LSD blew me away. The first time I took it I was super drunk (the only way that I would ever drop $50 on 3 hits). It was some VERY potent stuff, and I took all 3 hits). I remember the moment I started tripping. Right after smoking a joint I started laughing uncontrollably. My friend Dex(also on LSD, but only 1 hit) and I were in his neighbor's apartment and I remember looking her (the girl who owned the apartment) directly in the eyes from across the room, slowly reaching for a can of pringles on top of the fridge, then running million-dollar-man style out the door. She yelled at me from the couch and I handed the can to her boyfriend who was outside smoking a cigarette and said "Tell her I didn't mean to!" and kept slow motion running into my friend's apartment. The girl came running after me and came into my friends apartment and started yelling at me (she likes to yell alot) and I couldn't stop laughing at the whole situation. Then Dex says to me right in front of her: "Dude, you don't steal food from fat people!" then he slapped his hand over his mouth and stared at her. She got more pissed and my other friend J (who was drunk as hell) went after her to explain that we were tripping super hard.
After J left, I was still laughing. Dex looked at me, and started laughing too. After a few minutes Dex asked what the hell we were laughing about, I answered him by pulling a can of Chef Boyardee out of my pocket that I jacked from her apartment and we started cracking up hysterically. It must have been about 30 minuets before we stopped laughing, then Dex pulled out his bowl and packed it. We sat down in his dark living room and began to blaze. At one point Dex forgot to hand me the lighter with the bowl and when I asked for it he threw it at me with enough force to hit me in the face and cut my chin. This made us both burst into another uncontrollable fit of laughter.
I spent the next few hours walking around turning all the lights off and on while watching the walls morph and change color and listening to 12 million versions of me talking to each other in my head. After stuff quieted down a little bit, I had this distinct feeling that I was thinking exactly the same way as I did when I was about 8, but with the 19 year old version of me kind of sitting in the back row commenting on how I was thinking. My friend was tripping really hard, he was laying on his bed in the dark and every time I tried to talk to him he would tell me to "chill." After Dex calmed down a bit, we listened to a Menomena vinyl (Posh Isolation and Tung Track) and we both saw a dark figure walk past his bedroom. We both jumped up and went to see who was in the apartment, but there was absolutely nobody there. We got a little spooked, but then we got excited because we realized that we just had a joint-hallucination.
Now is a good time to mention that J had come back into the apartment and was VERY drunk (half a handle of vodka drunk) and passed out on the floor. A little while after he passed out, he suddenly sprang up ran to the toilet and slammed the bathroom door and started making one hell of a racket punching things. Dex freaked out a bit and started yelling at J to calm the fuck down and go back to sleep. Instead, J locked the door and dropped to the floor. Dex then carded the bathroom door and told J to get out and go next door. J then jumped back up and laid down on Dex's bed, which made Dex even more angry so he went next door to get J's girlfriend to come get him. When she came in we started trying to help her get J back to her apartment, but he started punching walls (let me note that during this entire event J did not say a word) on the way out the front door, J punched the door so hard it left an imprint of his knuckles in the metal. I didn't know what to think, but Dex was definitely shaken. We decided to go for a drive to get some food (Dex insisted since he hadn't drank and only took 1 hit that he was good to drive) so we got in his car and went to Crystals (hows that for a Crystal story?).
The drive was one of the craziest things that I have ever experienced. I felt like I was on a roller coaster the whole time and the streetlights seemed to be casting a kind of "liquid light" everywhere and I felt like the whole world was underwater (Could it be that I was seeing the fluctuations of light from the mercury vapor?). When we finally got to Crystals It felt like it took FOREVER to get our food, which tasted absolutely AMAZING. I was still tripping really hard on the drive back and felt convinced that we were going the wrong way. When we got back to Dex's apartment, I felt like reality had shifted and I was no longer in the regular world. This is when I noticed that Dex's hair was growing out and sucking back in. We sat outside and had another cigarette while Dex just laid on the ground and kept asking "How the fuck did I just drive?" He was ready for the trip to be over, but I kept telling him "Wherever we are, we should make the best of it while it lasts."
After some intense music enjoyment and much smoking of the ganj, Dex put Toy Story on. I haven't seen the movie since I was 8 or 9, but watching it again made me feel super tripped out, like I was watching it for the first time and thinking the EXACT same things that I did when I was 8. I also noticed how sterile the CG is for the movie, I was able to pick out the morphed shapes that they used to make everything.
The next day I finally got to sleep, but when I woke up I still felt SUPER fucked up. It took another 12 hours to get to the point where I was comfortable enough to drive back to my apartment.
The whole experience was one of the best that I have ever had, minus J going nuts and being belligerent in his sleep. Looking back though, I'm realize the potential for badness that came with dropping 3 hits of the strongest acid that I have ever seen since for my first time. Those of you who may be reading this and thinking about LSD, I would not recommend doing what I did. I attribute my massively awesome good trip to my introverted temperament and having experience in meditation. My saving grace was my ability to remind myself that all the craziness I was experiencing was just the effect of a physically safe drug.
Have fun. Don't be stupid. Expect everything. Peace.
Oh, and I never ate any of the food I jacked
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