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Next Tuesday will be week 8 of flower. About a week ago I noticed brown spot on 1 or 2 of my leaves. It started spreading to other leaves my intial research led me to think it was a fungus so I got rid of those leaves and kept monitoring.
Spent the past week trying to diagnose what the issue was. At some point I though it might be a copper def so I flushed, then I though cal so I bought calmag, or maybe portentially root rot because I’m using a self watering/wick pot, so I got hydrogaurd. The brown was still unfortunate spreading. It wasn’t until yesterday when I opened my tent and almost all of my top leaves are brown and crispy, and they all taco’d overnight. During this time I noticed that the buds were turning gray/purple but yesterday I noticed that the undersides of the buds were still green. And of course I came across the term foxtails yesterday and realize my buds are producing foxtails! Wish I was able to pick up on the signs of light stress much earlier. I kind of ruled it out because my other plant wasn’t experiencing this issue (yet?)
I know definitely hurt my yield and probably potency as well. It sucks but I definitely learned a lot from doing this. Now I have calmag for my next run, hydrogaurd since im planning to go auto pots, know to veg way less if im going photos again. Learned a ton about diagnosing the plant. Super excited for my next run.
I was going to chop at 8 or 9 weeks. Should I just chop now?

Simple fluid flush job quoted and signed by me at $350 somehow snowballed into $850. They didnt ask for my consent. Nothing changed in the work order. When asked they tried to justify the increase with "we had to use synthetic oil". My car only take synthetic oil and they said it before they gave me a quote. I offered to pay what is in the quote. They declined. Asked to talk to manager - they declined that too. I expressed willingness to pay agreed amount whenever they give me a chance - which is a phone call away. Luckily I got the keys on time so I left the dealership with photos of printed and signed quote that was afterwards fixed with different mount. Once I got home I sent a big email to the dealership once again expressing my dissatisfaction and offering to pay the agreed amount. No reply from them so far
Now I am a bit worried about potential lien. Can they register it that easy and without the court order. Is there nothing holding them from registering lien based on false information? How difficult would be to challenge and remove that lien without consenting to and being forced to pay their bs claim?

Ahoy-hoy,
I've been a looking at adding a Jubilee bracelet to my 16710. It's an F serial (SEL, no holes). The correct Jubilee is an older type that's hollow throughout the entire bracelet. The Oyster bracelet at least has solid end links, but the Jubilee rattles a bit too much for my liking. Does anyone here wear their 16710 on a modern Jubilee? I'm aware that the reference does work well with the Super Jubilee bracelet, but is there a Jubilee with a clasp that works just as well (to keep it as close to its original look as possible)?
The most important part is that the bracelet fits flush and without any risk of damaging the lugs/holes/etc.
If you have any photos (Super Jubilee or any other solid modern variants), please do share!

verification
all products are BNIB, shipping with US only, starts at $3, free over $50
*items marked as (freebie) can be claimed for free for orders over $50 (one per $50)
first photo

• SOLD Armani eye tint shimmer in chestnut - $20 (freebie)
• SOLD Armani luminous silk liquid bronzer in 100 - $32
• SOLD Armani fluid sheer glow enhancer in 10 - $27
• Armani fluid sheer glow enhancer in 2 - $27
• Chanel les beiges bronzing cream in 395 - $35
• Chanel les beiges eyeshadow palette in tender - $35
• Chanel les beiges eyeshadow palette in intense - $35

second photo

• Hourglass blush in luminous flush - $32
• Hourglass blush in diffused heat - $32
• Hourglass blush in ethereal glow - $32
• SOLD Tom Ford highlighter duo in tanlight (small dent in top shade, still BNIB) - $35
• Chantecaille liquid highlighter in brilliance - $35
• Clarins lip oil in 03 - $20 (freebie)
• SOLD Dior lip maximizer in pink - $20 (freebie)
• SOLD Dior lip glow balm in rosewood - $27
• SOLD Dior lip glow oil in rosewood -$27

thanks for looking!

Pilot Elite Custom from 1970, 18k nib code T1070, so manufactured at the Tokyo plant.
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Verification
No size marked on the nib, but as you can see from the photo, it writes about the same as a Fine, but with a bit of spring that provides some line variation. It does have some feedback, but not anything unpleasant. Microscratches and some scratches from posting. Slowly trying to cull a collection that has gotten a bit large as I don’t want so many pens sitting uninked and unused. Will be flushed before shipping and will include two new cartridges.
$50 shipped to Canada and CONUS
All sub rules to be followed, please comment before PM

Just had new bifolds fitted today and it looks like the fitters have it so that the sill starts at the same level as the internal floor height and so we have around an 8cm threshold (sill + weather threshold) even though I'd dropped the external leaf by a bricks height and so the sill could have been much lower. I wasn't expecting a flush threshold but this doesn't seem right, and there is now a large gap where they've had to prop the sill/doors on the external leaf that will need to be addressed. I'm going to chat with them tomorrow, but doesn't feel right, but I'm no expert.
Does anyone who fits these know if this sounds sensible or have they messed up the measurements and fit potentially? Sorry no photos at this point. Main worry is the trip hazard for kids and people visiting along with the increased step height from outside in

