Ecstacy - July 2007
I tend to refer this drug as the sausage of the drug world. Like a sausage, it is a mystery bag. It is apparently a favourite of many homosexual entertainment venues, like a sausage. Again, similar to a sausage, the general public opinion far exceeds the actual enjoyment to be had.
From jaw-clenching thrusts of serotonin, to unwelcome feelings of entirely unwarranted goodwill towards complete strangers, to spending the following day - if i may mutilate that epic piece of poetry in Trainspotting - "wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning", there is a lot to dislike about "ecstacy".
Lets look at the ridiculously vague usage of the term "ecstacy". I think the reason more people now refer to them as pills, rather than 'e' or 'eckies' or whatever, is due to the mystery bag factor. What the fuck are you ingesting? Ketamine, methamphetamine, mdma, dmx, xyz, some other acronym you have no clue about? That's just the active ingredient, what about the other crap that goes in to bulk it up? You're hoping it's glucose, but I'd guess it's something, anything, that's cheaper.
In hindsight, reminiscing to when I did actually pop a few pills myself, the discussions regarding quality were hilarious in their absurdity. I was actually naive (or perhaps subconciously ignorant) enough to believe the manufacturers had a concern over my pill experience. At the time, the stories of manufacturers using finely crushed glass to fill out the content of a pill seemed prepostorous. Only now has it dawned on me that such practice is entirely plausible.
From the perspective of a drug manufacturer, especially an 'ecstacy' manufacturer, I'm looking at you, the consumer, with total disdain, and I can get away with it, because we're both legally in the wrong. If you die from my pill, what do I care? If I get busted I'm screwed anyway, might as well do it as cheaply as possible. I don't have manufacturing standards to live up to. If I make enough in my first run, I don't have customer satisfaction as an issue. I've just done a run of 1,000,000 pills, at $10 a pop wholesale, thats made me ten million bucks for maybe $100,000 worth of ingredients. $9,900,000 profit, maybe $100,000 to a drug squad detective or three to keep me safe. I'm off to a tax-haven with $9,800,000 and you're dead or brain-damaged. Shit, eh?
Yes, I know, there's been very few cases of death due to ecstacy, but the drug is too new to know any long-term effects. I predict an epidemic of manic depression amongst the harder users of this drug.
Look at the next pill you pop, closely. Have a guess as to what all those little specks are. Try and discern, to within a bulls roar, of what you think you're about to swallow. Good luck.
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