How Connected Are Adderall (Drug) and Limitless (Movie)?

What is the Adderall-Limitless Controversy?

The controversy is that the popular 2011 Sci-Fi movie “Limitless” was based on the drug Adderall. This, while I can see how you would think this haven taken Adderall myself, is actually false. This movie is a spin-off of the book “The Dark Fields” (relating to the dark parts of our brain that we can’t access), by Allen Glenn. Haven’t read the book personally, but having seen the movie, I’ll say it’d have to be a good read. Anyways…I digress, this is where the Adderall-Limitless speculation controversy stems from.

And now the meat of this blog post, My Memoir

So this blog post is a huge part of my books promotion. If you’re looking for an Adderall-Limitless pill talk about how you can get the real limitless pill, this book will serve to dissuade you as to the dangers Adderall can have. Nootropics, such as Piracetam are a much better alternative. These do not require a doctors prescription to get either. The rest of this blog post will be continued at the bottom.

Chapter 8

The next day at school, with the rosary pouch once again secured in my jeans pocket, the idea dawned on me of ingesting another section of the pill. I figured since the actual euphoria was minor, I could handle it, and that it was mainly just for concentration. I informed Eric of my trial with the drug, and he seemed pleased that I had finally tested it. “I figured it would work well on you,” Eric said. “You seem like a smart kid anyways, and you don’t actually have attention problems so it’s bound to hit you pretty hard.” “I know” I added, it was pretty amazing, just hope it will get me through the intense amount of studying I have to do now.”

Walking home that day proved peaceful, as I tried to focus on the effects the Adderall had given me the previous day, and of how great of an experience it was to be the smartest person in the room (or to at least feel like the smartest person in the room.) As soon as the door opened, however, my clarity of thought and peace of mind dissipated at the expense of my father’s anger and innately loud and awkward voice.

“Stephen! Get in the car” my father screamed from across the room. I had a slight paranoia inside of me that my father was still upset, but it passed as soon as he left the room and began to sing his familiar song aloud in an attempt to calm himself.

I assured myself that the pills were still fastened securely in my pocket, and with the SAT just one week away, I got in the car with my entire family, embarking from Michigan, my familiar home place, and spending the weekend at my father’s nonchalant lake house, something he had purchased as a way to facilitate his craving to be alone and awkward in as private and segregated a setting as possible.

I felt my left jeans pocket, making sure my new gem was securely fastened, and by the time we arrived after the more than two-hour drive, I darted to the bathroom and took a mouthful of water from the sink, gulping down an even bigger bite of the instant release pill.

My eyes immediately dilated, and even with the low dosage I was on, I began to exhibit rapid speech from the still increased dosage, and my eyesight turned to even more distinct of golden sepia. This time the euphoria was much stronger, I grabbed my SAT prep book and rushed to my room, locking the door and reading line after line. I wanted to be studying something, reading something, doing something, I learned more in a few short hours on Adderall than I did a week with my sober brain.

I finished much of the book and then, grabbed a bottle of water and closed the door once again. “My God this room is a mess,” I thought to myself. I moved shirts to the washing machine, made my bed, flipped pillows into my closet, organized my drawers and finally moved my lamp to my desk where I could continue my effortless and entertaining study session. In minutes my room was spotless, and for the entire weekend, the cycle continued. I studied like crazy in the drug-induced state of mania I was in and learned so much from the SAT prep book that I was debating whether or not to even take the SAT on Adderall, because as lucrative as it had been I wanted to be sure the crashes wouldn’t get any worse.

I was driven home at the end of the weekend, and moved the XR capsule from my pocket, back to the rosary pouch underneath my bookshelf. The next day at school, I walked in confidence, knowing I had an extreme secret; I had just had my first time on an amphetamine. I tried to remain calm, although it was becoming increasingly hard to keep my mouth shut about the entire situation. “Hey, James!,” Camila shouted from across the cafeteria. I moved over to the table, and she began to make small talk with me, asking me things like how are my classes and how was your weekend.

“They’re going fine” I responded with an unenthusiastic tone. “So, tell me about you,” I said, noticing that the ability to converse with people was coming a little less easy to me than usual, most likely because of the crash from the drug. “I’m kind of boring” she added “I have like a 4.8 GPA, and my parents are like extremely overprotective so I don’t really go out much,” she said. God this chick really is boring, I thought to myself. I felt a tap on my shoulder suddenly, and I turned around. “Hey could you um, help me with my math homework bro”

Eric winked. “Oh sure, no problem” I high fived all my friends to say goodbye and walked over to the vending achiness with him. “Did you try it yet?” he asked. “Hell yes! Oh my God, that stuff’s amazing; it was like my brain had been replaced with an all-knowing and perfect genius’s brain. It was hands down one of the best days of my life” I told him in excitement. “Jesus, how much did you take,” he asked. “I only took like an eighth of the pill at a time,” I said as he chuckled. “So you didn’t take the XR yet right?” He asked. “No, not yet” I replied. “Take that thing for your SAT,” he said. “I promise you, it will be the best day of your life”. “I might just take you up on that,” I told him before we shook hands and parted ways.

