First time doing Special K, the breakfast cereal of champions, I ended up on the floor of the laundry room of the dorm I was in and was confused about the purpose of my feet. What were they there for? Did I really need them? How hard would it be to take them off? Finally someone came and showed me what they were for. Shortly thereafter, I did another bump, discovered what I call "Flicker Time" (it seems like life is passing by in a series of frames played in rapid succession) and visited with my friends, the Shadow People. Then they put me in a magic box that no matter what I did to get out, there was still more box. Later found out that was a k-hole. Pretty heavy stuff.I've mixed it with pretty much everything. Coke, Crystal, MDMA, MDA, LSD, Weed & GHB. K is the drug of choice for the after, after party. You know, the one that starts Sunday morning and only those that started on Friday (or perhaps Thursday) night attend. It's utter mayhem and a complete gong show, and you're there all partied out from the weekend, in a K-omatose state. The weirdest shit happens. I love it mixed with weed, takes me to my own special place that I cal stupidsville, because I become an absolute moron that can't complete a coherent thought. Great way to come down, IMO. Doesn't mix well with GHB. A horse tranquilizer and a central nervous system depressant don't mix well together? Who knew? MJMuse