De Quincey
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OK a friend of mine who has never done drugs apart from the very occasional bong and a shitload of grog wrote me this email today. i was jsut wondering if any of you "experienced" peeps out there have any comments on my mate's experience. i've never had a trip so i have no idea what it feels like. but it seems to me he was stupid to try it in these circumstances? what do you all think?
"It’s 10am and I essentially haven’t slept. I took a trip last night. I guess "wow" is the best single word to describe it. But after saying that I have to clarify something; I wouldn’t do it twice. In fact I wouldn’t do it once, if I had the chance to live again. It’s not worth it I don’t think, you know how you do something and it feels like you might have damaged yourself permanently? While the conditions under which I did it weren’t exactly optimal (in fact in reality it was possibly the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever done in my life) I don’t really recommend anyone do it under any conditions. Ok so I think I’ve made this clear: drugs are bad, mmmkay?
I’m trying to come up with words to describe the experience. But given that it lasted over eight hours I guess that’s not so easy. There were two very distinct sections of my trip. The first hour and a half (it may well have been more, time was very difficult to quantify) was really great. I was at a pub / club with a large group of friends and having this incredible experience. Just hyped up and really wired. I felt like an utter druggie, the way I was acting, but it was a lot of fun. I rang a few people and just generally ran around like a madman. It had taken me very much by surprise. I wasn’t expecting it to have much effect – [name removed] took one a couple of days ago and said it did very little for him. It was because of this that I made the hideous decision to drive to the pub.
It was about 12:30 (maybe later), 2-3 hours into it that it actually started to do what it’s really supposed to do. Up until then it had just been affecting the way I saw lights, and I was pretty cool with that. But all of a sudden everything I focused on was shimmering and distorting. That’s a very scary thing, believe me. I panicked, but only a little bit. I just went out to the dance floor to be with my friends. Now that was an experience. The band sounded like they were a tape that was being played by hand, ie speeding up and slowing down (in pitch and tempo) in a highly irregular way. That was disturbing. The lights on the dancefloor were really intense, really almost offensive to me. My sense of balance was somewhat impeded.
One thing that really struck me at this point, is how much acid is exactly like it’s portrayed in movies / TV. In fact I felt like I was watching one of those LSD documentaries! They seriously got it spot on. I kept noticing things from everyday pop culture that I could swear were derived from someone’s acid trip. It really is like someone has re-plugged the switchboard in your brain, you can feel colours, hear space and see emotions. It was kind of like living in a movie, but horrendously real.
And unlike a movie, I couldn’t walk out when I had had enough. Around 2:15 I started to get pretty panicky. I needed to get this car home and I knew I wouldn’t be in a state to drive it for many hours. But I didn’t really trust myself with the keys, because I could tell that my perceptions were so fucked up that I could conceivably find myself thinking I was alright to drive. I decided I had to do something about this. I called [name removed] but there was no answer. That did surprise me somewhat, but my greater concern was: what the fuck was I going to do now?
My memories are a bit hazy after that. I managed to find two acquaintances who were alright to drive and to my immense appreciation agreed to drive my car (not actually my car!) home for me. The trip was surreal. The traffic and street lights looked totally bizarre. And I never realised how straight Glenferrie rd is! As you’d expect things didn’t really get better once I was alone. I got my guitar out and for a while kept myself fairly entertained. I wasn’t trotting out anything other than my standard Hendrix / Page / Everyone ripoff blues scales, but it felt pretty cool. My fingers were really quick at tapping. I’d like to hear a recording of what I did to see if it was in fact any good at all! I was playing one of my electric 6-strings, it seemed awfully loud and resonant given that it wasn’t plugged into anything. The sound seemed to fill the room. But then so did any sound at all.
I went to lie down. Lying in bed was really difficult. Everything around me was constantly distorting. It was really bad. I just wanted to sleep, to get away from this. It was about 3:30am. I had no chance of sleeping. My body was just dead; I could barely bring myself to move a muscle. But my mind was racing and crawling and just being generally weird. And that’s basically it. I did this all night, tossing and turning, sitting up, lying down. Looking at my clock every hour just hoping it would wear off. But it seemed as intense as ever. I insisted to myself that I would never do this again. Ever. But then I’ve said that on a few hungover mornings in the past, haven’t I? At about 9am I felt, quite suddenly, back in reality. I’ve never been so glad to see the cold hard light of a dehydrated morning after. Reality is a much better place. I’m going to stay here."
thanks guys.