I trotted back to my table and heard something that actually almost brought tears to my eyes. “That’s why I just got out of the hospital, and that’s why I get pneumonia quite frequently,” Camila said to one kid silently and most likely in privacy, noticeably trying to hold back the tears as I had just come into the conversation while it was getting as interesting as ever. “What!” I asked, with sadness readily present in my eyes.

“Are…are you okay?” I asked. She sighed “yeah I’m fine I guess, it’s just this thing I’ve had since I was a kid, I cough up a lot of blood, and I have to constantly drink water,” she said. “Wow, that um, sucks I guess,” I said in reply. “Well, thanks for your support, James!” She screamed. “Oh my God I’m so sorry, I just meant” I mumbled. “I’m just kidding,” said Camila, it’s okay, don’t worry about it.

The bell rang and I got out of the awkward situation as my friend Tyler and I walked to class together. For some

reason, although I could still feel the onset of the crash at its fullest, I still seemed to feel some of the effects of the drug.

I had huge goals set and a huge belief in myself because I soon realized my absolute potential after I ingested that first pill. I realized the length to which my life could go, and I began to have humungous aspirations for things like getting a full scholarship, and putting myself into everything I did to my fullest extent, it was a pleasant feeling, but one that left me over devoted, and with a craving for more Adderall to satisfy my obsessive need for success.


Chapter 9

The rest of the week passed by nicely, and with a feeling of more extraordinary normality than usual; however, on Friday night, as the psychological want and desire for the drug began to reach its fullest, I actually began to feel nervous about taking the pill. The way Eric described it to me, I knew it proved to be quite an experience, and I wasn’t sure if I was at all ready.

I had an uneasy sleep that night, and the next morning, Saturday, the day of the SAT, and my judgment day for colleges, my alarm went off at five am. I rolled over in bed, still in zombie mode from awakening so early, grabbed the pill from underneath the bookshelf in my closet and placed it on my tongue, making the sign of the cross with my right arm “be strong James, it’ll be alright.” I was really hoping for an Adderall Limitless effect that would sort of just take the test for me.

I swallowed the pill, stumbled back into my bed, and woke up at six am on the dot, wide awake and as clear in the head as I had ever been. I walked into the shower and turned the water on scorching hot. Feeling refreshed, I got changed and brushed my now annoyingly long hair to the side. My eyes were noticeably dilated, and I sat on the floor of my room with my headphones in after I had eaten a breakfast of half an almond and six glasses of water. My brother got up and approached the dining room where I sat amped up, my legs shaking and bouncing up and down in the chair, with a glass of water in hand. I made small talk with him for ten minutes, before I tried to control myself, realizing that my rapid speech was starting to become noticeable.

I opened the door and walked outside. I stood on my driveway and breathed the fresh air. My sinuses had been completely cleared, and it was a cool 62 degrees outside. The kick in the pants was unbelievable, and the strength and energy in my body, along with my suddenly newfound confidence had awakened an almost enhanced version of me, and I liked it. The Adderall Limitless effect my friends had talked about was right, this stuff was amazing.

I knew that although I had promised myself I would only take the pill once, for the SAT, I came across a realization that I wished I would’ve never decided on, which was that taking the pill more often might not be such a bad thing. Suddenly, the kick reached full throttle, and I began to walk increasingly faster, walking at an almost jogging pace. I only had one mile to go until I reached my school where I would be taking the SAT, and I wished it had been so much longer. I could walk all day long if I needed to, and it seemed like everything I was doing was overly interesting.

I passed by neighbors and engaged in brief conversations with them, I winked at pretty girls who walked by me in the street, and best of all, I portrayed more confidence than big buff gym heads. I walked by them and almost posted a stare of anger, my confidence was through the roof and I couldn’t be any happier than I was at that very moment. The drug was now kicked into its full effect, and my sepia vision was now fully operational.

The walk ended, and I arrived at school. “Please present your admission ticket sir” called out a lady from behind me, who demanded to see identification before I was allowed inside. “Oh yeah, sure” I responded, trying not to let the tweak in my jaw become too noticeable. “Come on inside then,” said the security guard.