(You can also find this story, along with the previous parts here and here. I've decided I would release this part early as I didn't want you fellas to wait until next week to read it when it was already complete and ready to go. I am also changing my release time from midnight to noon, as midnight releases have been reeking havoc on my sleep, and I feel noon releases are more sustainable for me.)
A week later, The couple was on a boat that was heading to the Sakura Empire. Fritz smiled and giggled.
“To think, this will be our first time in the Sakura Empire.”
Tirpitz smiled. They were lying down together on a chair on the deck. Fritz placed a hand on Tirpitz’s belly.
Tirpitz giggled. “Fritz, you know you won’t feel anything for a couple of months from now.”
Fritz smiled. “It's just amazing to think our child is in there. What do you think it will be, a boy or a girl?”
Tirpitz smiled. “I have a feeling it will be a boy.”
Fritz nodded. “What makes you think that?”
“Something in me just knows.”
Soon, the boat docked in the Sakura Empire. Fritz and Tirpitz got off the boat. A woman with brown fox ears and tails was waiting for them.
“Welcome to the Sakura Empire you two!”
She hugged Tirpitz as Fritz raised an eyebrow.
“Hello. And who are you?”
The woman with brown fox ears and tails shook Fritz’s hand.
“I’m Akagi. I figured I would greet you guys once you arrived in port.”
Fritz nodded. “A pleasure to meet you, Akagi.”
“Come on, follow me!”
Akagi was gesturing to them to follow her. There was a car waiting for the couple.
The group entered the backseat of the car. Akagi smiled at the couple from the front seat.
“So, I heard about the news from Bismarck. She told everyone the incredible news once you guys left for your honeymoon. It surprised me she wasn’t the first one to have a child, as she got married sooner.”
Tirpitz nodded as Fritz giggled. “Well, I guess life has a way of subverting your expectations.”
Akagi’s laugh sent a chill down Fritz’s spine. Tirpitz looked at Akagi.
“So Akagi, do you have any children?”
Akagi smiled. “I have Akagi-chan if that counts.”
Soon, they were at the hotel. Akagi got out of the car.
“I’ll help you with your bags.”
She reached into the trunk and grabbed Fritz’s suitcase.
They all went to the hotel room where Fritz and Tirpitz would be staying. Fritz noticed the room was small, but cozy.
“It reminds me of a U-boat, but much cleaner.” He thought to himself.
Akagi placed their bags on the floor. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”
Fritz and Tirpitz nodded. She looked at her husband.
“She seems like a kind fellow.”
Fritz nodded. “Yeah. But her laugh kinda scares me.”
Tirpitz smiled and held Fritz’s hand. “Don’t worry, I doubt she will be a threat to us.”
Fritz saw Tirpitz go pale. She gagged.
“Excuse me.”
Tirpitz let go of Fritz’s hand and ran to the toilet. Fritz followed close behind her. He saw Tirpitz vomiting into the toilet. He went behind her and rubbed her back.
Tirpitz spat into the toilet and flushed it. She giggled softly as she rubbed her belly.
“I guess that's what I get for doing a honeymoon while pregnant.”
Fritz smiled as he helped his wife off the floor. “Can you think of anything you want to do?”
Tirpitz shrugged. “Fritz, this is our first time being here. I suppose you can call Akagi to see what she would recommend.”
Fritz nodded and got on his phone. Akagi picked up on the other end.
“Hey Fritz, what do you need?”
“Akagi, Listen. Tirpitz and I are looking for things to do in the Sakura Empire. Can you give us any ideas?”
Akagi giggled. “Of course. You can visit the parks and shrines, and go to the beach. There is also a restaurant I'm a regular at.”
Fritz smiled and nodded. “Thank you, Akagi.”
Fritz hung up the phone and walked to the living room. Tirpitz was sitting on the couch, still recovering from her spell of morning sickness.
“Akagi told me there is a beach nearby we can go to.”
Tirpitz nodded. “Good. I brought my bikini with me, and I got you a pair of swim trunks, as I wasn’t sure if you had any. They are in the green suitcase.”
Fritz nodded and opened the green suitcase. Inside was a red and black pair of swim trunks. He smiled.
“Thanks, honey.”
Tirpitz smiled and grabbed her bikini. “I’ll be in the bathroom. Once we change, we’ll go to the beach together.”
The couple made their way to the beach. Fritz carried a beach chair. He placed it down and soon he and Tirpitz slept in each other's arms.
Fritz leaned into Tirpitz’s ear.
“I love you, you know that?”
Tirpitz smiled. “I know. I love you too, mein kleiner Kolibri.”
Fritz kissed her on the back of the head. The two fell asleep.
A camera shutter interrupted this sleep. Fritz’s eyes went wide. He saw Akagi holding a camera, wearing a red and black bikini. She giggled.
“Hello, again lovebirds!”
Fritz rolled his eyes. “Akagi, are you following us?”
Akagi laughed.
“Hehe. No. I also wanted to go to the beach after you asked me what to do around here. Besides, I was planning on visiting Nagato and Mutsu at their shrine later. Do you and Tirpitz want to come with me?”
Fritz blew some air out of his nostrils, which woke up Tirpitz. Her eyes opened as she looked at Akagi. Fritz leaned into her ear.
“Hey, honey. You feel like getting dressed and visiting Nagato and Mutsu’s shrine together with Akagi?”
Tirpitz rubbed her eyes and yawned. She sighed as she rubbed her belly.
“I’m kinda hungry. I want to eat first.”
Akagi nodded.
“Of course. You are expecting, after all. Very well. We’ll stop in the restaurant that I told Fritz about and eat before we visit Nagato and Mustu.”
Fritz nodded and let Tirpitz get off the beach chair. He picked up the beach chair and put it back. Soon, the group was heading back to the hotel for Fritz and Tirpitz to get changed.
The couple made it to the hotel room. Fritz changed into his formal Ironblood officer’s uniform. While Tirpitz changed into a white dress. Once they got dressed, they made their way to the car.
While they were driving, Fritz looked at Akagi.
“So, what’s the name of this restaurant?”
“The Scared Sakura. It is close to the Scared Sakura, so the owners named it after the tree. The other shipgirls are regulars there as well.”
Fritz nodded. “So they serve food that only shipgirls can eat?”
Akagi giggled. “No. They serve food you can eat as well, Fritz. I heard their sushi is to die for.”
Fritz nodded. “I’ve never had sushi before. I wonder if I will like it.”
Akagi giggled. “It’s raw fish. If you don’t like it, give it to me. I love sushi.”
Soon, the car stopped in front of the restaurant. The group entered the restaurant and got a table.
A waitress walked up to the group.
“So what do you want to drink?”
Fritz smiled. “Can I have a Schnapps?”
Akagi giggled. “I’ll have some Saki.”
Tirpitz sighed. “I’m pregnant, so I’ll get a lemonade.”
The waitress nodded as she wrote down the order.
“Got it. Once I come back with your drinks, I’ll ask you what you want to order.”
The group nodded as the waitress left.
After some time, the waitress came back with the group’s drinks.
“Have you decided what you want to eat?”
Akagi smiled. “I’ll have the torpedo tempura.”
Fritz chuckled. “I’ll have the sushi.”
Tirpitz smiled. “Can I get two full-course meals?”
The waitress nodded.
“Sure thing. I’ll be right back.”
The waitress left as Fritz chuckled.
“That’s a lot of food, Tirpitz. You sure you're going to eat all that?”
Tirpitz looked at her husband. “You do know I am eating for two, Fritz.”
Fritz looked at the plate of sushi. He looked at the chopsticks as Akagi giggled.
“Fritz, I take it you need me to show you how to use chopsticks?”
Fritz nodded. Akagi giggled as Fritz awkwardly handled them.
“This is reminding me of when I had to teach Akagi-chan how to use chopsticks.”
Fritz’s eyes went wide as he looked at Tirpitz. Both of her plates were empty. She was wiping her lips with a napkin as she looked at Akagi and Fritz's empty plates.
“You ate both those entire full-course meals? I was barely able to finish my sushi.”
Tirpitz giggled. “I suppose the baby is making me hungrier than usual.”
The group left the restaurant. They walked to Nagato and Mustu’s shrine. Before the couple could walk up the stairs, Akagi stopped them.
“Just letting you two know now, you walk on the left or right side, but never the middle.”
Fritz and Tirpitz nodded as they followed Akagi’s advice. Once they reach the top of the stairs, Fritz saw Tirpitz turn around and take a photo of the view with her phone. She smiled at Akagi.
“Hey, Akagi, do you mind holding my phone so I can get a photo with Fritz?”
Akagi nodded and held Tirpitz's phone. Fritz put his arm around Tirpitz’s waist. The mountain covered in snow provided the perfect background. Akagi giggled.
“Smile you two!”
Akagi took the photo. The couple smiled and turned around, this time taking a photo of the couple with the red pagoda in the background. Akagi smiled as she looked at the photos.
“These will look great as your honeymoon photos on your wall!”
Fritz and Tirpitz smiled. Akagi gestured to them.
"Nagato and Mutsu are just up ahead. I've already told them about our arrival."
Fritz and Tirpitz followed Akagi to where Nagato and Mustu were.
Fritz's eyes went wide at the sight of Nagato and Mustu. He leaned into Tirpitz’s ear.
“I was expecting the flagship of the Sakura Empire to be a lot bigger. Those two look like they are only twelve and eight years old respectively.”
Tirpitz giggled. "Do not underestimated them by their size. They're both a lot more powerful than they look.
Nagato smiled as she walked up to the couple.
“It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Decke.”
Fritz’s eyes went wide.
“Nagato, why are you being so formal? It’s only Tirpitz and I’s honeymoon, not an official diplomatic visit.”
Nagato nodded.
“As a member of the Ironblood navy, and your wife being a KANSEN of the Ironblood. I must make sure that no diplomatic incidents occur while you and your wife are visiting the Sakura Empire.”
Nagato turned to look at Tirpitz.
“I have also heard the news from Bismarck about your pregnancy, Mrs. Decke. Congratulations.”
Tirpitz blushed and covered her mouth with her fist. She leaned into Fritz's ear.
“I’m going to have to get used to being called Frau or Mrs. Decke.”
Mustu giggled as she ran up to Fritz and grabbed his hand.
“So you're Fritz Decke? I’m glad to meet you!”
She shook his hand wildly.
Fritz’s eyes went wide as she shook his hand. Mutsu smiled at Tirpitz.
“Excuse me, Tirpitz? You mind if I listen to your belly?”
Tirpitz nodded and Mutsu placed her ear to Tirpitz’s belly.
“I can’t hear much of anything.”
Tirpitz giggled.
“That's because I’m not that pregnant yet. I’m only around four months along. In a few months, you’ll be able to hear him.”
Mutsu took her head off Tirpitz's belly. She nodded.
"Him? It's a boy? How do you know?
Tirpitz smiled as she rubbed Mutsu's head. "I told my husband the same thing. A mother just knows."
Mutsu giggled as Tirpitz rubbed her head.
“I’m excited for your baby, Tirpitz. Congratulations.”
Tirpitz smiled and nodded. Akagi came back to the group.
“Well lovebirds, you want to head back to your hotel room?”
Fritz and Tirpitz nodded. The couple went back to the hotel.
“Well, goodnight you two.”
Fritz and Tirpitz waved her off as they went into the hotel. They went to the room they were staying in and stripped down to their underwear.
In the middle of the night, the phone rang. Fritz woke up and picked it up.
“Hello?”
“Mr. Decke? An officer from BdU is in the lobby. He asked to see you.”
Fritz sighed as he hung up the phone. He quickly got dressed into his formal uniform and made his way to the lobby. He saw an Ironblood naval officer. He had two letters in his hand.
“Leutnant zur See Fritz Decke. I am truly sorry.”
The officer placed the letters in Fritz’s hands.
Fritz raised an eyebrow, but before he could ask the officer more questions, he was gone. Fritz went back to his room.
Fritz opened the first letter, and his heart sank.
“TO: Leutnant zur See Fritz Decke”
“FROM: BdU”
“Dear Leutnant zur See Fritz Decke.”
“The situation in the Indian Ocean for the Monsun Gruppe is dire. You and your U-boat, U-847, are to be stationed to Penang as part of the 10th flotilla. You are to be there at once.”
“BdU.”
Fritz sighed. “Can’t believe my honeymoon is being cut short.”
As Fritz opened the second letter, his eyes went wide. A single tear went down his face.
“Dear Fritz.”
“I’m sorry I have to write this letter.”
“While you were on your honeymoon, a siren air raid attacked Berlin.”
“I regret to inform you that your mother, Magda Decke was amongst the dead.”
“Bismarck.”
Fritz wept into his hands. he sat on the bed and wept.
Tirpitz awoke to the sound of her husband sitting near her, sobbing. She wrapped her arms around him.
“What’s wrong mein kleiner Kolibri?”
Fritz stopped crying momentarily.
“It’s my mother. She’s dead.”
Tirpitz's eyes went wide.
“A siren air raid hit Berlin while we were gone. She was amongst the dead.”
Tirpitz placed Fritz’s head on her lap. He was still crying.
“That’s not all. Our honeymoon is ending much earlier than intended. I am being stationed in Penang, and due to the high casualties the Monsun Gruppe has been suffering, there is a high chance I will not make it back.”
Tirpitz felt tears go down her face.
“But we only just got married, and even have a child on the way, and now you’ll potentially die?”
Fritz sighed. “Want to hear what I fear most?”
Tirpitz nodded. Fritz closed his eyes.
“I’m afraid of dying out there. In the cold sea.”
Tirpitz stroked Fritz’s hair.
“Do you want to know what I fear the most?”
Fritz nodded
“I’m afraid of dying alone. In the Fjords.”
Fritz smiled slightly. “You don’t have to worry about that. Aren’t you relieved from combat duty due to your condition?”
Tirpitz gave a small smile. “You’re right. Bismarck has been making sure nothing happens to me.”
Fritz sighed.
“You know what? I never had a father growing up. He was killed in action before I was born.”
Tirpitz nodded. “I know. I read your file the Ironblood has about you.”
Fritz got up and got a piece of paper. He grabbed and pen and wrote something on it.
“If something were to happen to me, Give this to our child when they turn six years old. Make sure Bismarck, Heinz, and the others take care of you, you got it?”
Tirpitz felt a tear go down her eye. She got up out of bed and hugged Fritz.
The couple hugged for a full minute. They wept in each other’s arms.
The next day, Tirpitz was standing on a dock, getting ready to board a ship bound for the Ironblood. She turned to embrace her husband and kissed him on the lips.
“Please come back safe. For the three of us.”
Fritz nodded.
“I will.”

