|>> || I will repost my own experience from being young and stupid, but a cracker and a couple of punch balloons should work just fine. Sort of lame unless you have a tank or are already tripping, though. Some people have used military surplus gas masks to filter auto-grade NOS, but I can't recommend that. |
...There was a time when I was younger and stupider, and I didn't have the patience for crackers or any of that. I would seal a couple of chargers in a ziploc bag with a thumbtack or a nail and just go at it until I punctured the cartridges. At that point, I would unseal the bag just enough to get in a drinking straw and suck out all the gas. I exhaled that into a brown paper bag and huffed at it until it was done.
As you either know or will soon realize, the nitrous experience is short, and only really satisfying for a few seconds (if you aren't already tripping. If you are tripping, good for you).
You're going to want to do the better part of the box in one go. To make that possible, I took the whole box of chargers and put them inside ziploc bags, two to a bag, each with a couple of thumb tacks. The tacks were not very good. A bunch of them broke, and I lost a couple of chargers to busted ziploc bags as a result, and also tore up my hands with punctures and long scratches.
I didn't have a hammer, either, and had to do each charger with a tack using just my fingers. It was painful and took a long time. Finally, I had a bunch of bags lined up around the outside of the room, and I was ready to start getting high.
God knows why, I did that a few times, but on this particular day, I was high on DXM, which I'd potentiated with white GFJ, a little 5-htp, JWH-018 sprinkled on some weed and damiana, a couple of cigarettes, and some rum, along with the kratom leaf that had been sitting in it, extracting.
I had taken a lot of time during the come-up to get the ziploc bags lined up around the wall, and put the straw and brown paper bag where I could find them while tripping like a fiend. I was staying with my grandmother, and just before I got started, she walked into the room, wanting to know if I'd seen any of her ziploc bags. I told her - cigarette in hand, with what I hoped was a straight face - that I thought there were some left in there but didn't know for sure.
She then asked me what was going on. I'm standing in this smoky-ass room lined two layers deep with what were in fact all of her ziploc bags, stuffed with her thumbtacks and a bunch of chargers, some beer bottles and a set of glasses from her kitchen, covered with foil and full of rum and extracting herbs of one kind or another, and some dust and leaf on the table from the JWH-018 (which I'm pretty sure she missed, owing to the general mess). On the plus side, I'd stashed the bong and the cold medicine out of sight.
She repeated the question, and I think I told her I was doing something for science. I'm not sure whether she believed that, or what she thought was actually going on. We never talked about it after that, though.
When the chargers were done, I took a percocet and drank a couple of beers and watched Donnie Darko while I tried to get ready for an interview I had at school in a couple of hours. I came really close to pulling it off - I managed to sound intelligent and stay on topic - but there were a couple of long silences where I forgot what was going on and just stared at the girl with my still-enormous pupils going full force. She was really, really creeped out. I was smoking outside when she got out a little later, and she kept looking back while she was walking. She never talked to me after that.