“Okay thanks,” I said. Geez, do you guys really have to check ID with every single one of these kids taking the SAT.” The security guard looked stunned “Yeah, we do” she said as I nodded, “Well that’s gotta suck” I told her in confidence “Yep, welcome to the real world kid.” I laughed and walked inside, astonished at how easy and almost innate it was to strike up a conversation with a near perfect stranger. I sat down at a cafeteria booth with the rest of the students who had arrived super early and tried to control this nagging twitch.

Suddenly, I saw what looked like someone I knew. “Jesse,” I said, “what’s up?” I asked some kid I had barely known from my SAT prep class. I continued this cycle until I was called in for my SAT. In many cases, I even resorted to pathological lying in an effort to keep the conversation going. I just felt like I wanted to talk to everyone: girls, friends, parents, even the elderly. I felt so empathetic and in touch with reality, everything was so bright and colorful and I thought nothing could make this day any better.

Suddenly, Jesse’s phone rang, and his ringtone was a hard rock song I had remembered hearing on the radio days earlier. “Oh my God,” I thought to myself, the music instantly sounded so clear and lifelike that I practically couldn’t resist. I took out my iPod from my backpack and blasted up the volume on metal songs, techno songs, and even classic rock songs from my dad’s era.

Everything sounded so crystal clear, and until it came time to pull my headphones out and present my admission ticket one last time, the moment of having the music in my ears those few minutes had almost left me paralyzed with pleasure, causing me to have to force the buds out of my ears in an attempt not to get caught with an iPod in the testing room.

Finally, it was my turn to take the test. I gave the lady at the front desk my ticket and sprinted upstairs into my SAT room. I sat down, pencils neatly stacked, hands folded, legs bouncing, and looked around the room for any familiar faces. “Miranda!” I whispered with joy, “How’ve you been” I said, proceeding to start another random conversation with her, although I had only known her from my English class the previous year. “Oh my God, I saw Mrs. Krivis, our English teacher the other day, and she had actually forgotten my name.

She called me Phillip, “Phillip,” I said, “where she would get that from I have no idea, right!” Miranda leaned back as to get away from me, and when I turned around, the test proctor was leaning right over my neck. “Quiet son, you’re going to be taking a test!” shouted the test proctor almost right in my ear. At this point, Miranda seemed convinced that I wasn’t my normal self, she placed her hand on my shoulder and said “don’t get so excited” we both laughed hysterically for the next few minutes, and I had actually managed to alarm the test proctor into thinking I was some kid with chronic attention who couldn’t shut up.

Before long, the proctor passed out our test booklets, and after everyone had theirs, the section of filling out our name and addresses began. After nearly half an hour of checking and rechecking each and every little bubble, the test proctor pushed the start button on his stopwatch and said: “you may begin the essay portion of your test.”

I pushed my pencil hard on the paper and started bouncing my legs up and down. I planned out my essay for several minutes, and the same thing happened with my essay writing as when I took the practice SAT before, in that it came clearly, fluidly and in some ways effortlessly. My hand had a mind of its own, and the essay I had managed to write impressed even me. I ran through my essay with time to spare, leaned back in my seat, and read it back to myself in complete astonishment, as the rest of the student’s faces were flush red and their hands remained in agony as they tried to put down their cluttered, sluggish thoughts on paper.

The next section continued in roughly the same fashion, although as time went on my jaw twitch began to become more agonizing and noticeable and I spent much of the test paranoid and trying to cover it up, rather than actually focusing on the exam questions. After this, came the obsessive-compulsive side effect, in which I spent more time than anyone else making sure that I had filled in each bubble properly and perfectly, and constantly checking to see that my pencils were in proper alignment with the grains of my desk. As great as this supposed miracle drug was, however, the side effects were beginning to become somewhat of a burden, and it was taking away precious time on each and every section.

In a blur, section 7 came along out of the tests 10 sections, and another side effect started up that definitely seemed to turn some heads and have me wishing I’d brought a mouth guard on this adventure. My teeth began to grind almost uncontrollably and not only did it actually hurt immensely, but it also added to my growing paranoia, which, with the number of heads turning in light of the loud noise my teeth were making, started to give me a slight panic attack. As much fun as I was having, I truly wished that the test would just end at this point and that I could get on with the rest of whatever it was I planned on doing.

“Stop, put your pencils down.” Said our test proctor “One more section left” I thought to myself. I stared down section 9 of the SAT and finally could taste the end. My confidence that my score was outrageously high was growing by the moment, and I got through the rest of the test with an almost anticipation of doing great things afterward. I was glad an Adderall Limitless effect had occurred so I could get through the test with it.

*End of Excerpt


The movie Limitless wasn’t actually inspired by Adderall, it was inspired by a novel from the 20th century “The Dark Fields.” People thought the Limitless pill was real, which presented a fantastic business opportunity for a group of nootropics that work, including the racetams and “afinil” nootropics. Thus, an industry was born.

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