So, I've been eyeing the VW E-Golf for a few years and finally decided to pull the trigger on a 2017 SEL Premium model last month. The bigger battery was a must-have for me and I chose the SEL over the SE mainly because of the LED headlights and higher quality all-black leatherette interior... and of course, I have no regrets! The car is awesome, as many of you here already know.
The one noticeable downside was my previous tire setup which was installed by the dealer. My e-Golf included semi-run flat tires, ditching the more efficient (but weak grip / traction) stock Ecopias which many owners have complained about. The result was an immediate impact on my range, which I'd estimate to be around 10%+ (based on my own test comparisons afterwards).
I quickly began to search for new EV specific tires and eventually found what I believe to be the perfect balance of Low Rolling Resistance + tire grip for solid traction in various weather conditions. The next issue was deciding how I would handle potential flat tires, as the new tires were not designed to run any significant distance while flat... and unfortunately, I average about 1 flat tire per year of driving over rough local highways.
In comes Deutsche Auto Parts' 18 inch Spare Wheel and Tire (DAP Part#: 5G0-601-011 ~ $195) for the VW Golf MK7/7.5. That tire, combined with Volkswagen Spare Tire Replacement Bolt (VW Part#: 5G0803899 ~ $15) straight from the dealer solved the problem perfectly. I opted not to purchase the additional "trunk trim kit" for $130 and didn't really see a need to dremel out the trunk trim like others have suggested before. I wanted to keep that area as stock as possible and the tire fits snug enough against the OEM trim if you use a bit of muscle to wiggle it in there nice and tight. The end result is a convenient emergency spare tire kit and plenty of room for a jack / tools if necessary (see photos).
Overall, I'm happy with the end results and haven't noticed any negative vibrations, sounds, or major impact on range... but of course, I'm also not carrying a bunch of tools in the back atm. Nonetheless, it all sits flush in the rear compartment for 100% concealment. Peace of mind for about $200 and a few days allotted for shipping.
Snug fit against trunk, but it definitely fits.
100% Concealment under trunk floor

