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Re: My LSD trip that lasted 8 months [Re: fallenlsd]
#12374437 - 04/11/10 09:02 PM (13 years, 11 months ago) |
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i wonder why you didn't stop doseing before you went to the mental hospital but i guess you have to strike will the iron is hot
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Re: My LSD trip that lasted 8 months [Re: dwpineal]
#12374633 - 04/11/10 09:38 PM (13 years, 11 months ago) |
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Wow... That's some crazy shit, haha. Good to hear you've got no lasting effects. It sounds like it was quite a trip!
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Re: My LSD trip that lasted 8 months [Re: iheartearth] 1
#12379895 - 04/12/10 05:41 PM (13 years, 11 months ago) |
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Hey there everyone!
Loving all the questions and good vibes! I promise to update with the stories you asked about, and a few others as well that I know will at least be somewhat entertaining
I have had to neglect this thread temporarily, as I've been on experiential overload for the moment; http://www.shroomery.org/forums/showflat.php/Number/12379863/vc/1#12379863
However, I fly out to the MAPS conference (www.maps.org) on Wednesday morning, so I'm hoping to use some of that 6 hour flight to type out some more of the adventure...
Light and Love, DW
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Re: My LSD trip that lasted 8 months [Re: dwpineal]
#12380025 - 04/12/10 06:03 PM (13 years, 11 months ago) |
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dwpineal said: However, I fly out to the MAPS conference (www.maps.org) on Wednesday morning, so I'm hoping to use some of that 6 hour flight to type out some more of the adventure...
Light and Love, DW
You lucky bastard!
You'll be one of the first to see Alex Grey's Shuglin painting. I can't wait to see what it looks like.
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Re: My LSD trip that lasted 8 months [Re: Hiei] 2
#12400733 - 04/15/10 10:46 PM (13 years, 11 months ago) |
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Hiei said: ok so...
oil to solid production party – everyone eats “diamonds” rolls?
Man I wrote this out - not sure how it got so long! I'm sure not many will take the time to read this all, but it just kept coming out...maybe it takes me a bit to get to the point sometimes...
Oil to Solid Production party – everyone eats diamond rolls
One of the nice things about the set-up we had created was that I had insulated myself from being too directly involved with anyone unknown. Living in the house with 7 other 20 year olds was great for me. One of the things that many people do not realize is the amount of labor that it takes to properly prepare different substances for market. Cannabis has to be harvested – and that is a hugely labor intensive project, each bud must be manicured by hand before it is brought to market. LSD has to be properly dissolved, diluted to the proper saturation, measured and measured again in graduated cylinders, laid onto paper, carefully dried, and stored. And even MDMA needed to be capped – there were nights where our entire kitchen table (it was a glass top) had a pile of MDMA in the middle, with all 8 of us that lived in the house working for hours and hours just filling capsules with MDMA (I had people that wanted it, but were too spoiled to weigh and break the stuff down themselves…) – those were always fun nights.
So I had a nice team of people working for me to help get things ready for market and also at the same time working as a major part of our distribution chain. Since I believe every one of my house/room-mates worked on the beach, either at restaurants (bartenders, waiters) two guys worked these wheeled carts (I forget the name, some kind of oriental origin…), basically they held the cart and ran with people sitting in the seats of the cart. And one of the girls was a stripper. So we had a never ending supply of avenues to move this stuff out. I also had people working for me on the local colleges and nightclubs, so basically our job was to move things from one place to another – always the highest quality, lowest prices, and done with the highest ethical regard for any transaction. We wanted everyone to grow together, not one guy to do good at the expense of others.
So there is a little background for this story. Now we’ll move into the story itself. Chuck and I had arranged for a trade of LSD for hash oil. He had a nice network of people who really wanted psychedelics, and could not get them, and where we were – hash oil of this quality (or oil at all) was basically unheard of, so I knew we could move lots and lots of the oil. We arranged a trade that was basically “at cost” for both of us - so I got 2 of the 5lb bags of hash oil and he got about 2/10 of a gram of L laid to paper (2000 hits). He had come by a few nights before for the trade, that night itself is a whole separate story. I had taken a large amount of LSD that evening and when Chuck and his girlfriend arrived they had also eaten an obscene amount of LSD each. So it took a little bit get organized and grounded enough to process everything.
