my girlfriend got me into it. she really wanted to do acid with me, and i agreed, thinking it would probably be like weed or something. i can't imagine my life without psychedelics since then.
-------------------- "Gently return to the simple physical sensation of the breath. Then do it again, and again, and again. Somewhere in this process, you will come face-to-face with the sudden and shocking realization that you are completely crazy. Your mind is a shrieking, gibbering madhouse on wheels." - ven. henepola gunaratana
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I was pure till college. Of course I'd smoked cigs and got drunk a few times in high school, but it wasn't till fall of my freshman year that I got stoned for the first time. My roomate was all into drugs, and I had no other friends, so I eventually hung out more and more with him and his friends. They naturally became my friends after a few nights out drinking and carousing. They would always smoke pot or do some other stuff, but I always declined, initially. Eventually I tried taking a hit or two to see if anything happened of weed and to try and fit in, but didn't get high.
So one day my roomate called me out on it, and bluntly (no pun intended) said that he was going to get me high. Proceeded up to his connects room, where I smoked the last of some very heady nuggets all the way from Chi town. (Me living in PA). Needless to say, after finishing off those bowls, I sunk into the bed and had some crazy CEVs, and wierd feelings. Thought it was awesome and turned into a drug fiend at that moment. Not that I was addicted, I just jumped on any chance to smoke up or try new things. Did E, opium, adderall, and some other pharmies we could get our hands on till the semester ended.
To make a long story short, although I went drug wild, I still maintained good grades from the head start I got while remaining drug free, and never completely blew shit off and didn't do to bad in college. My roomate withdrew due to partying so much, so it was just me and two friends left, everyone else was gone. Life was kind of depressing most of that semester, but spring rolled around and I jumped at my first chance at getting shrooms. Bought shrooms for at least $15 bucks more than I should have per 1/8, but whatever, I had money and an apetite for new drugs at that point. The shrooms weren't even that strong, but they did give me a glimpse to the psychedelic possibilities.
I have now graduated, but am still seeking a real 5 of a trip. Have had many crazy encounters through the years, but am still seeking that elusive plateau. Even though I should have hit it by now, fate has not allowed me, but I believe the time will come when I least expect it.
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