Hello everyone, Godfather with another report from this year's Halloween.
This story begins with D, my friend Jr., and I go back to SF to visit our friend R up there. We came up Wednesday night and went right to sleep, ready for the next day ahead of us. We got up and met with his friend Dex and his girlfriend, and our other friends Z and N. She gave me this purple, sparkling pimp hat to wear that night.
We get to one of the busiest parks in town and met with a fellow psychedelic friend. She came along with a book, containing 4 Leary tabs. Being a concerned dealer, lol, she asked if I ever had taken 'cid. I said of course, and I bought all four from her. Her lasts words of advice were "take a half one, maybe one if you are feeling brave." I waited until just after six that night when the last blunt that was lit for the moment finally ended.
I come over to R, who has taken plenty of psychedelics too "do you just want a half? I'm just taking a whole" "I'll take a whole one too dude". D wasn't (originally) planning to drop L, him and Jr were hoping for some shroomage to come along, so they waited. I begin to really feel the LSD start as we leave to meet up with a couple other people.
We took the muni back to the ferry building to go on our first adventure. Our friend Z had a friend working for the exploratorium near the ferry building, and we were all able to get in free. I was having a blast, being the science nerd that I am.
We are all walking around, getting some drinks from the open bar, when R seemed worried. We all stepped out the side to smoke a couple joints while R was getting his vision straight. (We come to find out later that R, being afraid of clowns, saw someone dressed as a clown for Halloween, which turned into everyone turning into clowns). After he finally calmed down, we heard that something good would be going on at the park we were at in a few hours.
We try to make our way back to the park, but have to go through the Castro district. Now I have nothing against anyone's sexual preference, but what I saw there was some crazy shit. It began with an ultra-uncomfortable muni ride to the district. The bus was crowded to all hell and I had no control over my visuals. I could normally focus a little and start seeing things during a trip, but I couldn't get them to stop no matter how hard I tried. The text of the pictures on the bus had trails multiple feet long and Jr's (who was sitting next to me)face and mouth would distort to ridiculous points.
I start listening to these two Asian girls talking to each other in their own language. I could feel like I knew what they were saying, but I had no real clue. I could tell that they were having the normal girly chit chat by some words. It's hard to describe, but the various "oohs, and haha's" were like the average teenage chat. Next to us also was a Polish couple, and I could feel like I understood them too. Talking with Jr to keep myself under control, I can hear all these languages in my head at once. I get a little uncomfortable and decide to stand up.
All of a sudden, one of the girls turns to me "is this the stop for Union Square?" All I could do is look at her, speechless. All I could think was "did you just speak to me?" Jr hastily answers "yea" and she smiles at me and thanks me. We wait a couple stops and hear the bus driver say "UNION SQUARE". I look at Jr and we just laugh our asses off, but I did feel bad for the girl after all.
We get to the Castro and start walking. I saw everything from sodomy costumes to cool cosplay, to some really weird homemade shit. Right as we're walking, Z starts thinking about taking 1/2 a tab of the acid I had. We get through all the craziness and get to the park again, but no one was there. We decided to start the fun ourselves. A group of 8 grown men/women started playing on the children's playground in the middle of the night. R and I finally ask Z again if he wants to drop, and he took his half tab. D, realizing shrooms are probably not happening, takes the 2nd half of it.
The eight of us, all molly'd out and/or tripping balls starting having fun on the swings, where there was one lay-down swing. It required someone to push you, but was the most exciting thing ever. You couldn't control yourself at all, all you could do was watch the stars as you feel yourself swing, which is a very strange feeling.
Eventually, a couple random people show up. One of them was wearing the samurai-kind rice hat. R was wearing his chef getup for Halloween, and was determined to get that hat. I walked up to the masked man, drinking his bottle on a rock, offering R's chef hat for it. The man wanted to trade for my pimp hat, but I couldn't trade what wasn't mine. R made a vow that he would get that hat, one way or another.
Soon, more people appear. These three girls show up dressed as the "Spring-Breakers" with ski-masks and all. Z and D are well into tripping at this point, having a most excellent time. These dealers from Oregon show up too, giving Jr a bit of MDMA to roll on. We all are just having the time of our lives for hours on end. Being such strong acid, I could move around all over and still have a full visual effect everywhere I went.
The samurai man came by on his way out of the park, and gave R the rice hat. Being that he was so nice, R gave him some bud for the hat in return. R looks at me with his huge pupils, puts on the hat and says "I'm Raiden from Mortal Kombat".
Eventually, everybody had finally left the park except us 8. A couple of people decided to hit one of the bars on Castro. It was at this point, in the huge crowd while on acid, Z felt really uncomfortable. He desperately wanted to go home, and left by himself. We all asked if that was a good idea, but he said he had it covered. We end up looking for the next bus stop and call Z while we walk, only to discover him at the same gas station.
He regaled us with a creepy story. He explained how when he left and was all alone, except for hundreds of people around him, he starting puking. Everyone cheered him on as he found the gas station we met him at and was really anxious to get home. We come to discover that the Muni's were no longer running. So, Z, D, and I all pitched in to get a Taxi to take us 5 back to Z's place.
After a extremely fast and kinda creepy taxi ride, we get into his house and all sit down. His roommate awakens to us trying to find Z's dab rig, asking what's up. She looks around and has a smile "someone is tripping tonight". Z just laughed "4 out of 5 of us are, the other is rollin'". She got up and blazed with us until about three in the morning. By that time, we all decided to get a couple hours rest, if not sleep, before the buses started running again. R was the first to try, and could never sleep. He would hear someone cough, or see a light in his vision. All of a sudden, under the rice hat, you can hear "go.....to.......slleeeeeeeeeep." He repeated this all night until it has now become a meme to those of us involved. All I could do is lay on the floor staring at the ceiling, tripping until I fell asleep at some point. We woke up the next morning, and headed on home.
This was quite a unique experience for me. Not in so many years have I felt like a young child in a confusing world. All of it was so new to me, yet familiar. Even though I had a couple moments of a scare, it was an excellent time.
Edited by Godfather1376 (11/12/13 10:56 PM)
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