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4 grams dried and a few days without my roommate
    #7982449 - 02/05/08 12:14 PM (15 years, 11 months ago)
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With a roommate I detested and no friends at school who were into psychedelics, tripping last year (my freshman year) was near impossible unless I was home on break. After winter break I brought a little more than an eighth back to school with me, just in case the opportunity ever arose. Better safe then sorry, ya know? I really didn't intend on getting to use them, my roommate was never gone for days at a time or anything, and I didn't want to deal with him at all during a day I would trip. To say we didn't get along would be an understatement.

Of course it hadn't occurred to me that since he was pledging a fraternity I would get not only a day or two, but a whole week to myself when it was time for him to go through hell week. When I found this out (through one of my floor mates who was pledging the same fraternity), I knew I would have a prime opportunity. It was early spring, so I could go outside if I wanted to, however I didn't foresee that happening since I didn't want to deal with people. It also meant I could pretty much trip at any time, since it wouldn't be deathly cold at night if I did need to go outside for any reason.

Come the Monday of that week I decided to clean up the room entirely. I was pretty messy last year, partly to spite my roommate, so I knew I had my work cut out for me, and since the majority of my time would be spent in my freshman dorm room I knew it would have to be near spotless if I wanted to enjoy myself. After taking Monday and part of Tuesday to clean (it takes me a while to clean stuff) I spent the rest of the time relaxing and eating a nice hearty lunch on Wednesday. No more food until after the trip, I wanted an empty stomach.

Thursday. The day of the trip. I had no class on Friday, and it was around midterms so not too many people would be out drinking on a Thursday. The perfect day to trip. Never had I put so much thought or preparation into a trip before, I was excited. I woke up around three, skipped my class, and just sat around listening to music for a few hours. Although I thought about the upcoming trip a lot the last few days, I didn't have a time set in mind to dose. Around 5 I got myself a nice tall glass of water, sliced up my mushrooms, and down the hatch.

I spent the next half hour chain smoking and pissing, a common practice of mine during the onset of a trip. Right before I started really noticing any effects I decided to go into the basement and grab some food, I figured it couldn't hurt to have it around. While I waited for my personal pan pizza I couldn't help but to think about all the people around me and how they have no clue about the journey I'm close to embarking on. Hell, I didn't even know. With the pizza finished I grabbed my side dishes and retreated back to my room.

As I started to get the ever-familiar come-up anxiety I decided to play some NCAA '07 on my roommates PS2. Most people would think playing video games while tripping is a waste or stupid, but to me playing college football games on a come up is very soothing, nostalgic. I remember playing Madden '94 with my brother on early Sunday mornings on a Super Nintendo. As I grew older it would be playing NCAA '98 on a cold, snowy weekday if we were fortunate enough to have school canceled. He was always better than me; I'm not one to play video games for the most part. So when it came time for the anxiety to kick in (I always debate whether eating mushrooms is a good choice at the very beginning of a trip) I though there wouldn't be too many ways to ease my mind than go back in time.

The match-up was between Syracuse and Ohio State. Syracuse being my hometown and my first true sports love, and Ohio State being the college I attend. I chose to play as Ohio State. I can still remember, in vivid detail, the transformation that game took as I delved deeper into the psychedelic realms. The players' movement began to change. It became bug-like, but thankfully that didn’t bother me. My decisions became completely irrational, and I soon became uninterested in the outcome of the game. Winning or losing didn't matter; I just wanted to have fun running around on the field, even if it was only a video game.

I recall, at one point, running a play that was bound to fail miserably from the start. But instead of cutting my losses, I though I would just run backwards (for those of you who aren't very versed in the art of football, that's not a good idea) until there was an opening. The whole time I knew it was doomed to fail, but I just kept going. That's when I realized I was beyond come-ups and anxiety.

It came to a point where I was controlling players, and as I commanded my troops around the computer generated field I would talk as if I were them. "I'm Quinn Pitcock, I'm Quinn Pitcock" I exclaimed in a high-pitched, very excited voice. "Look at Quinn Pitcock go! I'm gonna be in the NFL next year, but for now I'm just gonna sack Perry Patterson." Of course I never made a tackle, never mind getting a sack.

I started to notice the beautiful patterns evolving around me. Free-flowing fractals winding up from my rug, the wood grain of my door dancing with the walls. My ugly, stained brown rug and boring shoddy door were worth taking note of for the first time all year. It was incredible. This distracted me from the game at hand, but I didn't mind in the least bit. After gazing around my room, observing the most beautiful visuals I've ever seen, I suddenly remembered tonight was the night Daisuke Matsusaka was to debut for the Boston Red Sox. (Again for those of you unaware, Matsusaka was a Japanese baseball player who was highly touted and eventually the Red Sox paid $51 million just to negotiate a contract with him. It was huge news over the winter, and his debut in America was not only big here but also in Japan.)

