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Super 8 Motel Hijinx

Due to the enormous amount of happenings during this trip, I will try to condense my story as much as I can.



Due to the enormous amount of happenings during this trip, I will try to condense my story as much as I can. I urge you to read this, it was one of the coolest trips I have ever had. (And if you knew me, you'd know that's impressive ;-))

It had been WAY too long since I tripped balls so me and my friend "Smokin' Joe" decided to rent a room at the Super 8 Motel near our area and have a lil' trip party. We acquired our key from Apu, the bastard Indian that ran the motel and went up to our room. We came fully prepared for the trip- this is what we brought: One carton of Camel Lights cigarettes, a jar of Peter Pan peanut butter, two small containers of soap bubbles and wands, a portable CD player with around 200 cd's (mostly my favorite trip music, Chemical Brothers, Underworld, Pink Floyd, Flaming Lips, Folk Implosion, My Bloody Valentine, etc.), markers, crayons, drawing paper, swimming trunks, a change of clothes, toiletries, and... I think that's it. ^_^

Oh yeah, the drugs! Duh... We each had an eighth of 'shrooms, 40 hits of acid (extra clean white blotter - NICE), and two spleef-sized skunk J's (one each). Anyhow, we got there and unpacked our shit. We were a little weary so we decided to take a smoke break. We smoked our J's and a few cigarettes, then cut off 5 hits of acid each and ate them. We put on our swim gear and moseyed to the pool. It was (thankfully) abandoned, so we swam for 45 min. or so, just long enough to barely feel the 'cid kicking in.

We left when the asshole motel manager told us the pool was closed for the night, and went back up to our room. We have a sloppy (but effective) way of consuming our fungus- we hold the shrooms in our hand and with our other hand we scoop out a nice lil' handful of peanut butter and just mash them together and munch on it like cannibals. ^_^

The acid and the shrooms kicked in around the same time, and before I start to describe the trip, here's our surroundings. We are in a motel room with two king-sized beds with a table between, a 32" television in front of us, a huge picture window with a balcony to the right, a sink/shaving area near the door, and a small bathroom with a shower and toilet. We got dried off and changed back into dry clothes, starting to get the giggles because things started to breathe and sway. We hopped into our nice soft beds and turned on TV.

What luck! Scooby Doo was on! We watched Scooby Doo while listening to the Chemical Brother's new CD, "Surrender" in the dark. By this time, the hallucinogens were in full effect.

The ceiling was glowing a neon green color, and flowing from left to right into a corner of the room, going down an invisible drain. There was a smoke detector on the ceiling in the middle of the room that had a red light that blinked every 3 seconds. I watched it for what seemed like 2 minutes and then the light started to morph all different colors of the rainbow and slide around the ceiling like an air hockey puck. (That's the only analogy I can think of, it was hilarious.) It ricocheted off of the walls and corners all night long.

Our comforters had this cool purple, blue, orange, yellow, and white spacey print on it, and it looked like I was on a waterbed. Everything swayed and breathed and crawled. Then I looked down at my feet. They seemed like they were a mile away! I am 6'2" and I felt like a little kid in this bed. I pulled the comforter over my head and got lost in the underlying catacombs for a good hour and a half.

Normally when I trip, when I concentrate, I can bring back a sense of sobriety for a short duration. I tried and tried, but I couldn't stop everything from looking like I was looking through a kaleidoscope. Wood grain looked cooler than it has ever looked before. I poked the desk and my finger went THROUGH it like it was a pool of water. It had the consistency of motor oil. There were 2-dimensional patterns everywhere and I saw little balls of light far off in the corner of the room. The balls were mainly white with a pink glow about them.

The balls flew closer and I could see that they were actually faeries! They flew around my bed and whispered jokes in my ear. They sprinkled this pink glittery dust all over my bed that made me feel like I was hollow and made of plastic. I kinda got pissed off, but I knew the faeries were friendly, and on a more subconscious level, I KNEW I was tripping balls, so why worry? ^_^

My friend and I hadn't spoken all night, we were off in Willy Wonka land tripping, watching Scooby Doo when all of the sudden there was a very loud knock at the door. I was totally out of it, I looked over at my friend and he was poking his head out from under his conforter. All I could see was his eyes, and I lipped the words "You have to answer that!" to him. I could not have gotten up and answered the door soberly if I tried.

He slowly got up and we heard the knock again. He walked over to the door and opened it. It was the motel manager! As soon as my friend opened the door, he waltzed in and started looking around. My friend and I had probably smoked around 2 packs each already and he bitched about the smoke and the fact that the ashtrays were overflowing. Then he saw my bed and freaked... The bed is basically just boxsprings and a mattress resting on two 2x8's on their side. I was jumping on the bed earlier and flipped them to the side. He thought I broke the bed and started screaming at me with his funny Indian-speak. I couldn't understand a single word the bastard said so I started laughing at him.

He just wanted us to turn our music down, and when he left we killed the music and sat in the dark for what seemed like an hour. It fucked with my head, the motel manager was a total ass, and I expected him to be back. My friend had the idea to leave and walk around the motel. We stepped out in the hall and our jaws dropped. The halls we paid no attention to before were suddenly the coolest sight I had ever seen!

