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This was written by a friend of mine shortly following our first LSD trip (at high school, none the less) I'm represented as "JoTa". It was previously posted on the lycaeum. (http://leda.lycaeum.org/?ID=6045)
I thought that I would repost it here, as I find the writing style to be quite exceptional.
Here goes...
Upon returning to school from the all-city choir competiton, I happened apon my close friend, JoTa, greeting him with a friendly, swift kick in the rear, to which he responded much more violently than I would have expected. This overreaction, I learned from him quickly, was due to an unusual chemistry in his odd little brain. Having waited several months for a mutual friend to hook us up with some blue-microdot(obscure variety, I'm sure), I had almost given up hope. I now was overjoyed. It being lunchtime, we proceeded to the parking lot.
I was hardly in the car before I began to anxiously fumble with the cellophane my trippng friend had just handed me. I stared in awe at the two tiny, pale blue, pieces of paper. For years my only experience with this drug had been the excited expressions on my friends' faces as they spoke wildly of what it could do. It looked like nothing more than consruction paper. I decided to stay on the safe side and only drop one, as I knew little of this paticular type's strength.
Minutes later we sat in a nearby fast-mexican-food franchise, smoking and waiting, JoTa for his burritos, and I for my trip. Having been told that I wouldn't notice much for fourty-five minutes to an hour, I forced myself to be patient. My hopes were high, and my friend had been for some time now. Anticipation steadily built as my wait extended into the next class period.
An hour and a half after the the first dose, still feeling nothing, I lost patience. Being a pot-smoker, I normally associated recreational use of illicit chemicals with hiding and suspicion. I now took great pleasure in being able to reach into my bag and pop the drug into my mouth, paying no attention to whether anyone noticed. With two hits now being absorbed into my system, I was preparing myself to be very upset if nothing happened. Class dragged on, and slowly my enviornment began to toy with me. Still, I concentrated on the tasks at hand.
The bell rang. The drug was now quite active in my brain. Even minimal stimulus would have made known this to me, so imagine my surprise when I stepped into the hall. People everywhere, talking, walking, running. Colors, sounds, smells...stairs. On top of this, I was conversing with a VERY peculiear friend, AyLn. AyLn, whom I am quite certain has never touched a recreational chemical in his life, seems always to be tripping. He may be schitzophrenic. As much as I would love to include our conversation in this account, I simply cannot recall it. Let it suffice to say it was not sane. I passed the art display case, through the library. The constant humming of the hundreds of students around me became one all-encompassing voice, surrounding me physically. The high ceilings of the ninety-year old school building seemed hundreds of feet above my head. The hall itself seemed to expand as I passed through it, and, looking at the dense, vast crowd of students, I was certain it had no end.
Through the infinate mass of sound my name came clearly, commanded by the voice of JoTa. He greeted me with a comment on the abnormality of our surroundings, to which I agreed completely. I gave him a brief synopsis of all that had happened since lunch, and then quickly parted with him. With a wide, involuntary grin on my face, I proceeded to my astronomy class.
At this point I became so absorbed by my enviornment that I would forget I was tripping, forget who I was, forget that I was at all. Suddenly I found myself seated in a small classroom, surrounded by familiar faces. I had actually begun the first assignment without even being conscious of it! Everything went smoothly for the first few minutes, but the senstations I was experiencing continued to build at a startling rate. Objects, especially people, seemed to be surrounded by a foggy, iridescent glow, and moving objects began to leave trails, or "tracers" behind them. Colors shone brighter than than the sun in July. Even more dramatic than this, though, was an increase in my consciousness of detail: my surroundings flooded me with more information than I thought I could ever know at once. The tiny lines and curves on the faces of my classmates and teacher now became so evident that, while I surely recognized them, it seemed as though I had never seen them before, that I had never even seen people before. During what I normally would have considered silence, the scratching of pencils on paper, occasional shifting of students in their chairs, and other minute sounds now filled the room, amplified a thousand times. My skin now allerted me to the slightest breeze, bump of the table, or new texture as catastrophic. My muscles began to tighten, and I was filled with hysteria. Desperately, I tried to maintain a sober face, but to no avail. Fortunately, I laugh a lot regardless of drugs, and most of what I say doesn't make sense to the average person. Still, my condition was so severe during that class that I'm sure a few suspected me to be either on drugs or outright mad.
The school day closed and I met again with JoTa. Completely overwhelmed by the experience to this point, I could speak little more than a few, monosyllabic words at a time. I was laughing. I was crying. I had been torn down emotionally, flooded by this wonderful new world.