I was the first person from my family to go to university and, as I packed up my car and got ready to leave home, I felt proud and excited.
There was sadness as well. I would miss my parents and still wondered what might have been if Mary-Beth and I had stayed together.
She was my first love and it still hurt that we’d broken up. Even as I started the car and turned to give my parents a goodbye wave, it was her I was thinking of.
I focused on the road ahead. I would see my parents again when I came back for a visit at the end of term. And no doubt I’d see Mary-Beth around town then as well.
Though hopefully not with Todd, her new boyfriend.
It was warm, clear day in early September as my hometown slipped away behind me, and I was soon on the interstate with the radio on. I’d meet plenty of girls at university, I told myself, and turned the music up.
The campus I would be studying at was on a city centre site and I had found accommodation in a student residence close by. After a long day’s drive, I reached my destination, parked up and climbed out of my car.
My back was aching and my neck was stiff from all the hours behind the wheel but, as I stood on the sidewalk and took a first look at my new neighbourhood, I soon forgot about my discomfort.
There was a myriad of stores that seemed to sell everything under the sun. And I could see at least half a dozen bars and restaurants within a few minutes’ walk. I was not old enough to go in the bars and from the looks of the restaurants I doubted I would be able to afford to eat in them. But that wasn’t the point.
They were pulsing with life, the whole street was, and it was infectious.
Then a police car sped past, its siren blaring. I was in such a good mood this felt exciting rather than worrying. In my small hometown the sound of a police siren after dark would have set off a chorus of barking dogs and twitching curtains. Here, I seemed to be only person who was paying any notice to it.
Even the busker across the road had not missed a note in his enthusiastic rendition of an 80s classic as the police car passed. It had charted when I had still been a glint in my parents’ eyes, but it was one of those songs that endured.
The busker hit an especially high note and coins clinked into his open guitar case from people walking by.
Someone was filming the busker as well. A young woman, maybe a couple of years older than me. Her long dark hair hung almost to her waist, and I only realized I was staring when she finished filming, turned round and glanced at me.
I felt my cheeks colouring, looked down at my feet and sensed rather than saw her walking towards me.
“Hey newbie,” she said brightly.
I looked up.
She was very pretty, and she was smiling at me, so I needed to say something dazzling and funny and cool.
I failed.
Instead, I said, “Hey. Err… How do you know I’m new?”
She turned to my car and replied, “From the number of things packed into your car that were clearly put there by parents. Top tip: it’s not worth the effort of carrying most of those things up to your room.”
I grinned. I knew exactly what she meant. I had boxes of groceries that I could have bought when I arrived, but my mom had insisted I bring them just in case.
She had not specified ‘in case’ of what. Possibly a zombie apocalypse that left the city stores all out of canned soup and toilet rolls
I grinned sheepishly and replied, “It won’t be too bad. I can use the elevator.”
She threw her head back and laughed. “The elevator. That hasn’t worked since I moved in.”
I knew that my room was on the eighteenth floor and the prospect of having to get everything up that many stairs was stressful but, on the plus side, this gorgeous young woman was going to be one of my neighbours, so life was not all bad, I figured.
Especially if I could get to know her better.
“Uh,” I said. “In that case, maybe you could give me a hand carrying my stuff up. We could maybe go out afterwards and I could buy you a coffee as a thank you. Or a pizza,” I added hastily, thinking how weak a coffee sounded the moment the words were out of my mouth.
She laughed again. “Good try,” she said. “See you around. Maybe.”
With that she was gone, letting herself into the student apartment block with a swipe card.
I stood there still smiling for a minute then took a deep breath and started unloading my car.
What felt like an absolute age later, I collapsed onto the bed in my new room surrounded by boxes. I was exhausted and, as my eyes closed, I thought how all I wanted to do was sleep.
Which was the moment the music started up.
It sounded like it was coming from the room directly below mine. A bass beat that felt like it was making my entire room shake.
I lay there with my eyes open, now wide open.
All my neighbours were students, so it was no surprise really that there was music blaring out.
I checked the time on my phone. It was ten pm. So, late for sharing your tunes at volume but not completely unreasonable, I decided.
I sighed and rolled off the bed and decided to unpack. Hopefully soon, the music would quit, and I could get to sleep.
Four hours later, just after two am, the music finally stopped. I was so relieved and lay back down on the bed. The quiet was bliss.
Ten minutes later I heard a door slamming and voices in the room next door. Then a new sound system started up. I pulled a pillow around my head and wished the world would just go away.
At some point, the party next door must have ended, or I was so tired I fell asleep anyway despite the music. When I woke, I felt bleary and was not sure where I was. I blinked and looked around at the half-unpacked boxes and the strange room and remembered.
I rolled off the bed and went to get breakfast.
There were plenty of places to eat with prices that would not break the bank scattered among the more upmarket joints that offered artisan bread and organic everything.
After bacon, grits and a stack of pancakes drowned in syrup, I started to feel human again despite my sleep deprivation, and opened up my laptop.
Classes started in a couple of days and I had a reading list I had barely started, but I had a more pressing concern.
I needed to find a job to make ends meet. The weekdays would have to be set aside for my studies, but that left nights and weekends for earning money.
I had already emailed my resume to hundreds of organizations based in the city but had either heard nothing back or received a standard anonymous response. I checked again and there was still no positive news in my inbox.
Well, I wasn’t going to give up. I couldn’t afford to!
And, now I was here in the city, I could take a more direct approach by calling in person into offices and shops and bars and asking to speak to a manager.
I set off full of hope but, after hours of trying, I had achieved nothing. I was left thoroughly deflated. It had been humiliating.
With the sun starting to set in the sky, I slumped down onto a bench tried to think of alternative ways to earn money. Perhaps I could volunteer for medical experiments and risk developing mutant powers? Or perhaps sell an organ? There must have been something I did not need.
I was wondering if leaving home had been a mistake when I noticed a sign in the window of the building opposite.
The building at first glance looked derelict and the sign was just about visible under smeared-on dirt. It read Delivery Drivers Wanted and was handwritten.
It was massively uninspiring – but I was desperate.
I got to my feet and went to look for an entrance to the building.
I found a door round the back in an alley, and broken glass crunched under my feet as I walked up to it. I pressed the intercom and, when there was no answer at first, I spoke into it: “Hello. I saw your sign.”
There was a crackling sound then the door buzzed open.
Here goes nothing, I thought, and went in.
I found myself in a shabby reception area. An air conditioner rattled, and flies circled a dusty light bulb that hung from the ceiling. There was a desk in the centre of the room with no one sitting at it and an open hatch in the wall behind it. Next to the hatch there was another door. One, presumably, that would take you into the rest of the building.
I noticed as well that there was a strange smell in the room – a rank odour that made me want to put my hand over my nose and mouth.
I was wondering what it was, when the door in front of me opened and a man walked in.
He brought a wave of the fetid smell in with him.
From his odour and the way he looked, I don’t think he must have washed or changed his clothes for months, maybe years. His hair was greased into a side parting and his fingernails were caked with dirt.
Worse was to come. “You here about the delivery driver job?” he asked, and his breath carried across the room and hit me in the face.
I should have said, It’s all a mistake. Then I could have got out of there and back into the relatively fresh air of the city. Car fumes would have never smelt so good.
But I said, “Yes.”
“Do you have your own vehicle?” he asked.
“Yes,” I managed to answer while trying not to gag.
“Good,” he said. “When can you start?”
Through the mental haze caused by the assault on my senses, I wondered if that was it? What about my resume? What about references? Did he need to see my insurance and license?
Feeling flustered, I asked, “Do you mean, I’ve got the job?”
“Yep,” he replied. “After you make each delivery, come back to the depot and I will pay you cash in hand. I’ll go get your first package now.”
With that he went back through the door. His smell lingered.
A couple of minutes later, a small brown cardboard box with an address handwritten on it appeared in the hatch.
The man peered through after it. “I got just one rule,” he said. “Do not ever look inside the package. You got that?”
I gulped and nodded and picked up the box.
Back outside, I took a moment to try and regain my composure.
I was both grossed-out and delighted.
