time & place: day before a festival, my home
2:30pm - acquire some xanax bars, to take w/ me, as we are going to be w/ a few not-so-experienced trippers who might just need a little 'insurance policy' of not freaking out
3:00pm - figure wtf, i'll pop a bar
3:30pm - not feeling much, i'm a hardcore psychotropic juggurnaut, right?
ill pop another half bar.
6:15pm - awake out of a blackout sitting in my favorite bar drinking scotch, freak the fuck out, ask the barder, how the hell long have i been here, she's like, almost 3hrs, how much have i been drinking, like 9 johnnie blacks.
6:17pm - oh fuck. realize i'm blackout, now I vaguely remember realizing the reality of the fact that I won't remember it (this used to happen to me all the time with alcohol blackouts when I was drinking heavily, it is very strange)
6:30pm - get home, note that there are 2 1/2 bars missing
8:45pm - wake up from the last blackout sitting at my kitchen table smoking a cigarette and holding my cell phone
8:46pm - flip through "recent calls", notice 45 minutes with mom, of which I have no memory whatsoever . I call my mom right up, and level with her, "I have no idea what we just talked about, and I can't worry about that going into the festival."
So seems it that I had a 45-minute long conversation with my mother (I'm an adult and have lived away from home for yrs) about how LSD is beneficial in my life, and that I was considering "dropping out" for a while ... and not just of college, if you know what I mean.
Luckily enough, she was pretty cool with it (former hippie, did her share back in the day
).
But wow, yeah. Fuck benzos. 8)
Indeed, the experience put me off benzos for a while now, funnily enough, I'm now Rx'd #60 lorazepam 0.5mg 1-2 qhs. Honestly I don't like 'em but am starting to get oddly compulsive with them, and it's just been like a week since I got 'em. Thinking of flushing them.