A few weeks before I had gotten about half a bag full of the oil – the hash oil was an extremely dense liquid, like a very thick molasses, and came in 5 lb. vacuum sealed bags (if you’ve ever seen the Food Saver type bags they sell with the vacuum sealers, you know the bags I am talking about – about a gallon in volume. And this is a substance that a few drops on your bowl will get 4 or 5 hard-core smokers lit up. When I met Chuck he had sent me home from the Farm party with an old Rx bottle (the orange plastic medicine bottle from the pharmacy - which I thought was a weird container – they just had so much of this stuff I guess…) about halfway full of the hash oil for a handful of LSD. I brought it back home (the farm party was about 3-4 hours from where I was living), and gave out some samples. Almost immediately the orders started rolling in, so we had to arrange for a shipment to come down. So I had chuck bring down the half bag (2.5 lbs. of hash oil) and we got to work distributing it.
One thing that quickly became apparent was that even though this stuff was extremely potent and well liked, it was a big mess and people didn’t really know how to work with it. One case in point was one of my best friends – I had brought him down an ounce of the oil in a little glass (airbrush paint) 1 oz. jar. I gave him instructions on how to take herb or trim and mix it in with the oil to make solid hash – which is much easier to handle and work with. He went out and took some schwag herb and mixed in the oil to about a QP of herb (with the oil you can make a solid hash that is about 25% oil and still kick ass!). Unfortunately he didn’t take out the stems and seeds (I never thought the guy would use something with seeds!) – so his has was – well lets just say it was not that great at all. I had given oil to a few other people in the 1 oz. bottles but people were having a problem breaking it down into grams to sell, it was making a mess and getting everywhere and people were losing oil in the messiness.
So we had a nice demand, but the product needed to be better packaged – or we had to give better instructions on breaking it down. I had people using old bottle caps and just filling the bottle cap with the liquid hash oil and selling the bottle tops for $25 – needless to say – there was room for improvement. So instead of sending all this out in big bulk amounts, I decided to make the hash ourselves at home (my best friend was a little pissed off at me for making him waste his time and energy to get a so-so end product – so I knew if he couldn’t do it, I was better off just doing everything in-house and moving it out that way.
My friend Scotty (another of my closest friends) knew a few local growers, so he spent a few days going to make visits. On these visits he was able to collect all the “trash” from his friends places. This is the materials that are left over after manicuring a crop of buds – all the sugary trim leaves from the buds, small scraggly buds at the bottoms of the plants that either got ignored for the bigger ones, or were less marketable, etc. Most of these guys had a nice collection of trash, as that specific trash has to be taken directly to the city dump – not put out and left anywhere – so the growers were actually really happy to have someone else offer to take out the incriminating trash from their places – especially us. It’s all one family the way we work – so trustworthiness is far more valuable than gold in this business.
So Scotty went on the trash collecting mission and arrived back to the apartment with two trash bags full of trim/stems/scraggly buds. I grabbed one of the bags and looked through it to see the quality of the material. You can’t make good hash using crap fan leaves or low quality herb. But using nice sugary trim, you can make a really nice product. Looking through the bags I noticed that a lot of the scraggly buds were no SO scraggly. We grabbed a bunch of the nicer buds and filled up our 3 foot hookah to the brim and lit it up. Any time I smoked during this period I would get very high, but it would relax the intense psychedelic-ness of my mental state – don’t forget, I am still very much in the middle of a very intense LSD experience – the night Chuck had come over I had eaten another 80 hits or so of the fluff I had by the time Chuck was sitting in my living room that evening. This was the night Scotty took away the rest of the L I had – he said it was for my own good and I would get it back eventually. (When I got out of the hospital I had asked for it back, but he had sold it after I totally lost it and ended up in the hospital.)
