So I bought some absolutely amazing acid from a friend of mine. He gave it to me and it wasn't on the traditional blotters, so I assumed it was fake. After taking half of what he said was four hits worth, I tripped balls. That was a few weeks ago. I was beyond excited to have one of my closest friends experience it.
So two nights ago, it was 2 am. (I guess that would mean yesterday MORNING at two am...) We both had work at 3pm later that day. Screw it. We decided to each take half of what I had left, which meant a hit each. No taste at all. If you didn't know what was gonna happen later, you'd think you were eating cardboard. The acid took two hours for the come up to happen, so we lazily drove around waiting. We went to the beach, after about an hour remarking that we both felt 'slightly more euphoric' and a little buzzy.
Two hours. We decide to go to Whataburger, it's around 3:50am and they're always open. Why not. Once we park, we look at each other and just erupt in an uncontrollable fit of giggles. For around five minutes we just sit there in the empty parking lot, her head in her hands and mine on the steering wheel, overwhelmed by the laughing. We're here. After a few attempts at 'being normal' with each other, we go inside.
"Hi, how are you guys doing tonight?"
I turn away from the register and start cracking up, hard. My friend doesn't speak, and I know she's trying to stifle her giggles. She manages to studder out her order, get her change, etc. The whole thing just seemed so stupid, pointless, rehearsed, and awkward.
"Now what would YOU like, sir?"
More giggles. I try to be casual about it and make it a short chuckle, but instead I sound like I just got released from the CRAZY HOUSE. The woman lowers her eyebrows and smiles.
"NothingformeI'mfinethanks-" I say way too quickly as I turn around and walk towards the booth. Then I explode in laughter.
"So...they're gonna come bring your food to us...?" I ask my friend. Instantly we both put our heads on the table, collapsing down into loud hoots and hollers. The fact that somebody was going to BRING food to US...it was just too funny, and I can't tell you why. We were the only people in the restaurant spare the workers. They must have thought we just got out of the insane asylum. Thinking about this caused a continuous stream of laughter from us, and we didn't even try to hide it. Turning our heads away from the direction of the registers, both of us laughed so hard that it hurt.
When the woman brought us our food, we laughed even harder, not even raising our heads off of the table. I know I couldn't control myself whatsoever, and neither could my friend.
After we left Whataburger, we ventured around, parking and walking down some quiet beachy neighborhoods to smoke a spliff, a blunt, and a few blacks. When the high kicked in, we bounced ideas off of each other.
"Hey, we should go onto people's porches..." Laughter. "And we should sit on their furniture..." More laughter, harder. "And then just LEAVE." For five minutes, we sat on the sidewalk, unable to get up because of the laughing. That idea I had came up with was just soo freaking perfect. And hilarious. And again, there was no reason except the fact that we were cheesing the hell out. We ended up never going through with the plan because of the fact that every porch seemed too sketch to go up too for some reason.
The level we were on was just enough that emotionally we were screwed up, but not much was moving. Colors were changing and lights were exponentially bright, and words on my phone were shifting, but things weren't smoky or melting or dissentigrating. So I decided to drive since there was nobody on the main roads at this hour.
"Ohh my GOD the LIGHTS are like SHAPES I'm seeing SHAPES around them this is SOO COOOOOL!!!" My friend screeched as I drove (extremely well, in fact) through the night. I sat there, a smile plastered across my face, enjoying the shimmering reflections of the streetlights, which were lazily sighing up and down very slightly to the trap music we were blasting. The music seemed otherworldly, very choppy and each different subunit of sound could be heard perfectly by itself, which made the music a little difficult to appreciate. But it was still wonderful in every way.
We arrived at our destination: Walmart; Open 24 hours. LIES. The Walmart was closed. The doors were blocked with carts. Yet there were cars in the parking lot. I pulled into a space (going the wrong way down the aisle of course...) and as I turned my head, I was met with a pair of eyes.
"Oh my god there's SOMEONE IN THAT CAR!!!" My friend screamed. In the next second, I realized my window was in fact, down. And so was his. I erupted in a supernova of laughter. I didn't give a shit. I was banging the steering wheel and my body was seizing back and forth as I attempted to contain my humor. My friend also was seized by the gigglebox, and so we sat there like maniacs while the man watched us. I didn't bother to look back at him, instead I simply put it in drive and gunned it to another parking spot somewhere else. As we finally got control of our laughter, we decided we might as well leave since they weren't open anyways.
As we left the parking lot, my friend looked back in horror.
"That's a cop. He just turned his lights on and he's pulling out. Go."
Instantly I became paranoid. I looked back but couldn't see anyone behind us. I made a U turn and gunned it, we turned into a neighborhood and slowed down. Bam. There he was. White car. Bright lights, although not the red and blue I'd been expecting. He flashed his lights at us twice.
"What the hell do we do?! I'm not pulling over unless he turns his sirens on."
We kept driving, trying to remain calm. If he'd wanted to pull us over why didn't he just turn his sirens on? We went down a few streets, and he continued to follow us, flashing us several more times before we turned into a cul-de-sac and he continued straight. I looked back. It was a normal white car, not a police car.
After that, it was around seven in the morning. Starbucks was definitely open, so I drove there and once again we went through the ordeal of giggling through our order. It didn't help that the cashier was extremely awkward looking and her makeup and hair was messed up.
After we sat down with our coffees, we started laughing again. And this time we didn't attempt to contain it. I laughed so hard that I drooled on the table. We laughed at absolutely nothing, and each other laughing. We laughed at everything. It's hard to explain why her and I laugh so hard sometimes, our sense of humor is so together. Nobody gets me like she does. Several people ordering stared at us, but we didn't care. When it was around seven thirty, the sun was coming up, so I suggested we walk down and see the sunrise.
Gorgeous. The water was an electric, vibrant shade of blue, the sun was a fiery ball of pink rising over the horizon. The two together made dark violet hues across the sky and let me tell you, sober or not, it was one of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen...
And of course we got the giggles. There were so many people out there enjoying it in silence and taking pictures, and we were sitting on the sand laughing our asses off at absolutely nothing. Everyone stared. We continued to laugh. When the sun had reached a point where the sky wasn't as beautiful, we decided to leave.
As I pulled out of the parking space, I laughed. But it wasn't a normal laugh it was a 'oh my god my brain is fried I can't comprehend' laugh. Both of us were completely fried, we hadn't slept in over 24 hours. I went to work later that day and the four hour shift felt like two seconds, luckily my job as a cashier is extremely simple, so I didn't HAVE to think whatsoever during it. Afterwards, I crawled into bed and slept like a baby.
My friend and I plan to do three 'hits' of this stuff in a few weeks. Maybe take a road trip and go somewhere. I'll let you guys know what happens. Do you find that psychedelics make you giggle? Lemme know, because with us its inevitable and uncontrollable.
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