Grossed-out because that dude had some serious personal hygiene issues, and delighted because I had found a job and one for which I would be paid in cash as soon as I delivered the package I was holding.
Time to get busy, I told myself and hurried over to my car. I put the package on the passenger seat and set off.
My maps app directed me to an area of old one- and two-story houses tucked away behind high rise offices. They appeared to be abandoned. There were piles of rubble as well in places, that made me think the houses here were in the process of being demolished. That seemed inevitable. Once they were cleared, this would be a prime location for new residential developments.
Until then, it was Gloomville, and I spent a while driving up and down the old streets, trying to read house numbers.
Finally, I found the house I was looking for and parked up outside it. The paint on the wooden boards of the house’s façade was peeling away and all the windows were boarded up. But the number next to the porch matched the one on the package.
Telling myself this must be the right place. I picked up the package from the passenger seat.
It felt sticky underneath.
I lifted it up and looked at the base. A dark stain had spread out over the cardboard. Something inside had leaked.
And, much worse, whatever it was, had leaked all over my car seat.
I cursed. Hoping I wouldn’t have to spend my fee for the delivery on getting my car cleaned, I climbed out of the car and carried the package up to the house.
It was only when I was at the front door that I noticed the package was still leaking.
A blob of dark liquid dropped from the base and landed on the ground next to my feet.
It wasn’t just leaking, it was dripping. I looked back along the sidewalk. I had left a trail of dark droplets between my car and the house.
My first delivery was going downhill and fast. I wanted to hand over the package and get out of there before things could get any worse.
Only, if I rang the bell and handed over the package, the person I gave it to would realize straight away it was damaged.
They’d refuse delivery. Would start demanding compensation. And I wouldn’t get paid.
I couldn’t let the scenario that had played out in my head happen, so I put the package down, then rang the bell, and made a hasty exit.
It was a lousy plan B, but it was all I could think of.
I was almost back at my car when I heard the door open. I crouched down and looked back.
The door hung half-open. There was no light showing from inside and, at first, no sign of anyone there.
Then a hand reached out. Its fingers were long and bony and its fingernails were overgrown and twisted.
These curled, almost claw-like things, scraped over the package and then began to draw it in, into the house and the waiting darkness.
The door closed. I was left crouching there, wiping away a bead of cold sweat which had trickled down my face.
I opened the car door, got in, started the engine and drove away. It had been a very unsettling experience.
By the time I got back to the depot, I was almost feeling better.
When the man who had hired me handed over my payment, I felt a lot better.
“That’s great,” I told him, putting the bills in my pocket.
“Whatever,” he growled. “Be back here tomorrow night. And don’t be late.”
I smiled and headed off.
Back at my student accommodation, I traipsed up the stairs. This time I did not even make it through my front door before I heard the loud musing blaring out. It seemed to be coming from at least three directions.
Resigning myself to the fact that every night was party night where I now lived, I let myself into my room and lay on the bed.
I got no sleep this time and, when I saw the sky lightning with the approaching dawn, I got up and went out to see if I could clean the stain off my car seat myself.
As a street cleaner rattled past in their truck, I popped the lock and leaned in.
In the growing light of the new day, I could now see that the stain was dark red, and I had an awful feeling I knew what it was.
I’d only ever seen this much blood on crime shows on tv, but there it was, soaked into the fabric of the seat.
My shoulders slumped. No amount of scrubbing with a wet cloth and soap suds would get it out.
I got my phone out and was searching online to try and find out how much it would cost me to get the seat cleaned professionally, when I smelled a pleasant fragrance behind me.
I turned and saw the young woman from the evening before. Her long hair was elegantly plaited and she was wearing running gear. She also looked fresh and full of energy.
I rubbed my face. When I’d glimpsed in a mirror before coming outside, I’d seen the dark patches under my eyes. I was exhausted and looked it.
Yet, she had clearly had a good night’s sleep.
I was about to ask her how she did that – but she was peering over my shoulder at the passenger seat.
“Wow,” she said. “Did you murder your passenger last night?”
I was shocked at her accusation and said with a catch in my voice, “N… No.”
Then I saw the cheeky smile on her face.
“I’ve got a job as a delivery driver,” I told her, “And one of the packages leaked.”
“What was in the package?” she asked.
I really hadn’t considered that. I’d been too stressed at the time. I scratched my chin and said, “Raw meat, perhaps? Something rare that you can’t get in a regular store.”
“Could be,” she replied, then added, “Anyway, I need to get going. See you later.”
With that she jogged away.
I went back to looking for a solution to my ruined seat.
After thirty minutes clicking and scrolling, I did not find anything that I felt I could afford, so decided to leave it for a while.
I had a lot of other things I wanted to get done. I needed to arrange my student photo I.D., register with the university library, and spend some serious time on my reading list.
The day passed quickly, and I was feeling pleased with myself as I set off for the depot.
I’d put a towel over the seat so I would not have to look at it, and ‘out of sight out of mind’ was working for me as I pulled up outside the depot.
The miasma of stale armpits and worse met me as I was buzzed in. The man was on the other side of the hatch with a package ready for me. It was around the same size as the last one and looked sturdy enough – and dry.
I wanted to ask if it would stay that way, but to do so, I would risk altering him to what had really happened with my last delivery.
So, I grinned and said, “Great.” Then took the package out to my car.
When I saw that the address written on the package was for a regular apartment block in a good district, I felt reassured that this was going to be a breeze. The journey was easy, and I found a parking space on a well-lit street.
I checked all sides of the package and, relieved to see nothing had leaked out, I put it under my arm and went to find a soon to be satisfied customer’s front door.
There was no answer on the buzzer for the number on the address, so I tried a couple more until someone let me in. The interior of the building was clean and smelt of air freshener and the elevator was working.
I caught it up to the fifth floor, stepped out into a pleasant passageway, and found the apartment I was looking for.
I pressed the buzzer and knocked but there was no answer.
Not a problem, I thought, I’d just leave it outside the door.
I put it down and smiled – and the package moved. It rocked slightly from side to side.
I blinked and rubbed my eyes. I was tired and must have imagined that the package had moved. Surely?
It rocked again, faster this time, and I heard a dull thud come from inside.
I frowned. I wasn’t imagining this. There seemed to be something inside the package, and it was stirring.
A louder thud sounded, and the package jerked to one side. Whatever was in there was exerting some serious force.
The package rattled and shook. The thudding was constant now. And then the package broke open. It was a small split, just below where the address was written on.
I instinctively took a step backwards.
A second break appeared in the package, close to the first, and something emerged through it.
It was dark and sharp and was moving from side to side.
It looked like some kind of limb – and another one was beginning to break free from the first split.
And another – this one from a tear in the base of the package.
As I watched with a mounting sense of horror a dozen dark limbs appeared from inside the package.
Some probed and twitched into space. Others found the floor and, slowly, uncertainly, they began to crawl. Propelled by the legs of the things inside it, the package began to head towards me.
I tried to run away, but I was so freaked out I tripped myself up and ended up sprawled on the floor. I looked up and saw the hideously animated package was almost on me. One of its limbs was flickering against my sneaker.
I did not hear the elevator open, did not realize someone had stepped out from it, until I saw arms reaching down and lifting the package up.
The limbs went into a frenzy, but now they were clawing at nothing.
I looked up – into a face that was twisted with rage.
“What have you done?” the man standing over me demanded. “This rare specimen is to have pride of place in my collection. If you have hurt it, I will sue you!”
With that outburst, he stormed to his door with the package and hurried inside.
I was left still sitting on my backside. “How would you rate your delivery today on a scale of one to five?” I asked the empty passageway then began to laugh hysterically.
I gave it twenty minutes so I could calm down, before driving back to the depot to collect my money.
I found the man waiting once more behind the hatch with a new package.
I wasn’t sure my nerves were up to it and asked, “Do you have another driver who could take it?”
“You do the jobs I allocate to you, or you don’t get paid anything,” he told me with an ugly sneer on his face.
“Fine,” I said under my breath and took the package.
