.
"Dude this is fucking..." SWIMs friend gently pushes him onto his back to lie down.
The taste of burnt rubber..
"Are you sure I'm not dying?"
"You aren't, but your ego is." His friend gave a satisfied laugh and walked into the other room.
The four lights of the fan above stretched down towards him and glew bright like flames. The blades formed a pattern, like a hot air balloon. The ceiling shatters. Colorful vector designs fill the void. They start to draw him in. SWIM notices the walls still exist and he can hear his one roommate's voice. "Why does he keep kicking his feet?" His chest is tight. He panics and sits up. A different friend from the group sits next to him to help calm him down.
"Seriously this can't be right."
"No man, it is."
"But I can't breathe man. I just fucking smoked a brillo pad I have to be dying. I feel like my chest is going to explode."
"We just did this earlier. You're fine man. We're all alive. And your roommate is fine. This is what it is."
SWIM suddenly realizes the vectors above are still drawing him in. The four walls still stand while the most spectacular views happen where the cieling once was. This is when SWIM realized how amazing this was. It was like sitting in a hot air balloon flying through space. It was everything he's ever read about. Suddenly, he could breathe again (though he was the whole time he just didn't realize it). His chest was still tight, but not unbearable. "Alright man I'm cool.. just.. go away"
"That's exactly what I wanted to hear. Close your eyes."
Now here's where it got amazing but, ended. When SWIM closed his eyes the balloon remained clear in his vision, but the walls were missing. It was just the balloon and space. Zipping through tunnels of vectors of ever changing colors and shapes and then he could hear the music.. and then his friends. And quickly he could feel the floor he was lying on. It had ended.
A semi breakthrough? Retrospectively SWIM feels like in the moment he looked at his friend helping calm him down it was like being tethered to reality. Seeing his friend, at his side in his own dining room, but 10 feet above him was a window to everything he's dreamed of zipping by. It was almost cinematic. A crystal clear image he assumes to remain with him forever. SWIM was let down following his trip. His own fear and paranoia kept him from reaching the end of that tunnel and exploding out into an infinite universe to explore.
QUESTIONS:
Ditching the rose in favor of not having burn lips like a crackhead, SWIM decided to look into alternate routes of administering.
Following a partially unsuccessful sandwich attempt using standard weed pipe SWIM looked into finding an oil burner. 2 headshop visits, and 10 ghetto gas stations later - no luck. SWIM looked around and saw an cheap twice used oil rig lying around the house. He wondered if he could use that. After browsing the nexus and some similar sites he realized trying to get the nail at a low enough temp to vape successfully wouldn't be worth the hassle. Heating the globe like an oil burner? Not worth wasting a dose only to find out it's to thick. Fuck it. SWIM is going to buy a cheap bong. Then SWIM turned the rig upside down.
SWIM wonders if this would work?
To him it seems like it's just a pretty version of The Machine. He's pretty confident it should work, but would rather his next attempt be a breakthrough instead of trial and error with smaller doses figuring out if it works or not.
- Is it too small?
- Would holding it upside down (hole towards floor, directly above flame) be better or worse than right side up?
- How much chore boy should SWIM use? Equal to the size of the stack(?) or should it only be the size of say.. 3 pennies stacked?
- If the chore boy should be smaller, should it be more towards the chamber or the end of the stack?
- There's no carb, but SWIM can't imagine that being a problem - you want the free flowing air to vape the spice, correct?
- When pre-treating the choreboy would SWIM be correct in assuming you don't want to blacken it, just pass over it with flames a few times to get any manufacturing processes cooked off?
To explain the partially successful sandwich method. SWIMs bowl isn't clear. He loaded an eye balled 15-20mgs onto some ash, piled more ash on and began heating. Tasting and feeling nothing (hovered the flame over for about 60-90 seconds) SWIM decided to put a bit more ash on and sprinkle some tobacco on top of the thick pile of ash. He proceeded to gently corner the tobacco. As he inhaled the cherry spread like wild fire and boom. SWIM held his hit in, and went back to the hover method. The sensation started to kick in and SWIM got overly excited taking a big breath and drawing the flame to scorch what he assumes was some spice in the center (strong burnt tire taste). SWIM had some mild visuals, for about two-three minutes and a solid afterglow for about 10 minutes.
So maybe SWIM was successful when he used the cornered tobacco and the dose would have only allowed for such a trip? Combination of tobacco and spice limiting the lung absorptions and ultimately destroying (if) any remaining spice? Or maybe SWIM needed it to melt longer? SWIM assumes it'd be much easier out of a bong as he'd be able to see any vapors instead of being overly cautious hovering the flame over the bowl not to ruin the experiment..
SWIM would like to thank everyone for their time in advance. And I would like to apologize for any of this was hard to read. No time to proof read and writing for SWIM wasn't as easy as I thought..
The spice has recently found SWIM. After coming home from work Friday, a few friends of his were gathered in his living room sitting around a beer bottle with a small hole drilled in the side and the stench of burnt rubber in the air. No one looked happy. Only one person had gotten it to work with this method, his roommate who was not in the room at the time. SWIM remembered the inability to find a rose at the local corner stores around his part of the city or even an oil burner from headshops. With that in mind SWIM and friend headed to his local corner store and promptly returned with a rose. Round two began. Excited, SWIM's friend loaded up the rose with the spice and copper and sat SWIM down.
First Experience:
SWIM has always wanted to try the spice. Knowing he'd wait for it to find him instead of searching for it he was still pretty new to the ideas of administering it, but knowing he'd wait for it to find him a friend would show him the way. Besides the classic freebase method, SWIM didn't know of any of the other potentially easier and some more seemingly frightening methods. The idea of holding a 4 inch incredibly hot tube stuffed with a "burnt brillo pad" (later found out to be a heated copper choreboy) made SWIM nervous. Sitting on his dining room floor, nervous to go first and of the administration method SWIM was falling out of the right frame of mind. But, rose in hand, SWIMs friend began lighting.
