I remember the first time I dropped two tabs of chronic acid at about 5:00pm before I went to a party in an area not far from my friends house. I had no idea who any of these people were besides one of my friends; who I tagged along with. My friends girlfriend was designated driver as we weren't going to be in any state to drive. When I got to the party, I noticed it was filled with all (I'm not sure how you say) lower-class kind of people feeding off each others egos, acting tough - you know the deal. I kind of did my own thing and must have walked through this guys yard and into his house then back about 100 times that night. I swam in his pool for a while with my friend laughing and everything, but when more people showed up I got out of there because their energy was giving me bad vibes. I got out, dried up and went elsewhere.
The host had set up a projector in his lounge room that had psychedelic animations playing and I watched it for quite a while. His daughter (who is under the age of 10) decides to come in. Then I freak out that this guy is having a drug party while his daughter is at home. All of a sudden she lies on the couch with a blanket and I was about to get up and go somewhere else, but the host walks in and talks to his daughter. He then all of a sudden fucking mounts her and makes thrusting actions, then looks at me and says "Oh, I didn't know you were here" and I had no idea what to say. What a total nutcase. I was tripping hard by this point, this really did my head in. I felt like bailing many times, but the area was rough and I would of been in no shape to stand up to a mugger, or run like hell from a group of muggers.
Mind you, I'm not really enjoying this trip by now. So I ended up smoking about 5 bongs in his kitchen where the chop was while the hosts girlfriend was in the kitchen doing god knows what, then went outside. I ran into some guys who were on something, probably meth, launching themselves into brick walls. I notice they had bleeding mouths/faces, it kind of freaked me out. I remember doing the usual "What was I doing here again?" thing and kept walking. I jumped on a trampoline and looked up at the stars to find some peace away from the rest of the party and suddenly broke out in a fit of laughter.
I remember laughing so hard at nothing for ages and nearly losing my breath. I couldn't stop, my friend who was tripping came over and asked if I was okay. He had his girlfriend with him who was totally sober, poor girl hasn't touched drugs ever so this night must have been an experience.
All of a sudden during my fit of laughter, a fucking dog comes up and starts barking it's head off at me, trying to bite! It was a Pit Bull of some sort, a mean looking bitch. My friend knew I was tripping balls and had no idea how to handle the situation so he got it to go away somehow. It turns out the host unleashed his dog at me, what a dickhead. By then, I knew the type of people I was tripping with and wanted to get the fuck out of there. I've heard stories of crazy druggies getting their dogs to attack people to the point where there's bloodshed. So I had to make tracks.
My friends girlfriend dropped us at a carpark not far from the party where another friend was waiting to take us down to a city about 45 minutes away. I hate crowds when I'm on acid because I'm usually a quiet person and don't enjoy clubbing anyway. He told us his plans that we were 'going out to get pussy' - my thoughts were something like "I'm tripping balls! How the fuck am I going to do that?!" I don't go out to clubs and do that sober anyway.
This wasn't a good time to be tripping because I started seeing my ex-girlfriend a month beforehand after we broke up two times in the past two years and it was doing my head in. So there was a lot of confusion and strange feelings going on.
Once we were down at the city, I had to walk through the street with my friend from that party and our other friend who was totally sober, asking girls on the sidewalk what the time was (his way of picking up) while wearing short as football shorts. They all walked away from him. I was so embarrassed to be around him. My other friend who was tripping thought it was funny, but I didn't want to run into anyone I knew down there. I wasn't enjoying the trip that much at all.
It was around 1:00am now. After this went down, he went to his car and said he brought clothes for us to change into like we've just been out clubbing and he wanted to give his pick-up routine another go. By now I was over it, the whole trip had sucked and I'd wanted out. Instead, we went to McDonald's and then ended up going to the beach and checking out the view, even went for a bit of a swim, so it ended okay I guess.
More of an awkward trip rather than a moment. I thankfully don't hang out with these guys no more.
