actually it was 30-60% toluene. i did buy it sometimes too, but that was risky as they sometimes would not want to sell it to you. i had various ways to make myself look like a builder if i either wasnt up to the task of, or didnt want to take the risk of stealing it. obviously the majority was stolen. wed also case building sites and take the glue from there. i suspect toluene is much more deadly in a liquid form because it probably becomes extremely concentrated and aromatic, meaning you dont really have time to hold back on inhaling. other than that im not sure how we survived it. there were a few of us - but we are all okay. we were a gang of street kids, essentially. we didnt do it like the bums - whod sit there in public on the street with no style or grace - going retarded. we played a street kids game of magic, conjuring, illusion and discovery. in other words, it was demonic. one could influence others to see things and create vivid illusions - especially in near or total darkness. there were commonalities - for instance if you huffed under a bridge and looked at the cracks - they would spread and get wider and wider and it would feel like you were bringing the bridge down on top of you. there was always that point where your brain couldnt handle it any more. the worse buzzes were from huffing outside, so we would be out all night on cliff tops, beside rivers, parks, or looking out at the sea. we used to huff on the bench by the beach while facing the full force of storms. or halfway up a cliff, looking down on the entire town with a panoramic view from which we could influence events.
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