DQ.
[This message has been edited by De Quincey (edited 25 April 2001).]
"It’s 10am and I essentially haven’t slept. I took a trip last night. I guess "wow" is the best single word to describe it. But after saying that I have to clarify something; I wouldn’t do it twice. In fact I wouldn’t do it once, if I had the chance to live again. It’s not worth it I don’t think, you know how you do something and it feels like you might have damaged yourself permanently? While the conditions under which I did it weren’t exactly optimal (in fact in reality it was possibly the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever done in my life) I don’t really recommend anyone do it under any conditions. Ok so I think I’ve made this clear: drugs are bad, mmmkay?
I’m trying to come up with words to describe the experience. But given that it lasted over eight hours I guess that’s not so easy. There were two very distinct sections of my trip. The first hour and a half (it may well have been more, time was very difficult to quantify) was really great. I was at a pub / club with a large group of friends and having this incredible experience. Just hyped up and really wired. I felt like an utter druggie, the way I was acting, but it was a lot of fun. I rang a few people and just generally ran around like a madman. It had taken me very much by surprise. I wasn’t expecting it to have much effect – [name removed] took one a couple of days ago and said it did very little for him. It was because of this that I made the hideous decision to drive to the pub.
It was about 12:30 (maybe later), 2-3 hours into it that it actually started to do what it’s really supposed to do. Up until then it had just been affecting the way I saw lights, and I was pretty cool with that. But all of a sudden everything I focused on was shimmering and distorting. That’s a very scary thing, believe me. I panicked, but only a little bit. I just went out to the dance floor to be with my friends. Now that was an experience. The band sounded like they were a tape that was being played by hand, ie speeding up and slowing down (in pitch and tempo) in a highly irregular way. That was disturbing. The lights on the dancefloor were really intense, really almost offensive to me. My sense of balance was somewhat impeded.
One thing that really struck me at this point, is how much acid is exactly like it’s portrayed in movies / TV. In fact I felt like I was watching one of those LSD documentaries! They seriously got it spot on. I kept noticing things from everyday pop culture that I could swear were derived from someone’s acid trip. It really is like someone has re-plugged the switchboard in your brain, you can feel colours, hear space and see emotions. It was kind of like living in a movie, but horrendously real.
And unlike a movie, I couldn’t walk out when I had had enough. Around 2:15 I started to get pretty panicky. I needed to get this car home and I knew I wouldn’t be in a state to drive it for many hours. But I didn’t really trust myself with the keys, because I could tell that my perceptions were so fucked up that I could conceivably find myself thinking I was alright to drive. I decided I had to do something about this. I called [name removed] but there was no answer. That did surprise me somewhat, but my greater concern was: what the fuck was I going to do now?
My memories are a bit hazy after that. I managed to find two acquaintances who were alright to drive and to my immense appreciation agreed to drive my car (not actually my car!) home for me. The trip was surreal. The traffic and street lights looked totally bizarre. And I never realised how straight Glenferrie rd is! As you’d expect things didn’t really get better once I was alone. I got my guitar out and for a while kept myself fairly entertained. I wasn’t trotting out anything other than my standard Hendrix / Page / Everyone ripoff blues scales, but it felt pretty cool. My fingers were really quick at tapping. I’d like to hear a recording of what I did to see if it was in fact any good at all! I was playing one of my electric 6-strings, it seemed awfully loud and resonant given that it wasn’t plugged into anything. The sound seemed to fill the room. But then so did any sound at all.
I went to lie down. Lying in bed was really difficult. Everything around me was constantly distorting. It was really bad. I just wanted to sleep, to get away from this. It was about 3:30am. I had no chance of sleeping. My body was just dead; I could barely bring myself to move a muscle. But my mind was racing and crawling and just being generally weird. And that’s basically it. I did this all night, tossing and turning, sitting up, lying down. Looking at my clock every hour just hoping it would wear off. But it seemed as intense as ever. I insisted to myself that I would never do this again. Ever. But then I’ve said that on a few hungover mornings in the past, haven’t I? At about 9am I felt, quite suddenly, back in reality. I’ve never been so glad to see the cold hard light of a dehydrated morning after. Reality is a much better place. I’m going to stay here."
thanks guys.
DQ.
[This message has been edited by De Quincey (edited 25 April 2001).]