SWIM inhales.
Keeps inhaling..
SWIM seemed confused, but then vapors started to form.
"Hit it, and hold it long. Go again. Come on there's still more, hit it again."
"I only have so much room in my lungs, ma-"
SWIM noticed the opposite room. Now hued purple, the fan light impossibly bright, the arch way dividing the rooms was shaped like an hour glass. SWIMs group of friends were merely shadows watching from an incredibly far distance.
"Keep going."
"No man I think I got it..."
"You can keep going"
As SWIM goes for a third hit, the pipe stretches out a few feet, he pulls away another impossible distance, but his friend and the pipe snap closer back.
"Keep going. One more."
SWIM touches his lips to the glass one last time, burning them, he manages one last hit.
"Dude this is fucking..." SWIMs friend gently pushes him onto his back to lie down.
The taste of burnt rubber..
"Are you sure I'm not dying?"
"You aren't, but your ego is." His friend gave a satisfied laugh and walked into the other room.
The four lights of the fan above stretched down towards him and glew bright like flames. The blades formed a pattern, like a hot air balloon. The ceiling shatters. Colorful vector designs fill the void. They start to draw him in. SWIM notices the walls still exist and he can hear his one roommate's voice. "Why does he keep kicking his feet?" His chest is tight. He panics and sits up. A different friend from the group sits next to him to help calm him down.
"Seriously this can't be right."
"No man, it is."
"But I can't breathe man. I just fucking smoked a brillo pad I have to be dying. I feel like my chest is going to explode."
"We just did this earlier. You're fine man. We're all alive. And your roommate is fine. This is what it is."
SWIM suddenly realizes the vectors above are still drawing him in. The four walls still stand while the most spectacular views happen where the cieling once was. This is when SWIM realized how amazing this was. It was like sitting in a hot air balloon flying through space. It was everything he's ever read about. Suddenly, he could breathe again (though he was the whole time he just didn't realize it). His chest was still tight, but not unbearable. "Alright man I'm cool.. just.. go away"
"That's exactly what I wanted to hear. Close your eyes."
Now here's where it got amazing but, ended. When SWIM closed his eyes the balloon remained clear in his vision, but the walls were missing. It was just the balloon and space. Zipping through tunnels of vectors of ever changing colors and shapes and then he could hear the music.. and then his friends. And quickly he could feel the floor he was lying on. It had ended.
A semi breakthrough? Retrospectively SWIM feels like in the moment he looked at his friend helping calm him down it was like being tethered to reality. Seeing his friend, at his side in his own dining room, but 10 feet above him was a window to everything he's dreamed of zipping by. It was almost cinematic. A crystal clear image he assumes to remain with him forever. SWIM was let down following his trip. His own fear and paranoia kept him from reaching the end of that tunnel and exploding out into an infinite universe to explore.
QUESTIONS:
Ditching the rose in favor of not having burn lips like a crackhead, SWIM decided to look into alternate routes of administering.
Following a partially unsuccessful sandwich attempt using standard weed pipe SWIM looked into finding an oil burner. 2 headshop visits, and 10 ghetto gas stations later - no luck. SWIM looked around and saw an cheap twice used oil rig lying around the house. He wondered if he could use that. After browsing the nexus and some similar sites he realized trying to get the nail at a low enough temp to vape successfully wouldn't be worth the hassle. Heating the globe like an oil burner? Not worth wasting a dose only to find out it's to thick. Fuck it. SWIM is going to buy a cheap bong. Then SWIM turned the rig upside down.
SWIM wonders if this would work?
To him it seems like it's just a pretty version of The Machine. He's pretty confident it should work, but would rather his next attempt be a breakthrough instead of trial and error with smaller doses figuring out if it works or not.
- Is it too small?
- Would holding it upside down (hole towards floor, directly above flame) be better or worse than right side up?
- How much chore boy should SWIM use? Equal to the size of the stack(?) or should it only be the size of say.. 3 pennies stacked?
- If the chore boy should be smaller, should it be more towards the chamber or the end of the stack?
- There's no carb, but SWIM can't imagine that being a problem - you want the free flowing air to vape the spice, correct?
- When pre-treating the choreboy would SWIM be correct in assuming you don't want to blacken it, just pass over it with flames a few times to get any manufacturing processes cooked off?
To explain the partially successful sandwich method. SWIMs bowl isn't clear. He loaded an eye balled 15-20mgs onto some ash, piled more ash on and began heating. Tasting and feeling nothing (hovered the flame over for about 60-90 seconds) SWIM decided to put a bit more ash on and sprinkle some tobacco on top of the thick pile of ash. He proceeded to gently corner the tobacco. As he inhaled the cherry spread like wild fire and boom. SWIM held his hit in, and went back to the hover method. The sensation started to kick in and SWIM got overly excited taking a big breath and drawing the flame to scorch what he assumes was some spice in the center (strong burnt tire taste). SWIM had some mild visuals, for about two-three minutes and a solid afterglow for about 10 minutes.
So maybe SWIM was successful when he used the cornered tobacco and the dose would have only allowed for such a trip? Combination of tobacco and spice limiting the lung absorptions and ultimately destroying (if) any remaining spice? Or maybe SWIM needed it to melt longer? SWIM assumes it'd be much easier out of a bong as he'd be able to see any vapors instead of being overly cautious hovering the flame over the bowl not to ruin the experiment..
SWIM would like to thank everyone for their time in advance. And I would like to apologize for any of this was hard to read. No time to proof read and writing for SWIM wasn't as easy as I thought..
