A couple years ago I picked up a gram if blow and some beer late after work and headed to my friends place. It was pretty late and we were only planning on kicking it for an hour so and then crashing, as we both had work the next day. I had been buying coke from this dude for a whole at this point and it was always pretty damn good. Anyways, we're in his kitchen and I pull out the g and start lining it up on a plate. It's white and sparklely and little too hard but I was pretty tired and wanted to get high so I kind of brushed it off and lined up two really fat lines. My friend went first and immediately said something like "holy fuck that hurts" and kind of walks away a bit while rubbing his nose, so now I'm kind of cautious but also curious and quickly decide I'm going just go ahead and rail it. And holy fuck was he right... burned my nose like napalm. Before I even have time to comprehend why it burns terribly my entire body heats up and my vision is fucked (it looks like his kitched is slowly moving forward like those pirate ship roller coasters) so I pull out my phone to text my dealer and I'm having difficultly typing and reading my phone, my hands feel really heavy and the phone feels like a feather. Super weird sensations. Anyway I'm like "what the fuck did u sell me this isn't coke" he hits me back up and says "i just talked to guy i got it from and I guess it's molly". Meanwhile my friends roomate says her dad is coming over within ten minutes and that we have to leave...... so we dip out completely wrecked off a a least a few good points of mdma when we both expecting a chill night w/ some blow.

We were both well experienced with mdma at that point so it was no huge deal, but the immediate come up after expecting something totally different was wack af. Sorry for the wall of text