So with the smoke of the hookah filling the living room of the apartment, we looked at the kitchen table now overloaded with the two trash bags (they weren’t 100% full each, but they were big bags!) and the two vacuum sealed hash oil bags. Looking at all of that I knew there was no way I could do all the work myself – I was still tripping way too hard to really get my focus. I called all my friends from the house on the beach (the one I had left to move into the apartment with Marty’s cousin and my girlfriend) and told them to come over, I had work for everyone - $250 a day for everyone who could come. ($250/day was the standard pay for manicuring herb, so I just used that same amount for this…)
A few hours later the apartment is filled with about 10 of us, everyone working all over, the kitchen table, the couches, on the floor, basically everywhere in the house was a different work station and everyone had their own job (or some jobs needed a team of two people). It was really a factory line set-up. I remember looking around at everyone and thinking how wholesome and good our group was. A truly genuinely concerned group of people working to bring goodness to the community – and we were working so hard to enlighten and wake up a society that would surely crucify us for what we were doing in working towards the salvation of that very society. I felt like we were really doing good and on the right path.
We had access to pure crystal MDMA, but that night someone brought over a (rather large) handful of these pressed ecstasy pills shaped like diamonds. I have always been and always will be skeptical of pressed rolls. I like to see and taste the crystal so that I know what I am getting, not just some stuff all mashed into a little pill with some silly character or symbol. I just do not trust pressed pills to be good quality. However on a few occasions I have had to make an exception to the rule. There have been a handful of really nice pressed ecstasy pills that I have had over the years, however I was not ready to believe it. Matty walked around with his hands open and let people take what they wanted. I didn’t want to take any pressies because I just didn’t trust them, but most everyone else ate them. Within about an hour I could see that the rolls really were good (I should have known Matty was on quality control before coming over, but I have a hard time trusting pressed pills…). Everyone was in great spirits, the sun was shining in through the windows, I was tripping and could just feel the love all around me. I looked over to Scotty and he was starting to really sweat – that’s when I decided to take a few.
Scotty always seemed to just uncontrollably sweat when he took MDMA.I could see the sweat beading on his forehead and rolling down his face. Now mind you the air conditioning was on. The turntables were spinning some psychedelic electronic music, the vibes were right on and everyone was actually working. I have to say I think the quality of our workplace environment couldn’t have been on a higher vibe.
I had two separate operations going on in the apartment there. I had most everyone working on making solid hash from the trim and the oil, and I had Matty and Jesse working on breaking down the oil itself into salable quantities. Matty had pioneered an amazing idea that he had been using at the beach house to break down the oil into small glass vials (I think they are called dram vials, they fit exactly an eighth of the hash oil if filled to the top). What he had done was a really great idea and became the method we used from that day forward for breaking down oil for sale. Matty had taken the bag of oil (we would make a small cut on one of the corners and it would be like a huge toothpaste tube, you squeezed the end and the oil would come out the hole), and he poured the oil directly into a (new/empty) plastic ketchup squeeze bottle. Like the ketchup bottles you see on the table at restaurants, the red and the yellow generic squeeze bottles.
So he fills the ketchup bottle up with the hash oil and puts on the plastic top with the pointy tip back onto the bottle. Then he and Jesse made a huge matrix of empty dram vials, I know we bought 400 dram vials, so it must have been a square made entirely of 400 empty dram vials 20 vials x 20 vials. My entire kitchen counter was lined with the vials in perfectly neat rows. Next Matty would put a pot of water on the stove and boil it. Once the water was boiling, he removed the pot from the heat and placed the ketchup bottle full of hash oil into the hot water. The reason he did this is because heat changes the viscosity of hash oil – it becomes a lot more liquid at higher temps, nice and easy to pour from the little opening at the top of the ketchup bottle. And that opening at the top of the ketchup bottle was perfectly sized so that you could pour the oil directly into the vials with MINIMAL mess. In many ways it was a real revolution for us. It made it really easy to sell those pre-made vials of the oil, especially in comparison to the 1 oz. vials that our distributors would have to break down themselves for sale (and for sure, they would lose a little oil each time you play with it or move it around). Once they were all set up, it was a pretty quick process for them to fill all the vials to about a 2 gram level (they had it down pat after a few pours). It was definitely worth it to have these guys in charge of that part of the operation – it would’ve taken me hours to pour 400 vials by myself!