I did not need to look at the address to know where I was taking it because it started to leak blood before I had even got it into the car.
Muttering to myself, I put it on the towel on the passenger seat and set off.
I drove faster than I normally would and arrived at the house in good time. More of its neighbouring houses had been demolished and there was a digger parked up as well. The redevelopment of the area seemed to be picking up pace.
I picked up my own pace, hopped out of the car, and put package down outside the house. Then I pressed the bell and made myself scarce.
I was back in the car when the door opened. I peered over at the darkness revealed.
At the pale figure standing in its midst.
Its eyes were dark voids in its face, its nose was flattened, and its ears rose into sharp tips. It was holding the package in its grotesque grip.
Blood was dripping from the package and, as I watched, the creature’s tongue flickered out and licked the blood. It smiled, showing teeth that looked like shards of glass. Then it retreated back into the house, and the door closed.
I was left terrified. My hands were shaking so badly, it took me three goes to get the key in the ignition and, as I drove away I vowed never to return.
My very short career as a delivery driver was over. I just couldn’t take the weirdness.
When I arrived back at the depot, I did not tell the malodorous man about my decision. I took the money and ran.
Feeling relieved that I’d never have to see or smell him again, I arrived back at my student accommodation.
Even from the roadside, I could hear music blaring out from inside, so I decided to sleep in the car.
I closed my eyes and leant back.
I slept restlessly and when dawn finally arrived, I felt dreadful. I was sitting there, aching all over and feeling about ninety years old when someone tapped on my window.
It was the young woman. She looked more beautiful every time I saw her.
I wound the window down and smiled in what I hoped was an irresistibly handsome way.
“Hey,” she said. “Did you get locked out last night?”
“No,” I replied. “I’m finding it hard to sleep in my room because of all the noise.”
She laughed and said, “Do you want to come up to my room, I have something that will help.”
How could I say no!
Her room was chaotic, with clothes, books and pictures everywhere. She rooted around inside a pile of tops lying tangled on the floor and brought out a small plastic container.
“Try these,” she said. “They’re noise cancelling ear buds. I have the new model so you’re welcome to have these.”
“That’s amazing,” I said. “Hopefully things will get better now.”
“You seem to be doing OK,” she replied. “I mean, you’ve got your job.”
I frowned and told her about the package that had sprouted legs and described the strange figure that I had seen when I dropped off the second bleeding package.
I expected her to be shocked, but she looked excited.
“Wow!” she exclaimed. “That sounds like a vampire, and I love vampires. You have to let me know next time you’re going to deliver to it.”
She gave me her phone number and made me promise to message her.
All thoughts of giving up the job as a delivery driver forgotten, I told her I would, and left her room with a big grin on my face.
That night I headed for the depot building hoping there would be another package dripping with blood waiting for me.
There wasn’t. The man, smelling as rank as ever, told me I had to collect the package from a different location tonight and I’d be given the delivery address for it when I did,
I had zero enthusiasm for this until he let me know where the collection was to be made.
As soon as I was outside, I sent a message:
Hey, I am heading to the vampire’s house now.
Moments after I pressed send, a reply came:
Take me with you!
Yes! I thought and we arranged a place for me to pick her up. Thirty minutes later I was driving through the night with a beautiful girl by my side.
She’d brought a cushion with her so she didn’t have to sit on the messed up cover of the passenger seat and her cheeks were flushed with excitement.
For my part, I had decided to ask her out on a date as soon as I could get the courage and I was desperately hoping she would say yes.
In the meantime, there was the small matter of a package to collect.
I pulled up in my usual place. More houses had been demolished and I guessed the house we were going to was due to be knocked down soon.
I wondered if, perhaps, the strange creature who lived there was moving out because of this.
I must admit, I did not truly believe it was a vampire. It was grade A freaky looking, but that did not automatically make it one of the undead.
Still, I was feeling very apprehensive now the moment to see it face to face again had arrived. I pressed the bell.
My gorgeous companion had refused to stay in the car and had come with me. She was so stoked she could not stand still as we waited for a response.
But there was nothing.
I was about to press the bell again, when she put her hand on my arm and said, “Wait.”
Then she pushed the door. It creaked and opened.
“Result,” she said brightly and stepped inside.
I took a deep breath and followed.
Bugs with far too many legs scurried out of our way as we walked along a dark hallway. There was a large room at the end of the hallway.
I would have been very happy to not go into it, but she was hurrying ahead. She made her way into the room, then came to a halt and gasped.
I walked up to her side and understood why.
The room was lit by a single candle in an ornate gold holder. Dark curtains hung over the windows, keeping the outside world away, and there were bones all over the floor.
I thought of the packages I had delivered and my theory that they had held raw meat.
It looked like I had been right and that this feast dripping with blood had been a regular delivery to the creature that lived here.
My companion took my arm and said, “Look.”
In an ante room, there was a coffin on a table. She walked over to it and looked at the lid. Then she turned round and her eyes were shining as she told me, “It’s got a note taped to it, saying it’s for collection. And there’s a delivery address as well.”
She clapped her hands together and added a delighted, “Amazing.”
I was still not happy about the whole business and said, “Ok, let’s get the coffin in the car then. The sooner we get it delivered the better.”
“After we look inside,” she said gleefully.
I remembered the disgusting guy at the depot’s rule about never looking inside a package, and said, “I really don’t think that’s a good idea.”
She wrinkled her nose up in the cutest way and replied, “Spoilsport.”
But she didn’t ask again, and together we carried the coffin out to the car. It just about fit onto the back seats and I was relieved when we drove away from the house. Being reduced to rubble was the best thing that could happen to the place, in my opinion.
The delivery address was in a part of the city that neither of us had ever heard of and I got completely lost.
Between the stress of that, and the strange package, and still trying to get up the nerve to ask for a date, my guts started to churn and I had to stop off at a diner so I could use their rest room.
I was the only person in the place apart from a tired looking waitress. Once I’d visited the rest room, I bought a couple of coffees to go, even though caffeine was the last thing I needed, then returned to the car.
It was empty.
The passenger door was open and one of the back seats. As I came closer, I saw that the lid of the coffin was open as well.
I started to feel sick with worry. Had curiosity got the better of my companion, and she had looked inside the coffin?
I peered into the coffin through the car window. There was nothing in there either.
I swore out loud and began to look around frantically – and it was then I saw the body lying on the ground.
It was near a dark corner of the diner. I hurried over.
It was the young woman. I knelt down and touched her face. Two trails of blood ran from cuts on her neck.
She had been so full of life, so beautiful. Now, she was dead.
I began to cry.
She must have disturbed the vampire in its coffin, and it had lashed out. Had fed on her and stolen her life.
As I knelt there weeping, I suddenly became aware of movement nearby.
I turned, thinking it might be the waitress, and saw the vampire crouching in the shadows.
Its hideous, bat-like head was tilted to one side and its tongue flickered out. Its mouth hung slightly open and I could see dark red stains on its monster’s teeth.
“You did this,” I said as anger flared inside me. “You!” I screamed.
It looked at me, and it smiled, and then wings unfurled from its back, and it sped into the sky and away.
I was nothing to it. And the young woman it had killed was growing cold on the ground next to me.
I picked her body up and carried it over to the car. My mind was racing and I’m not sure why, but I put her in the empty coffin as gently as I could then closed the lid, and the car door. I think I did not want anyone to see her like that.
I went to sit in the driver’s seat.
I felt utterly lost and alone and more scared than I had ever been in my life.
With dawn still hours away, I desperately tried to think what I should do next.
I was still trying to think, when I heard the back door click open. I span round. Shock sent cold waves through my body. The lid of the coffin was once more loose and it was empty.
And there was someone standing outside the car. Her long dark hair hung down her back almost to her waist.
Feeling as if I was in a dream, I climbed out of the car. She turned to me and smiled. Her lips were pale. Her fangs razor sharp.
“Help me,” she said in a quiet voice. “I am thirsty. I need to feed.”
Since that night, I have stayed with her. I watch over her coffin while she sleeps during the day. After dusk, I drive her to places where she can hunt for new victims to sate her bloodlust.
I will do this as long as she needs me. Because she is my dark mistress. My savage, beautiful creature of the night.