To me one of the most beautiful things to do while tripping is watch sports. Basketball, baseball, football, it doesn't matter. Sports were an incredible part of my life growing up, and now I view them a way to get away from the strains of every day life. And on a lighter note sports are just fun, whether you are an observing or participating. So I flipped on ESPN, just in time to catch the beginning. Or so I think. At that point I was essentially a child again, my ability to comprehend the world around me was completely shattered. Listening to the announcers and actually trying to follow and understand what they were saying was an impossible task, so I quickly gave up. I just watched.

The grass was a vibrant green on my screen. Pitchers' arms left tracers all over the place, and a batted ball became a streak. By far the most visually appealing baseball game I've ever seen. It was also comical. Anytime a commentator said something, I would just loose it. They made absolutely no sense to me. I knew I was tripping, and I knew that's why they sounded so ridiculous, but that didn't matter at the time. And just when I thought the situation couldn't be more perfect, they switched over to the Japanese broadcast of the game.

If you've ever been to a point when you couldn't understand someone who was speaking a language you're fluent in, then you know how hilarious it seems to you while tripping. It's almost like hearing someone speak in a foreign language, except you know that you should be able to follow what they're talking about. I could see how that would be confusing, or even downright scary, in certain situations, but luckily that has never been the case with me.

So when I heard people speaking a language that truly was foreign, it was simultaneously hilarious and amazing. Those two broadcasters had more energy and emotion than the Americans. I could understand their message just as well, if not better, or at least I thought so then. But at the same time, they were speaking Japanese. I immediately lost it. I couldn't figure out what the people speaking English were saying, how the hell was I supposed to know what the people speaking Japanese were talking about? I would burst out into spontaneous bouts of uncontrolled laughter. Tears would well up, my sides would split, and I would struggle to stay in the chair. And just when I thought I couldn't bear it anymore, they would go back to the American broadcast. How perfect, as if they were aware of what I wanted.

After about an hour of watching baseball, gazing in awe around the room, and pacing uncontrollably, I found interest in my fingers. This is one way I know I’m really tripping. Watching my fingers move, no dance, with each other can become rather fascinating in the right circumstances. I was in those circumstances. Moved them separately, moved them together, it didn’t matter, as long as they were moving.

The whole time I would either be pacing, or sitting in my chair bouncing my leg furiously. Sitting still is something I’m incapable of when I’m on a heavy trip. I found myself dancing, if you can call it that, to any music that came on. I must have looked like a lunatic to an outsider. Jerking around madly thinking it was dance or sitting in my chair seizing and rocking. Surely that would be life if my walls were padded.

At some point I found myself next to the door, and I saw the peephole. Just as I walked out a couple walked by, and I immediately started making up their back story. They would engage in argument, or romantic conversation, or sit in awkward silence. Whichever one I felt was appropriate. My favorite was awkward silence. I just stood there uttering “awkward silence” over and over and over again, getting louder each time without even realizing it. Eventually they must have heard me, because they both stopped and looked around the hallway, but with no one to be seen they just continued on their path.

I had discovered a gem. Observing people in their natural environment. It was like being at the zoo, except I knew that I was the animal. The roles had been reversed. The flow of traffic was consistent enough that I could be entertained, but not so great that I was overwhelmed. It was perfect. Fortunately the activity didn’t hold my attention for too long, I would have felt like I wasted time in hindsight if I sat there for hours dictating people’s life stories.

Back to the chair. Back to dancing. Back to seizing, rocking, humming, gazing, and thinking. Trips had never been too introspective or thought provoking for me. Of course I would have thoughts in my head, but nothing profound. Even under the influence of mushrooms I knew they weren’t profound. Just entertaining. I was about to embark into a thoughtful period I had never experienced before. Looking back I’m confident to say it was ego loss, or death, or whatever the term is.

First it started out with understanding, or thinking, that pain is almost always completely irrelevant. “What if I were to take a hammer to a tooth right now?” It would hurt like hell no doubt, but that pain wouldn’t actually mean anything. I would know why I was in pain. I would know there wasn’t any immediate danger to my body. The significance of the pain would no longer exist. Therefore, the pain wouldn’t exist at all. Let’s try it out! No, wait, you are in no condition to go knocking your teeth out of your mouth. If it’s a good idea, do it tomorrow. Do it when you’re stable. Until then, just figure out if it makes sense.