Scotty was in charge of powdering the herb trash that he had picked up. I looked over at him and he now had a home-made turban on his head. Now I knew he was rolling hard because he would put one of those turbans on to catch all the sweat pouring from his head. The herb had to be finely powdered for it to make really nice hash. That way there are no chunks or pieces of leaves mixed it – it should have the consistency of flour. Scotty was doing this process totally manually – no coffee grinder or anything. He just sat for hours and hours and just ran his hands through the garbage bags of herb pulling out bug handfuls of the herb onto a plate in his lap. He was hand-grinding all the herb in between his fingers to a fine powder. All day he was rolling and just playing with that herb. He looks so happy it filled my heart with joy. He started telling me after a while that he thought he was getting higher and higher – like the THC was absorbing into his system from all the hand grinding.
Over on the other side of the room, Keith was taking the plates of finely ground herb from Scotty as he finished them off and bringing them to be mixed with the hash oil. Keith and his girlfriend had hash oil already filled into ketchup bottles and ready to go (hey it worked – kept the mess WAY down). They would take the plates of herb and heat the ketchup bottles in pots full of hot water. The herb was piled onto the plate so that it was like a little mound with a dip in the center to catch the oil. The oil was poured onto the herb by one person while the other worked the oil into the powdered herbs until it reached just the right consistency – kind of like a piece of chewing gum (Bubba-Licious) before you pop it into your mouth.
The great thing about it, was that for each ounce of oil we poured onto the herb, we’d end up with about 4 ounces of top quality black hash – that tasted like nice Afghani. So Keith and his girl would form the hash into these nice one ounce cubes, and we actually took a little knife and wrote 1OZ on the cubes LOL.
I personally do not really remember doing much of any work that day. I think my job was mostly oversight, spinning some records (I’ve never been that good at beat matching, but I have some awesome records – go figure) and keeping the 3 foot hookah full and constantly burning. It seems like we had a never ending supply of not only hash, but also good herb – and on good MDMA, that was a beautiful combination.
By the time the sun rose the next day, we had most of the hash oil processed for market. We ended up with rows and rows of filled vials and a substantial stack of the 1 oz. hash cubes. The cubes came out perfect, and I credit Scotty and the MDMA for the complete and total pulverization of the herb by hand – every time you broke a piece off, it came clean off and broke very nicely.
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Re: My LSD trip that lasted 8 months [Re: dwpineal]
#12400825 - 04/15/10 11:07 PM (13 years, 11 months ago) |
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Awesome story!
Kinda reminds me of some scenes from the movie 'Blow', but with better drugs.
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Re: My LSD trip that lasted 8 months [Re: RobMarley420]
#12402973 - 04/16/10 10:27 AM (13 years, 10 months ago) |
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thanks for writing all of that
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Re: My LSD trip that lasted 8 months [Re: dummy]
#12407601 - 04/17/10 03:55 AM (13 years, 10 months ago) |
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Post more stories!!! that was very fun to read
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Re: My LSD trip that lasted 8 months [Re: deadmandave]
#12444605 - 04/23/10 03:54 PM (13 years, 10 months ago) |
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LOVE THE STORIES PINEAL!!! Can't wait to hear more. I love to hear about the good old days spreading the Love!
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PsilocybinMike said: whoa.
That's all I can say...
Just... whoa...
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Re: My LSD trip that lasted 8 months [Re: Arcanum]
#12445412 - 04/23/10 05:45 PM (13 years, 10 months ago) |
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that sounds amazing,
is the only reason you were able to buy such quantity because you know a really cheap source ? was it given to you because you're such a nice guy? did you get a job and buy some then sell it and eventually you got to where you are today? there's nothing i'd love more than to be in that process.. get a call and offered money to work.. shit bro i'd do all that shit free just to be around you while it's goin on.. that's the work i'm made for the only work i can see a reason for doing
what's goin on man lol
i want to know more
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Re: My LSD trip that lasted 8 months [Re: fallenlsd]
#12445740 - 04/23/10 06:37 PM (13 years, 10 months ago) |
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Nice share man, epic story and a great read. Glad to hear all is cool on the other side, d'you think its had a profound impact on your life? Has it changed you since before it happened? Hope that isn't a stupid question....
