I took one hit of blotter on a recent afternoon, approximately 2 p.m. I started to trip right after I took a bong rip of some kinds, which was probably 20 minutes after ingestion. I began to feel like I always feel on the cid, as if my whole body were alive, every cell was alive, doing its part to keep me functioning. I was with two friends who weren't tripping, and we walked over to a beautiful field with grandiose trees and rustic brick buildings gracing the background.
We started tossing around a multicolored disc, somehow my one friend was a superb thrower and his the disc seemed to be a homing device to my body. All I had to do was stick out my arm a length and catch it, everything else was predetermined. It's funny how paradox was evident throughout the day. We stopped throwing and headed back to the house where I philosophized with the same friend who went crazy on shrooms a while back, if any of you read that story. He started talking about how everything was the same, always the same, started to get me on a bad trip.
I told him he couldn't do that, because he was bringing me down. I needed him to shut up and stay positive. It was at this point that my one friend, the superb thrower, came by on his mountain bike. I called out to him and he asked me if I wanted to accompany him, so I said sure, let me get my shit. I ran, changed clothes, go my ipod and camelpack, mountain bike and went out to join him. My other friend went home for a while, with plans to return later that night so that we could go see Andrew Bird and Bright Eyes.
It was such a beautiful day, the leaves changing colors, everything was magnificient. My friend and I parted ways after a mile or so, I headed to the trails and he to the liquor store. I busted out my ipod and began to tear the trails up, though I had difficulty getting started. My thoughts were weighing me down and certainly negative ones. Luckily a mosquito chanced on my arm and spurred me to action. I had to stash the ipod in my pack, it was too distracting and didn't let me focus on my experience.
I finally got into just an existential level, aware of everything, my connection to the life around me and everything else. I stopped in the middle of a field of really soft grass and let it cushion me like down. The clouds formed patterns and moved about. I got back up and biked again until I saw a particularly large tree that stood out from the rest. It was an oak, and I rode over to it and proceeded to climb. Climbing went semi-difficult and I'd rate myself an expert tree climber 
After climbing maybe 40 feet up, I used the limbs to stretch my legs. I really examined every facet of the oak, its every crevice and fold of bark. The lichen growing, the spiders and bugs, even the dead bark that folded upwards as new bark grew in its place, like dry or dead skin on ourselves. In fact, the dead bark, when squeezed, explodes into millions of cellulose fragments, and it is perhaps one of the softest textures I have ever experienced. It is so natural, I looked like a fool I'm sure but those who saw that were just projecting anyway, and I held on to the tree and experienced a connection with my brother (the tree).
I finally went back home after two hours of this, called my one friend, he came over, we went to the concert, by this time the lsd wasn't holding such a strong influence over my experience, though my pupils were still rather large. I'd say all effects had worn off after 10-12 hours, especially since I fell asleep then. Let me just say that Bright Eyes was absolutely mind blowing, the lights, the rocking-the-fuck-out, just the best ever. What a trip, it was fun, not as fun as Modest Mouse on 3 hits coming soon
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