Now, to anyone who thinks this is a nootropic. Hell fucking no, this is a pretty powerful psychotropic sedativeish drug from Soviet Russia that lasts many many hours in your system. If you take a normal dose at night, you will be buzzed well into the next day; if you take a very large dose, be prepared for a long period of fuckery, such as as follows. *EDIT To people who can use this responsibly it can be good. And most of the times I used it it was quite a fun chill experience or just an enhancement of everyday activity. But my definition of nootropic is highly non-damaging when the truth is with Phenibut there just isn’t enough known about the long term effects to classify it as a nootropic or not. Also it was combined with beer if your going to get ninny about me recounting an experience with drugs and saying WELL U DRUNK UR DUMB. This isn’t about me trying to downtalk the drug or anything like that. Its what it was to me this night.

This story comes from when I had already been somewhat experienced with the drug, but didn’t realize that your average joe isn’t going to be able to contain their behavior as well as me at least on this substance.

We start out at my good friends house drinking beer, we all drop a single capsule of 250mg and I give everyone enough caps to last the night. Everything goes as a normal party does, people gradually coming over; chatter, people humiliating themselves for others entertainment. At around 7 pm we begin our trek to the pub, every ones wallets loaded with capsules and stomachs filled with beer. On the way to the pub is when I first noticed one of my friends acting a little “looser” than normal. He walked straight off the road into one of his neighbors yards and just yelled at him through his door.

“Fuckin Dave what are u doin mate?” I was thinking dude this guys wife and kids are right there man have some respect. But Dave comes out and is more than happy to see other people. He comes out and says “Aw yea just havin a few brewskies before watching the grand final” my friend immediately invites him to come with us to the pub and his wife hears it sticks her head around the corner and eggs him into going with us.

So with our motely crew we head off towards the pub, my friend again did something with little processing. Spotting a horse in a paddock he walks over to the fence, pours beer into his hand and lets the horse lucky it out of his palm. “Look he fuckin loves it horses need beer too”, I could only shake my head.

So we arrive at the pub and this is when the chaos begins, I agree to have a fist fight with my roomate in the front yard afterwards, he says its some sort of tradition and 2 of my other friends begin acting a little over free. I approached the bar to buy a drink and the barman is wiping a capsule off the table and looks at the dude next to him with a kind of perplexed expression. “Another capsule?” “yea” My friend had gone to open his wallet to get change out and sprayed them all over the bar, not knowing how to salvage the situation he must have just swept them as fast as possible off the counter but must have hit at least a few over the house side. Sitting outside he seems to think he did everything smoothly “Yea I went to get change out and i accidentally flicked all my caps out onto the bar but the guy had his back turned and I had enough time to sweep them all back in and zip it up”. No you didn’t.

I continue the smack talk to my future adversary/roomate. “Im going to destroy you with 1 hand, your too short, you smoke cigurettes your going to gas out” All the while he kind of sat quietly taking it and offered a “we’ll see”. I can’t lie ive always liked fighting, but I never have the courage during sobriety. Suddenly there is a sound behind me as im sitting outside having a cigurette.

The people inside are bursting into laughter and I see through the glass plane into the area where the pool tables are there are 2 of my friends……. Doing cartwheels for a crowd. Cartwheels. In a club, on a night when its packed to the brim. Not only that but they had been warned 5 minutes earlier that while it was clearly bringing joy into peoples lives that it needed to stop. So we got kicked out, the bouncer was a friend of mine, he casually walked up and said yea if you leave those guys will just follow you.

Im sorry man. And that was that.

And then on the way home it kind of kicked into fifteeth gear. Dave was long gone having had about 6 beers and his old man liver had crapped out, he went to go nap in a bush or something just before we got kicked out. Everyone was very, very phenibutting. Walking is a straight line was hard, my hands and feet were buzzing, everyone asking if everyone else is getting random loud ringing in one ear so answers of “yea i got that I just didnt want to seem like the only strokey cunt”.

We get the gloves from my friends house, and 2 crates of beer. The agreed upon location was the frontyard of my house at the time because we had a light and a decent sized grass area. We agree on the terms, 1 minute rounds (he was a heavy smoker), boxing only. Mistakes were made.

Mistake number 1 – We didnt really account for the difference between gloves, so 1 person got to use rock hard tiny training mits and the other had to use large padded 16oz amateur boxing gloves.

Mistake number 2 – No mouth guards

I took a large swill of beer and told my opponent to drink before we fought in an attempt to level the playing field but he was onto my game. He had a bit of a sip but the bottle down and said its time. Ding ding I throw 2 lazyjabs and get countered. REAL hard with a left hook perfectly placed on my chin. The only way I know this is because ive seen the footage. When i came to i remember just losing the time i was out so i point at one of my friends and was angry over the fact that we had made him referee and he wasnt doing his job because I got the 10 count knocked out of me. ” WHY ARENT YOU COUNTING TO TEN?” and he kind of with a shocked look on his face started awkwardly counting again. And just like that the battle resumes for the whole alotted 5 rounds. I think he may have taken it easy on my head after that, as i was dropped another 2 times to the body. Yea I got whopped.

After some rounds of everyone else fighting, we all kind of had a giggle about how it was grand final night and there are 2 jerseys of the opposing teams with blood on them hanging off the fence, people driving past in the morning would have had a giggle. We look in the mirror, Black eyes. Everyone had a black eye. I had 2. And also my front tooth was smashed out. Great. But to be honest I had more than enough fun to deal with the damage.

And that was that, everything just kind of simmered down from there. 2 of my other friends said they had woken up still high and just decided to keep it going but everyone else stopped. Some had bad hangovers some didnt. I felt fine except for the face hurties. Good times. But yea now im sure phenibut was not 100% the cause of everyone going crazy, but at the same time it was most definitely a factor.