Well of course it made sense. Pain is used to signal something is wrong. In this case, the pain would indicate I just lost a tooth in a pretty violent matter. But since I was already aware of this, then I wouldn’t need the pain to tell me. Pain can also indicate something dangerous is happening to your body. Stick your hand on a hot stove, and your hand will hurt. Without that we wouldn’t know that the skin on our hand was melting until we smelled it. I wouldn’t need that though, I’m the one who would hammer a tooth out, so pain wouldn’t have to tell me. “Well then, it’s settled. Find a hammer tomorrow and knock out a tooth.”

“Well, if pain is meaningless in almost all situations, what else is do we worry about that we shouldn’t?” Success, failure, appearance, time, money, intelligence, stupidity. Pretty much everything. I could do whatever I desired, and as long as it didn’t land me in jail it didn’t matter. If it resulted in death then it may or may not matter, all depending on what death brings. “So avoid getting jailed, and stay away from death too for now. Otherwise, you’re free to do as you please.” Why should I let anything restrict me?

I started to feel like life was a movie. We may perceive things as good or bad, but in the long run it’s irrelevant, we weren’t living in reality. It’s rather hard to explain what I was thinking. I still think about it sometimes, and I understand what was going through my head, but putting it to words was a completely different story. It came to a point where I felt as if I could just step back from my own self, and observe life as a third party. The first party being me, or the main character, the second party being the rest of the world, and the third party being the audience. From that perspective what happened to the movie character me didn’t matter, since I could always walk away and go watch another movie.

Just as all my thoughts were culminating, storming around in my head, and peaking in complete chaos, Shit Luck by Modest Mouse came out of my speakers. (I uploaded the song so you can hear it if you’re not familiar with it.) It was the absolute perfect sound to match with my mind. The lyrics didn’t matter, I was still at the point where I didn’t even understand people talking, but the music itself was just right. Not only did it go with my thoughts, but it also allowed for a nice transition from what had the potential to turn bad.

I started thinking about friends and family. How much I enjoy life. Not that I have ever been suicidal, but I had essentially become a nihilist for a few moments, or for an hour, I didn’t really know how long I was in deep thought. I was back to reality. Or reality in the sense that I wasn’t just a movie character anymore, I was real. OEVs, CEVs, music, and dance consumed me for probably the next hour and a half. And while it isn’t an exciting experience to read or write about, it was beautiful and amazing. Never had visuals and music meshed so well for me, and never had I spent so long being occupied by them.

As I started to get rooted back to Earth I decided to eat the pizza I got before the trip. I don’t know why, I wasn’t really hungry. It took me forever to chew anything, I was never sure if I had everything completely chewed. When I dose on mushrooms I always have this feeling that a hair has somehow made it’s way into my mouth. I spend the whole time randomly trying to get it out. When I think I finally grab the little bastard I look at my hand, and can’t tell if I’m seeing a real hair or if I’m hallucinating it. Sure enough a few minutes later I’ll feel the hair in my mouth again. The first time I tripped this annoyed me to no end, but now I’ve come to accept it and get used to it. I know there’s not a hair there. I may still try and retrieve it, but it doesn’t annoy me much. But with a whole new element being added, real food, my mouth felt so strange.

After a slice I was satisfied. I was close enough to baseline that I felt it was safe to venture outside, so I went to the water fountain to wash my mouth out and go enjoy the night. I walked to the Oval (the main quad at OSU.) The Oval is a nice place to sit and gather thoughts. By now it was probably midnight, although I didn’t actually look at a clock, so it was calm and serene on campus. Not many people were out. With only sandals on I could feel the damp grass running through my toes as I approached a bench under a large tree. I sat there, smoking a couple cigarettes and just reflecting on the trip for around half an hour, and then returned to my room to sleep.


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Re: 4 grams dried and a few days without my roommate [Re: jewunit]
    #7982547 - 02/05/08 12:43 PM (15 years, 11 months ago)

I'm hoping you didn't actually hammer out any teeth. :lol:
Imagine what you would have thought the next morning when you saw yourself in the mirror. :eek:

Great report, brah.
I enjoyed every bit of it. :thumbup:


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Re: 4 grams dried and a few days without my roommate [Re: Sell Your Soul]
    #7986299 - 02/06/08 11:25 AM (15 years, 11 months ago)

Having no personal connection to sports in my own life, this gave me a chance to see a world that I will never see with my own eyes. Thanks for the chance to experience something new through your writing. Gripping report.


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Re: 4 grams dried and a few days without my roommate [Re: BrandNoob]
    #8006696 - 02/10/08 09:52 PM (15 years, 11 months ago)

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If you've ever been to a point when you couldn't understand someone who was speaking a language you're fluent in, then you know how hilarious it seems to you while tripping. It's almost like hearing someone speak in a foreign language, except you know that you should be able to follow what they're talking about.




I love it when this happens. Somehow it only seems to happen to me, my friends can always understand each other, and all I can think is "hah, they're not as fucked up as I am!"


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