Experience report: 3-FA - Happy gentle amphetamine
 
70mg over time, in doses of 15, 35, and 20 milligram
 
This wil be a long post, so buckle up.
 
Background information:  
Age: 23  
Weight: approx. 75kg or 170lbs  
Length: 185cm or 6’1”
 
 
Context: 
Last Saturday, I had the pleasure of experiencing 3-FA for the first time. 3-FA was chosen because I did want to go out to party, however, I did not want to deplete my serotonin in massive amounts. 3-FA and 3-FMA were the best suited for this with what I could buy, and 3-FMA would last significantly longer, hence the decision to use 3-FA. I dissolved the substance in vodka in a flacon in order to dose easily and accurately, and also because some reports stated that insufflating it is extremely painful.
 
Setting:  
While intending to use it at a rave, I wanted to test the substance out beforehand to see how I reacted, since very little information could be found regarding this substance. This was in a hostel with a group of friends, where drug use was (probably) prohibited. Another reason not to use 3-FMA. One friend would join me, and I assured her that I would report her how it felt before she joined me with it. For the duration of the day, I felt very lethargic and tired, and was hoping that the drug would help with this. A heavy meal was eaten at approximately 4 to 5 hours prior, and did not feel full at the time of ingestion.
 
Experience report:  
At 23:00 I ingested light dose of 15mg of the substance by mouth. It tasted extraordinarily disgusting, like spoiled hard liquor, and I took a small sip of water to flush the taste away. After this, we walked with a group of 5 towards the club which was approximately 30 minutes away.
 
(T+0:15)  
I feel a bit more energised. Walking quickly goes easy even though I was tired, I am constantly fidgeting with my rings and wristwatch, and I become more talkative. I can feel as if my eyelids are slightly more open than before. However, my friends don’t seem to have noticed that anything was off. A slight trembling of the hands was felt as well, and this was noticeable when I tried to put in my earplugs, or tried to unbutton my jacket, which was quite uncomfortable.
 
(T+0:30)  
Over the course of the past fifteen minutes I can feel the substance becoming more active, but the come-up is extremely gentle. It felt like a parent pushing your back when you are riding a bike as a child when you’re struggling to keep up to pace. The effects, however, are very much felt. When starting to dance, I felt encourage to continue doing so, like stopping would cost considerably more energy. Headspace is virtually absent, but I felt like I did not care as much as I usually do when I dance. This could also have been because the club was completely empty by the time this was felt.
 
(T+1:00)  
The effect of the drug is now in full swing. Slight tingling was felt at the tips of my extremities when I kept dancing. I felt my heartbeat harder than solely because of dancing. Chewing gum felt very good. The headspace was a little more brightened up than before, even though I was complaining to my friends that the music sucked. The music sounded better too, even though nothing extraordinary was changed. I was practically fidgeting with my rings the whole time. My mouth was a bit dry, and I felt quite warm, but was not sweating a lot. A slight headspace of stimulation is felt, and I can notice that thoughts are being sped up. I felt like I was very happy to be here with my friends, and had a desire to flatter and hug them. This all felt extremely subtle, though, and as such can be seen as an encouragement instead of a desire, or forced manner.
 