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Re: My LSD trip that lasted 8 months [Re: dillweed4] 1
#12448231 - 04/24/10 08:23 AM (13 years, 10 months ago) |
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okay no one asked for this story, but I've never told it before and it is one I think about a lot. So I'll put this out there. Another really weird and embarrassing day at the office for me
Dumpster diving with the Sergeants wife
At some point during my long strange trip, I decided that valuable resources were cycling through society in weird ways. Like the Stradivarius violin sitting unknown and unused collecting dust in someone’s basement, long forgotten. But the threads are even more interwoven into our everyday lives, many people find themselves the owners of odds and ends of little value to them, but of immense worth to some unknown individual. I’ve previously mentioned my idea of using the Bargain Trader magazine to locate interesting items, and then to re-sell them to the correct niche groups or people.
Somehow, I must have also gotten it in my head that people must also throw away these interesting items when they no longer have the space to store them, or desire to continue dragging them around from home to home, or in whatever way, tire of these interesting and valuable items. So I thought it would be a good idea to try to begin accumulating items of interest and brokering them into new homes. This train of thought somehow led me out of my apartment and down to the dumpsters in the apartment complex.
I wandered down to the dumpsters – at this apartment complex the dumpsters for the community trash were hidden behind brown painted wooden fences with a little hinged gate you could open to walk in to throw out your trash. Looking into the dumpster, with all the patterns and colors swirling around I tried to focus on what was inside and if any of it looked to be valuable. The dumpster was about half full, so I figured I could get the best idea of what was in there by just jumping in. But before I was actually able to jump in, I hear the creak of the wooden gate to the dumpster swinging open. Now this is an infinitely awkward situation to find yourself in, I knew whoever was going to open that gate – I was going to have no cohesive answer for what I was doing in there.
Whatever initial conversation or words must have been exchanged have long since been forgotten. However once the door swung open, it was a very nice, but very concerned woman. I remember her being very upset, and maybe crying. Luckily for me, she was more concerned with her own situation than to spend time wondering what in the world I was doing hanging out in the dumpster. Somehow we got to talking and I told her that I had taken a lot of acid, and was on a bit of a treasure hunt. She was very curious and asked me a little about the acid and told me she’d never tried it before, that she was scared. I remember telling her how beautiful acid was – what a scene that must have been – this smelly dumpster-diving guy telling you how wonderful and beautiful LSD is!
Anyway, it turns out that she is all upset; she lost her husband’s training manual and couldn’t find it anywhere. She was pretty sure that she must have thrown it out, and knew he really needed it. She goes on to tell me that her husband is a Sergeant with the county Sherriff, and the training manual has sensitive information, long story short – she was really worried he was going to get in trouble because of her. I could feel her stress and concern and I had a wave of empathy wash over me. Even though she had just told me that she is closely tied to the “spiritual enemy” I felt like we were still connected through our very humanity and I needed to help my sister regain her sense of good and honor.
So I told her no problem, I’m on a huge amount of LSD anyway, and was pretty much about to jump into the dumpster before she arrived, so…
Once I was inside the dumpster, it was much easier to poke around and try to check out whatever was in there. Since I was a bit spacey, this probably took a lot longer than you’d think. But shortly I had a thick 3inch white binder with a cop badge insignia on the front in my hand. She was so happy I had found the training manual! Now years later, I wonder exactly what was in that manual – it probably would have been some really interesting info – especially in my high state, probably would have made all kinds of crazy connections.
I ended up walking her home to her apartment and talking to her more about LSD. She told me she was nervous to try it and I tried to give her some safe useage info (set setting, right people, right places, etc.). I think I told her I would give her some if she wanted. Walking her to her home, I noticed that she was walking to my same apartment building. The buildings were three floors and our apartment was on the 3rd floor. The sergeant’s wife went to the same building, on the 2nd floor. She was directly beneath me!
I know that must have been an interesting day for her.
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Re: My LSD trip that lasted 8 months [Re: JackofSpades] 1
#12448476 - 04/24/10 09:53 AM (13 years, 10 months ago) |
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JackofSpades said: what was your embaressing moment on the high dose. i want to know if you dont mind sharing ive been there too so im interested in your story
Okay Obviously I was hesitant to pull this one out...
