Since this I've done acid about a dozen times, and i loved everytime i
did it. This first experience though can't compare because it opened my
mind and i was reborn.
It all started when my friend Mike came over and he told me he had taken
5 hits of acid. I thought he was insane for doing it but i was very
curious about it. He said he could get more acid later that night if i
wanted, and I had twenty bucks, so i figured fuck it. We played rock
band for several hours and i was just thinking about what it would be
like. I ended up calling 2 other friends (brad and another mike) who had
done acid before and loved it. i told them i could get some and i was
gonna do it if they came. I didn't want to trip with just the Mike that
was at my house because i found him kind of annoying. Anyway, around 7
or 8 pm we went and picked up the acid. We all pitched in for a ten
strip and it cost 100 bucks. The mike that already took 5 got 2 more,
the other mike got 4, brad got 2 (he paid for one but got 2 because Mike
only wanted to take 2 more hits), and i got 2. We poured them out on my
kitchen counter and i faced what could be heaven or hell. I had no idea
what to expect. Mike took his 2, the other Mike took 3 and wanted to
see if that would be enough, brad took his 2, and i finally took my 2.
For some reason i had more difficulty talking with the hit held under my
tongue than the others. We decided to smoke a few bowls in my backyard,
and i got pretty high. I had been smoking weed for just about 2 years
at this point, so i was used to that. This really calmed me down for the
effects of the trip. At this point, my friend Charlie called and asked
if him and Brandon could come over. Without thinking, I said yes. After
the fact i remembered that Brandon was really against drugs besides
weed. This worried me a little but not too much, i was just hoping he
didnt freak out on us. Brad had called charlie a few weeks prior asking
for a ride to get acid, and Charlie said no. Brandon overheard this
conversation and must have misunderstood what he said because he called
brad flipping out telling him not to ask his friends to do acid. This
whole combination i figured would be a little awkward. Charlie and Brandon arrive and we go out to the woods
I used to have this couch out in the woods that had a tarp tied down
over it and we would always sit down on it and chill and just smoke
weed. We had a tube station that was always out there, and Charlie and
Brandon started pulling tubes. At this point we were about an hour in
and brad told me and the other mike to come talk to him so Brandon
wouldn't hear. He told me he was tripping and Mike was also. I told them
i wasn't feeling anything and they said give it twenty minutes. This
really frustrated me because i thought i somehow got ripped off or i for
some reason couldn't trip. I couldn't convince myself that it was real.
Brad asked me to sit down with him on a hillside that overlooks a
shopping center. He and mike loved cigarettes, and i always kind of
liked them, but i got sick from them a lot. Brad lit up his cigarette
and i laid back against a chain link fence. I was just trying to tell
them that acid just didn't work on me, and BAM it hits me.
I was looking up in the sky and i saw blue and purple hexagons floating
throughout the sky, and i felt my body melt into the fence and ground.
At that moment, i just started saying "oh my god" and Brad and Mike
started laughing. I felt energized, like an electric current was flowing
through me. I called Charlie over to tell him that he had to tell
Brandon we were on acid, or he'd find out cause i probably wouldn't be
able to hide it. Charlie went back and told Brandon, and he was for some
reason fine with it. I sat with brad for a while and he explained that
he never had acid this good, but he had only done it twice before and he
only took one low dose hit each time. He said this was the first time
he had decent visuals, and i wanted to see more.
I was seeing stuff that looked like Jimi Hendrix album covers, and
different shapes and spirals. It wasn't cloudy that night and I remember
looking up at the sky, amazed by how wavy it looked. At this point Mike
decided that 3 was plenty for him and he was generous enough to offer
it. Me and Brad both wanted it, so we split it. We were the only ones to
go back to my house, so we went back out in the woods right after we
dropped it. Both Mikes were walking back towards us and we met up with
them and started walking back and i got a call from Charlie.
"First person to find me gets first hit out of the bowl" he says, and
just hangs up. I tell the others and i start running aimlessly into the
woods. I ran looking for Charlie for a while and suddenly realized no
one was around me. This kind of freaked me out so i headed back and went
a different way. I found charlie, but everyone else had found him
first. I didn't really care though cause we all had plenty of weed to go
around.
After this, the rest of the night was mostly a blur. I remember feeling
like i had done acid before this, and I felt as if nothing existed
except for this night and i forgot about the rest of my life. I thought
the only thing that existed was this moment, and i'll never forget how
happy i was. We walked up to Donut Connection, which i thought was a bad
idea but everyone else wanted to go. I couldn't stop laughing inside
and everything looked bright and weird...Tastes were very strange and i
felt as though my stomach didn't exist. By the time we got back from
donut connection, it was about 2 am and the Mike that took 7 hits had
left. I laid down in my bed and stared at my ceiling for the next 3
hours, not wanting the night to end. Charlie and Brandon had fallen
asleep and i was talking to brad about how amazing acid was and that i
wanted to do it again soon.