According to the Journal app, the effects by this time were at its peak, and I hinted to my friend who was intending to use it with me that she could come with me to (re)dose. I ingested another 30 milligrams, and gave my friend the same amount. Again, disgusting. My friend concurred, and flushed it away with some water.
 
(T+1:15 or redose T+0:15)  
No new effects were felt, but the encouraging manner of stimulation became heavier. A greater degree of bruxism was also experienced. I started to sweat a little bit more, but the location had become warmer, so this is difficult to tell. The headspace stayed more or less the same; subtle but noticeable. The way this drug manifested felt a bit like the post-nausea come-up of MDMA.
 
(T+1:35 or redose T+0:35)  
This is a complex drug. I can feel the entactogenic effects that are akin to MDMA, but much more subtle. When using MDMA, you know for a fact that if you take a step back and realise what you are doing, and that you are pretty much fucked up. Not that you care usually. 3-FA is nothing like it. While you notice that the effects are working, the headspace is mild. Its moreso of a gentle nudge to keep doing what you’re doing instead of your body screaming that you must keep going.
 
Tactile intensification is extremely noticeable. Touch with intention feels very sensual, and my libido is definitely increased. A great degree of vasoconstriction is felt, and my body feels very light in the physical sense, and my friend occured While going outside for a smoke and to chill, I can feel my heart is racing abnormally fast. I feel myself becoming more talkative, and my affect for people is greatly increased. A woman I spoke to was talking about her battling cancer, and I nearly wept when I hugged her. Besides that, ego was inflated as well, and I could do basically anything if I put my mind to it.  
I was not agitated. I could feel some serotonergic activity, but not much. I felt amazing.  
This was also the moment I reached a plateau, and I basically kept feeling this way for another hour or so. I decided that I should redose once more, since I was intending to go on for a longer while. I ingested another 20 milligrams and gave my friend approximately 15 milligrams. And yes, the concoction I had brewed tasted worse than the devil sperm. 3-MMC is disgusting but you get used to it. You don’t get used to this.
 
(T+2:30 or 1st redose T+1:15 and 2nd redose T+0:15)  
This substance is gentle but very euphoric. Serotonergic activity was definitely felt to a greater degree. Chills were running down my spine, and I practically howled whenever the base or lights were being funky. I retracted my eyes to the ceiling and into the sky the moment someone gave me a slight massage. My perception of time was not suppressed, instead, it felt like a longer time had passed than actually passed. The love for my friends reached a climax, and I felt that I was loved by everyone in the room. No new effects were felt except for an exacerbation of the previously mentioned effects. The headspace, again, was mild. I did not feel like I was fucked up, nor did I feel that I was looking fucked up.
 
(T+3:15 or 1st redose T+2:00 and 2nd redose T+1:00)  
After some while, tiredness struck. It comes up very gradually. I had been tired throughout the day, and decided that it would be best not to redose anymore but let the effects water out gently and go home whenever the fatigue became over encumbering. A slow decline was felt in all effects, likely exacerbated due to fatigue.
 
(T+4:15 – after this point, all the times afterwards will be of the point of first ingestion.)  
Fatigue was felt. The encouragement to keep dancing still felt noticeable, but my head, body, and mind were informing me that it would be best to stop and walk home, which was still a 30-minute walk. I signalled my friend to leave, smoked a final cigarette, and walked home. A pleasurable walk home, with nice conversations. Conversations were still easy to start, uphold, and continue. I felt very happy to have been able to do this with my friend. We talked about our shared experiences regarding the substance.
We take a photo with flash together for a pupil check. While they are somewhat enlarged, this could also have occurred because it was dark. No abnormal pupils.
 
(T+5:00)  
Suddenly, I feel very tired, inform my friend that I feel tired, and stop talking as much. We took a detour, but were now back at the hostel, and were going to to go sleep to get some rest.
 
(T+8:00)  
I get out of bed at 7:00 AM. I did not feel tired, but rather wakeful. My heart was absolutely racing, and I felt very warm. These palpitations were probably the worst thus far after ingesting it. When borrowing the smartwatch from a friend who was informed of our usage, it showed that my resting heart rate was still well above 120bpm. Chills were running down my spine while I showered, and did not feel comfortable. These were probably due to the serotonergic activity. Appetite is suppressed, but it felt much gentler than that of regular amphetamine, MDMA, or LSD. I was feeling nauseous due to hunger. I was famished. This made eating some food all the more important, and after the first bite of some food it became apparent that eating was much easier than expected.
My mouth was dry. No amount of water or fruit juice could quench my thirst. Quite paradoxically, even though I was awake for more than 24 hours at this point, absolutely no anxiety or comedown was felt. I just felt tired. It was probably made worse due to not being able to sleep.
 
(T+11:00 to 18:00)  
Heart palpitations, vasoconstriction, and blood pressure seem to disappear suddenly. Fifteen minutes ago, I mentioned to my friend that I still had a racing heart, but at the next given moment a short while later, everything was gone. I was tired. Cognitive fatigue set in. Hunger set in too, and felt like I could eat a mountain of fruit. Words were significantly more difficult to think of, and expressing myself felt like a challenge. Weirdly, comedown was felt. No anxiety, depression, or negative thoughts occurred during this phase. It felt more like an afterglow. It should be noted however, that I was being extremely content with the circumstances. I was with my friends on a trip I planned myself, in the sunny warmth of a May afternoon, smoking a cigarette while standing in knee-deep in the cool waters of a shallow creek, surrounded by friends.
 
(T+18:00 to 24:00)  
I felt a paradoxical amount of energisation. Even though I had been awake for more than 40 hours, I had not felt this happy in months. Again, this could be due to the circumstances previously mentioned. I went to sleep, and was probably gone in less than a minute. While eating approximately 24 hours after the first ingestion, I noticed how extremely tensed up my jaws were. The bruxism and teeth clenching were definitely on par to 3-MMC.
 
(T+32:00-48:00 and the next day)  
This day I felt a bit irritable, but nothing in particular. Things in the trip did not work out as planned and I was a bit frustrated regarding the matter. I was, again, tired. There was no motivation to do anything whatsoever. Thinking was a bit difficult, as was writing this trip report, haha.
Even though a great degree of serotonergic activity was felt during the ‘trip’, no comedown or ‘suicide Tuesday’ was noticed. Just lethargy, and tiredness. I have never had a drug this complex and potent with such an absent comedown. This is contrasted to my usage of MDMA, with which I took fewer than 75 milligrams, and felt suicidal for three days when the comedown started.
 
Looking back/conclusion:  
3-FA is wonderful, potent, complex, and interesting drug. One of the most fun I have ever tried. Its profile is akin to a very light MDMA which gradually develops into effects akin to amphetamine. Though I have never tried 4-FA, I feel like the effects are quite similar. No comedown was felt.
This substance is fantastic. Never felt a potent compound that left me so speck-free. You feel that it is working, but you also feel that you do not look fucked up while using it. My friends who were not using (probably) did not notice that we had used the drug.
 
I give this substance a 9-9.5/10. Simply fantastic. I wish I had found this substance earlier.
 
If there's any questions, i would love to hear them.