The embarrassing evening – 80 more hits…
Okay so this is the story that my better judgment tells me not to write. Only because it was so way out there – it is the one story I really cringe at when I remember this trip, but since jw2334 mentioned that it can be healing to write out these stories, I am putting it out there into the universe. This is truly a story that has never been told to anyone. Really the only part of true weirdness would be known only to two people – it only lasted a second or two, but is infinitely weird when I think about it.
I was sitting in my bedroom with reality rippling around me. I remember looking at the sheet and thinking that everything was totally fine and no matter how much I ate I couldn’t hurt myself. Over the next few hours I ended up eating several more 20-strips. Now this LSD is all on just plain old white paper, no designs or anything, not even any lines to mark how big hits are. Just so you know if you are ever in a parking lot buying LSD on white paper, you can quickly measure the size of the sheet against the small side of a dollar – they should match in size, if the sheet of LSD is not as big as the (small side) of the dollar, it is not right. So anyway that was a quick street-LSD lesson for you. But I was breaking pieces APPROXIMATELY 20-25 hits each, really it didn’t matter, but I knew I had a crazy tolerance at this point, so I had to dose high.
Well apparently my tolerance was not really quite that high. I ended up getting extremely high from the LSD for the entire night. The energy started vibrating at very high frequencies. I began to feel like something was coming, something huge and monumental was approaching, and that we all had to be prepared for this Coming. I felt like things were going to get really weird for a bit and that the Family might have to split and re-organize to stay safe. I put two big pieces of paper up in the kitchen by the fridge marked; OLD FAMILY and NEW FAMILY. The old Family was going to be the people that we have to leave behind because we love them so much and don’t want them to get mixed up in all the things the New Family was going to have to do to stay afloat. I was putting people on this list or that list and then people were getting VERY upset for being on the old family list. So the lists went through a few mutations with people moving from list to list and place to place.
I must have been getting very animated because I remember my girlfriend at the time starting to cry – I was talking about going to Hawaii to live with Terence McKenna (I’d never even met him, but figured he’d be game to hang out), using my “fake” passport (it was a real one with a friend’s picture, but he looked a lot like me, so I figured I’d be good). She was just not ready for the level of craziness I think that I was beginning to display. I remember her crying and asking if I could teach her how to live the way I did (with taking high doses of LSD), but I can’t remember how that fits into anything…
At some point I realize that Chuck is on his way over. He lives many hours away, so for him to “swing by” was no small mission. I forgot that he was coming down tonight to get the 2/10’s of a gram of LSD and to drop off the 2 bags of hash oil. He called me and I tried my best to talk to him and give him exact directions. He and his girlfriend driving around and had also taken a huge dose of a drug called AMT (at the time it was still legal, a 24 hour very colorful trip, but it did have a significant body load). I believe that he told me that he’d taken 18 pills of the AMT (which were about 15-20mg each), and his girlfriend had taken a slightly smaller dose. I don’t think that I’ve ever heard of anyone eating that high a dose of AMT, before or since that night.
So if you can imagine this, we’re trying to organize some kind of drug deal – and we’re both about as high as we could possibly be. So he’s calling me and I’m trying to guide him in to our apartment complex from the highway. At some point many millennia later we see Chuck’s car drive up to the gate of the apartment complex – we see this on Channel 60 on our TV in the apartment (remember Channel 60 is our closed-circuit TV channel that shows a black and white streaming video of the front gate to the apartment complex). Once a guest arrives at the front gate, they would press a few buttons, it would ring the phone in our apartment and we can buzz them in so that the gate swings open and they can drive into the complex. Simple right? Well unfortunately we tried and tried but just could not figure the whole thing out. After Chuck and his girl had sat at the gate for what seemed an eternity, I told him to just park someplace up front and I would walk out and get him. Luckily there was a nice space that they found right at the entrance to the complex and parked there. I walked out into the cool night with Scotty and somehow we got everyone (and the hash oil) safely back to the apartment.
Getting back to the apartment we were able to tell how ridiculously high everyone was. That’s when Chuck told me how much AMT they’d eaten and I told them I’d eaten another 80 hits. Even though my apartment had a bunch of people there (pretty much we always had guests), we ended up locked into my bedroom. Me, Chuck, and his girlfriend. I remember feeling at that point that I was pretty much G-d. I felt like I was powerful and that I could change reality on a whim, and that I had to be very careful. I started talking to them about the New Family and the Old Family and I think part of that conversation led me to lock everyone else out of the bedroom.