The halls were about 100 yards long, (our room was all the way at one end) with this cool carpet with planets on it and a bunch of neon colors. The hallway was breathing and morphing to the point that the walls touched in the middle sometimes. We sat on the floor and laid down and let ourselves sink. We sank down through the underlying rooms, like ghosts. We could see every room we passed through and the people in it. We saw people sleeping, a couple having sex, etc. When we touched ground, we kicked off and sprung back up to our bodies, similar to what you do in a pool when you touch bottom.

We sat up and smiled at each other (we didn't have to talk much that night, we had telepathic abilities that let us know what each other were thinking.) and stood up. We looked at each other and then started to sprint down the hallway. I was running my fastest trying to catch up with Joe, but he looked back at me and took off in a bolt of light. I stopped, winded, and watched him run at full speed to the end of the hall. There was a huge picture window at the end, and he ran full force into it and bounced off.

He told me later that he didn't even watch where he was running, he was looking at the lights on the ceiling. They went really fast, then stopped, and then starting flowing backwards. Next thing he knew, he was 2 inches away from the window. He stood up and freaked out because he imagined this huge glass cut on his hand that was spurting blood. I had to convince him that it was just him trippin', and not to worry. I laughed at him so hard when he hit the window, but now that I think about it, he could have EASILY went through it and fell several stories to his death. That's not something I'd wanna deal with when tripping.

We went back to the room and laid down, smoking a few cigarettes when we started to hear voices. It sounded like someone was next door, but our closest neighbor was at the end of the hall! We could hear exactly what they said, but it was like 2 octaves lower than it should have been. The sounds entered the room and then bounced from wall to wall, never dissipating. They just kept building up on top of each other until it was white noise.

We laughed it off and turned on the TV. Scooby was STILL on, and we watched. Shaggy and the gang were being chased by a villain named "The Creeper." He chased them through this barn and all of the sudden it breaks out into this 15-minute long chase scene with this super groovy hippie music, except the music came from every direction. I still don't know if it was real or a hallucination. When it was over, I looked at Joe and we were both wide-eyed with jaws dropped. I said "What...the....FUCK!?" and we laughed for probably 20 minutes and talked about just happened.

All of the sudden we heard ANOTHER knock. I was ready to rip that damned Indian a new asshole, so I answered the door. It was 4 of our friends that we told about our lil' party. They came in and we sold 'em a 10-strip, and they hung out for a while and left. It was starting to get light out, and I was really sick of being at the motel, so we got everything picked up and showered. Showering at the Super 8 was an experience I don't wanna do again. We walls sweated blood and no matter how hot I turned the water on, it was still ice-cold. I just closed my eyes and blindly lathered for a while. When I had enough, I hopped out and dried off and put on clean clothes.

I decided that it would be cool to shave while tripping my balls off, so I did. It was probably the best job I've ever done!! We got all of our stuff and called at taxi. It took forever for the taxi to come get us, so we stood around the parking lot for around 45 minutes staring at people driving by on the highway. I could hear what everyone was thinking when they drove by. I learned some interesting things. ^_^

The cab FINALLY got there, and we hopped in and started heading towards Jim Dandy's, the only decent restaraunt open at 6:30 in the morning. The cab ride seemed to last a few hours, but I was totally entertained the entire time. We got to the restaraunt and walked inside. I was overcome with the bright colors, dozens of people, and noises, but I trekked forth because, quite frankly, I didn't give a shit if any of the geezers thought I was fucked up or not. We got our table and ordered 2 extra large orange juices and a full breakfast. We chugged our OJ and got refills 4 or 5 times, we were tripping extremely hard by now. It was hilarious- sitting around at 6:30 in the morning eating biscuits and gravy, listening to old farts talk about golf and tractors and shit. I couldn't stop laughing the entire time. I can normally eat anything in front of me, but I couldn't even eat half my food. Chewing was too perplexing at the time, so I kinda licked gravy off my fingers.

We left, stuffed, and walked around town. We checked out every park within walking distance and wandered around the streets for an hour and a half, marvelling the the beauty of nature. We stopped by our friend's house and luckily his room mate was home, so we came in and ate 2 more hits of acid and watched MORE cartoons and drank MORE OJ...

I'm going to end the story now, because I have things I need to do, but here's why I rate this with a level 5.

"Weird" things that happen when you trip, like movement in inanimate objects, patterns, voices, faeries, etc... were totally NORMAL to us! If a gigantic purple wooly mammoth came lumbering down the highway, we'd smile and wave at it. We were in such another state of mind that it felt like we were existing in several dimensions at once- "reality," "shroom-reality," "acid-reality," and like.. the 8th dimension all at once! We could function normally around sober people if we needed to, but we were also attuned to so many things that sober people don't experience that I couldn't begin to name them all. Words are no substitute for experience, this story might not SOUND the coolest, but out of the hundreds of trips I had, it was the most memorable.

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