the most intense trip I've ever was 3 hits of blotter. Until then the most I'd ever done at a time was 2 hits, and I had no clue that acid could be that strong, and I've never had any kind of psycadelic experience like it. I took each hit an hour or two apart. I did acid pretty frequently back then, so on one hit I was like "eh, this is fun but I'd like another" so I took another and started having quite a bit of fun, so I figured I'd take that last hit (actually, it was my friends acid and we'd each take a hit at the same time. He took as much as I did plus whatever he'd taken earlier, and apparently tripped for over 24 hours) and, well, my memory gets a bit sketchy after that. I remember sitting in a sofa chair, looking across the room at weird drawing of a flower with an orange background. I couldn't figure out was it was, even tho I'd seen it hundred's of times before, and eventually came to the conclusion that it was a picture of a nun (there is NO black in that picture).
Then, suddenly, I was looping. I just couldn't figure anything out, what I was seeing or hearing, I just didn't know how to interpret it and I was very confused and kept saying "Wait a minute....wait a minute...". My friend thought I was just kidding around and just go's "Dude, will you shut the fuck up!" (he wasn't pissed or anything that's just how we talk to each other) but oddly enough it managed to break my loop, tho I was still very very confused.
Then, we were outside (I vaguely remember going outside because he wanted to smoke a cigarette but he says going outside was my idea). I remember trying to figure out how old I was... I thought I was either 15 or 17 but couldn't figure out for the life of me which one it was (I was actually 16) because all concept of time was lost on me. Then I kept hearing car door slams, at first I didn't think it was really there but I kept hearing them and it was getting me paranoid because we've had cops show up at my friends house before. I went around the side of the house to look out front, but there was a small tree with these long curved leaves in the way and I kept trying to push the leaves out of the way but they wouldn't move (there's no tree there, it's actually a telephone pole) but I moved over so the leaves were out of the way a little bit and saw the front of a cop car in front of the house; this is when I *completely* lost my mind. "Dude, cop!" I yelled to my friend. "Run!". I realize that it's stupid to run from cops, especially when you don't have any more drugs on you, but I was panicked and ran like hell. Some how I made it over 4 fences, running through my friends (not the friend i was tripping with, we were at a different dudes house) back yard, into the yard of the neighborhos behind him, through their yard onto the other side of the block. I remember watching my hands carry me over the fence, but I couldn't feel it at all, the body high was too intense.
By the time I made it over the last fence, I thought I was just an observer, like watching a movie. I was just watching myself jump fences, watching the scenery fly by as I ran. I ran out into the street and was running, just watching everything happen, watching that red car that was parked across the street get closer and closer, and then I was laying on my back, looking at the sky. My friend told me that the noise of me slamming into that car as fast as I could got every dog in the neighborhood barking, but I didn't hear them - who knows. My friend was like "Dude, get up!" and I just wanted to lay there, so I just told him "Nahh I'm just gonna lay here". He yelled at me "GET THE FUCK UP the cops are coming!". I'd forgotten all about the cops, but as soon as he mentioned them I remembered I was supposed to be running.
There was a creek nearby that runs and we ran into (it was like 9:30 at night, and very dark) and we were running down this creek full of sharp rocks and sticks and broken glass (my friend had no shoes on, yet he emerged with his feet in perfect condition). All around me I could see flashlight beems from cop's maglights flashing through the branches, I would look back occasionally and see cop cars parked on the street behind us. But after a couple of minutes of running, it once again became like watching a movie; I saw myself running but I couldn't feel it. I would watch a vine or tree branch hanging in front of me get closer and closer and bounce off and wouldn't even feel it. And a couple of minutes later I didn't know anything at all anymore; I was only running because my friend was telling me too, and I didn't even know he was any more. I remember looking at him, and thinking "maybe I shouldn't listen to him" because I didn't think he actually existed, but he seemed to know what he was doing so I listened to him any way.
Eventually we climbed up the banks of the creek and jumped another fence into some random person's backyard, and we ran up to their front fence and looked onto the street (it was my friend's street), and I saw cop cars parked on both sides of us. My friend told me to jump the fence and run to his house, so that's what I did, and we ran to his house. He was a bit more sane than I was, and reasoned that the first cops we'd seen weren't really there but after the noise we'd made running into parked cars and through the creek behind people's houses and whatnot, somebody had probably called them by now any way. He decided he was going to get his mom to drive us to my house, but he had to go in and talk to her first, leaving me in the backyard by myself. I remember sitting there, trying to figure out what had just happened. I felt like I'd just been born, and I was looking around at everything trying to figure out how anything could exist, does anything exist, etc, etc. Soon, I was so confused and scared that I just didn't care any more, I just wanted it to end. I layed on my side on my friends porch, completely baffled by everything.
I felt a pressure on my back, holding me to the ground; I felt my arms being put behind my back and held there. I knew I was getting arrested, and I didn't care, I was so afraid that I didn't care what happened as long as it ended. And then the porch light came on, and my friend walked out - and we were the only two people out there. "Come on", he said. "My mom's driving us out of here". I was about to get up and looked at my hands. They were all cut up and bleeding, I figured from running through the creek. The cut I payed the most attention was on the tip of my middle finger; it was gashed open, and I could see flesh and veins sticking out. "I can't!" I said, "I'm cut!" He looks at my hands and says "Where?". Where? i thought. My hands were so fucked, how could he not see? I screamed at him "I'M CUT RIGHT THERE!!!" and pointed franticly at my middle finger. "No you're not!" he yelled back "You're just tripping! Now shut the fuck up and let's go!". With that, I looked at my hands and there was no cuts, no blood, only sweat.
Okay, I know this is a horrendously long story. This was the most insane thing I've ever experienced, and when I tell this story I don't like to omit anything because everydetail seemed to matter. I should also mention that throughout the entire trip, I had the chorus from the song "Against the Grain" by Bad Religion playing through my head, and it certainly didn't help things any.
Actually, that's only half the story, but I don't wanna type all of it and I doubt you wanna read it.
Any way, I learned a lot about handling my shit that night. Once I came down enough to realize what I'd just been through, I couldn't believe it. It really sucks to be completely insane, and I'm just glad I made it out of that situation without getting hurt or arrested (hell, I didn't even lose my glasses).