We started talking numbers and realized that we were pretty much making an even trade dollar wise, even though we had not realized it. We just got very honest with each other and broke down exactly what everything cost, and were amazed to see what it really boiled down to on both sides…his girlfriend may have left the room, because I remember it was just me and Chuck left in the bedroom.
And this is the lead in to the Embarrassing Point –
I don’t know how in the world we got there, but I remember both of us being in my closet (it was a walk-in closet so it had plenty room for two guys). My closet in many ways was like an inner-sanctum of the apartment. It was the place I kept everything I had of value – rare signatures, baseball memorabilia that had been traded to me, artwork, and all my Interesting substances.
How it came to be I have no memory of – but I was completely naked in my closet with Chuck (he’s clothed) and I have this feeling that maybe I’m gay, and maybe Chuck is somehow connected to this realization. So to prove this – I push myself up on Chuck and give him a Bugs Bunny kiss (as in totally weird and the other person is not kissing back and is actually totally like WTF.) So anyway, the “kiss” or whatever was so not-right, that the realization hits - I pull back and say “Okay well, that’s good, we’re not Gay!”
Now Chuck is a really big guy and could have probably pulverized me, but luckily he didn’t! I think he was so taken aback, confused, and high that he was just shocked. Now every time I remember this I just cringe at the memory. Being so high and out there, naked, and confused, trying to kiss a guy to figure out what in the world is going on…
After that part of the night I don’t remember much else. I must’ve unlocked the door at some point and completed the trade of LSD for hash oil. I think what had happened, is that Chuck had a handful of Xanax 2mg bars and we all ended up taking a bunch to try to come down and get back to reality. I remember my girlfriend being upset in the morning because she found me sleeping on the couch in the living room, and Chuck and his girl totally crashed out on the floor of our walk-in closet. She was not a happy camper about that. (she had some expensive stuff stashed in the closet also – but Chuck was good family, so nothing was touched).
In the morning we got them all organized and walked them back to where they’d left the car the night before. Luckily everything was forgotten or understood and no one made a big deal about my total craziness the night before.
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dillweed4
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Re: My LSD trip that lasted 8 months [Re: dwpineal]
#12448619 - 04/24/10 10:33 AM (13 years, 10 months ago) |
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Ha ha, nice little addition to the story.
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RobMarley420
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Re: My LSD trip that lasted 8 months [Re: dwpineal]
#12448630 - 04/24/10 10:37 AM (13 years, 10 months ago) |
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Awesome stories.
This part...
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dwpineal said: She was very curious and asked me a little about the acid and told me she’d never tried it before, that she was scared. I remember telling her how beautiful acid was – what a scene that must have been – this smelly dumpster-diving guy telling you how wonderful and beautiful LSD is!
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CMACD
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Re: My LSD trip that lasted 8 months [Re: RobMarley420]
#12448761 - 04/24/10 11:10 AM (13 years, 10 months ago) |
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Fuckin' DON story man.
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mattritt
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Re: My LSD trip that lasted 8 months [Re: CMACD]
#12449296 - 04/24/10 12:50 PM (13 years, 10 months ago) |
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Love it!! Keep em comin!
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plurfekt
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Re: My LSD trip that lasted 8 months [Re: mattritt]
#12449505 - 04/24/10 01:29 PM (13 years, 10 months ago) |
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Man.
You have me at a loss, I'm totally thinking about my days in the psych wards, residential treatment centers, AA/NA meetings... my first LSD trip - which changed everything.
Curious, did they just diagnose you with drug-induced schizophrenia? I have a personality disorder and I find LSD was.. like, the cure. Really helped get my life together, I wish I could find more - I only did it the one time, ego death and all that.
Thanks for posting your story, it was an interesting read. I'm glad you got your life back on track - but don't live a matrix lifestyle :P
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Re: My LSD trip that lasted 8 months [Re: plurfekt]
#12450091 - 04/24/10 03:51 PM (13 years, 10 months ago) |
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you're a good writer with a lot to tell; write a book man. +5
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