First Bad LSD Trip

Simply put, I woke up early one morning and decided that I would take two hits and go out skate to my local skatepark and skate to some music as the L kicked in. Everything started with the "different" feeling as normal and about an hour after dropping I began to notice things obviously: colorful trails followed behind other people as they were skateboarding, I could hear the wheels of all the boards across the park in a stuttering and echoing through my head, and eventually I even noticed that my songs would either speed up/slow down or just sound alien-like.. nothing bothered me except a few times I tried starting a conversation with someone and I felt as if they couldn't understand me or that I could understand them. I managed this without much problem, but the thought would periodically pop to my mind that they might know that I'm tripping. I decided I would skateboard to a small BBQ place down the road a little ways to grab some water and something to "try" to eat (I find it hard to eat while on acid, but worth a try, it's BBQ!).

As I skated to this place, I tried to think of what I would expect so I wouldn't freak out.. since it was still early morning, I only expected a couple or two to be eating there. Had I known how wrong I was about this.. When I walked inside, the place was fully packed and not just that, everyone was wearing a black suit or black dresses.. now I really did not expect that at any BBQ house. I began freaking out in my head causing me to stop focusing on my vision, everything became so blurry everywhere I looked and my mind was racing through hundreds of thoughts per minute. Despite this, I continued to go towards the drink fountain, grabbed a cup and filled it with water, forgot about getting any food, and then I sat at the only empty table (the cups can't be taken outside). This table happened to be by a window, so to try to move my focus from the people in the restaurant I went to look out the window and just enjoy the view while I had my drink.. and unexpectedly there just so happened to be a bobblehead pig on the windowsill, this calmed me down to the point that it was funny for no reason. I ended up laughing out of nowhere at that bobblehead, it was staring directly at me and bobbling its head. This was when I realized that I should leave since everyone there probably figured that something was up and I did exactly that. I left my drink and made off for he skatepark again, familiar territory to me as that's where I often went during my free time. It had felt like I was inside that place for more than half an hour, but it really only turned out to be anywhere from 5-10 minutes.

In the end I just ended up taking a walk through some nearby trails for a while and skating for the rest of my trip, which I won't go into detail since it was basically what I'd already described, but overall I still felt that this was a great trip other than what felt like uncontrollable fear when I went inside that place. I can say that it was a neat experience still since it was the first bad trip that I've ever had (so far) considering the numerous times that I have tripped and LSD.

This is just my first short story that I hope some of you may enjoy reading, so let me know what you think of it and maybe what I could improve or add in..