the first time I tried sharks was only my second time on pills (and the first time wasn’t particularly memorable anyway), and I only combined half a shark with half a pink kangaroo. I felt sick when I was coming up, but that passed; it wasn’t the best experience I’ve had on pills, and I had no real desire to dance or move about, but I enjoyed the night. I was buzzy until around 6:30am, when I unwittingly collapsed in bed and literally didn’t open my eyes for twelve hours, but the comedown wasn’t too bad and I looked forward to doing e again.
my boyfriend has done a lot more pills than I have, and after that night, I noticed he generally avoided doing sharks wherever possible. he told me they were trippy and just a bit shit in comparison to other things going around, so we tended to stick to pink kangaroos, x factors, and so on, which felt a lot better and I enjoyed a lot more.
recently though, we decided last minute on a saturday night we wanted a few pills, but the only person we could get hold of was shifting nothing but sharks. my boyfriend and I bought 6 altogether, double dropped and walked onto a club. around twenty minutes later, I was feeling hideously nauseous. my boyfriend was the same, and seeing him vomit only made me feel worse, and I ended up puking in the street. immediately I felt better, and we went into the club, where we really felt ourselves come up. everything was there, but instead of feeling loved up, we felt really antisocial. I couldn’t bear to be touched and I couldn’t get comfortable. most of our friends were pranging out, which I found hard to deal with, and after about fifteen/twenty minutes inside we left.
on our way home we were caught up by one of our friends, who had also puked against his wishes, and we wandered back to my boyfriend’s flat where we sat around finding it increasingly difficult to do anything. I was laughing a lot, but it pained me to do so; I wanted to smoke, but the thought of a cigarette made me feel queasy; I pretty much stayed in the same place until 6am, adjusting my position every now and then. I slept a little (though it was very broken up and exhausting), but my boyfriend struggled and his friends didn’t get any until around 6pm the next day. the comedown was dire and I spent a week feeling as though I’d be better off dead. in hindsight, that seems ridiculous, but I genuinely felt that awful.
for some reason we decided to go out this weekend and to pep ourselves up a little, decided to finish off the remaining pills. we opted to snort them so they didn’t go to our stomachs straight away, but it killed our nostrils so only ended up doing around half a pill each… which was better, I definitely felt more energetic and comfortable. we danced for a couple of hours, but were glued to our surroundings; I’ve never noticed so much of what goes on inside a nightclub (I’m usually too drunk/pilled up to notice). around 2am the high was wearing off and we felt like spare parts, so fucked off back to my boyfriend’s flat where it became obvious we were going to be awake for a while… I eventually sprawled out on the bed around 5:30am and slept for nine solid hours. the comedown was less severe and the experience as a whole was more enjoyable, though not brilliant.
all in all, I think I’m going to steer clear of sharks for a while. they aren’t nice pills, and because I’ve taken them the last few times I’ve done e, I’ve become quite disillusioned with the whole thing and I’m not bothered about doing anything for some time yet.