My first experience with LSD was not an unpleasant one, though the constrained enviornmet of school was a challenge to deal with(even if for only one hour). I would reccomend to persons experimenting with this chemical to take a small amount the first time, and BE PATIENT! Over the past three years I have tripped an uncountable number of times, and have experienced no severe problems with the drug. I have noticed tolerance to build rapidly, and so try to distance my doses as far as possible. I do not reccomend this drug for the emotionally unstable, as it's effects can often be overwhelming.
Acid = FUN! Acid = FUN! Acid = FUN! Acid = FUN! Acid = FUN!
I thought that I would repost it here, as I find the writing style to be quite exceptional.
Here goes...
Upon returning to school from the all-city choir competiton, I happened apon my close friend, JoTa, greeting him with a friendly, swift kick in the rear, to which he responded much more violently than I would have expected. This overreaction, I learned from him quickly, was due to an unusual chemistry in his odd little brain. Having waited several months for a mutual friend to hook us up with some blue-microdot(obscure variety, I'm sure), I had almost given up hope. I now was overjoyed. It being lunchtime, we proceeded to the parking lot.
I was hardly in the car before I began to anxiously fumble with the cellophane my trippng friend had just handed me. I stared in awe at the two tiny, pale blue, pieces of paper. For years my only experience with this drug had been the excited expressions on my friends' faces as they spoke wildly of what it could do. It looked like nothing more than consruction paper. I decided to stay on the safe side and only drop one, as I knew little of this paticular type's strength.
Minutes later we sat in a nearby fast-mexican-food franchise, smoking and waiting, JoTa for his burritos, and I for my trip. Having been told that I wouldn't notice much for fourty-five minutes to an hour, I forced myself to be patient. My hopes were high, and my friend had been for some time now. Anticipation steadily built as my wait extended into the next class period.
An hour and a half after the the first dose, still feeling nothing, I lost patience. Being a pot-smoker, I normally associated recreational use of illicit chemicals with hiding and suspicion. I now took great pleasure in being able to reach into my bag and pop the drug into my mouth, paying no attention to whether anyone noticed. With two hits now being absorbed into my system, I was preparing myself to be very upset if nothing happened. Class dragged on, and slowly my enviornment began to toy with me. Still, I concentrated on the tasks at hand.
The bell rang. The drug was now quite active in my brain. Even minimal stimulus would have made known this to me, so imagine my surprise when I stepped into the hall. People everywhere, talking, walking, running. Colors, sounds, smells...stairs. On top of this, I was conversing with a VERY peculiear friend, AyLn. AyLn, whom I am quite certain has never touched a recreational chemical in his life, seems always to be tripping. He may be schitzophrenic. As much as I would love to include our conversation in this account, I simply cannot recall it. Let it suffice to say it was not sane. I passed the art display case, through the library. The constant humming of the hundreds of students around me became one all-encompassing voice, surrounding me physically. The high ceilings of the ninety-year old school building seemed hundreds of feet above my head. The hall itself seemed to expand as I passed through it, and, looking at the dense, vast crowd of students, I was certain it had no end.
Through the infinate mass of sound my name came clearly, commanded by the voice of JoTa. He greeted me with a comment on the abnormality of our surroundings, to which I agreed completely. I gave him a brief synopsis of all that had happened since lunch, and then quickly parted with him. With a wide, involuntary grin on my face, I proceeded to my astronomy class.
At this point I became so absorbed by my enviornment that I would forget I was tripping, forget who I was, forget that I was at all. Suddenly I found myself seated in a small classroom, surrounded by familiar faces. I had actually begun the first assignment without even being conscious of it! Everything went smoothly for the first few minutes, but the senstations I was experiencing continued to build at a startling rate. Objects, especially people, seemed to be surrounded by a foggy, iridescent glow, and moving objects began to leave trails, or "tracers" behind them. Colors shone brighter than than the sun in July. Even more dramatic than this, though, was an increase in my consciousness of detail: my surroundings flooded me with more information than I thought I could ever know at once. The tiny lines and curves on the faces of my classmates and teacher now became so evident that, while I surely recognized them, it seemed as though I had never seen them before, that I had never even seen people before. During what I normally would have considered silence, the scratching of pencils on paper, occasional shifting of students in their chairs, and other minute sounds now filled the room, amplified a thousand times. My skin now allerted me to the slightest breeze, bump of the table, or new texture as catastrophic. My muscles began to tighten, and I was filled with hysteria. Desperately, I tried to maintain a sober face, but to no avail. Fortunately, I laugh a lot regardless of drugs, and most of what I say doesn't make sense to the average person. Still, my condition was so severe during that class that I'm sure a few suspected me to be either on drugs or outright mad.
The school day closed and I met again with JoTa. Completely overwhelmed by the experience to this point, I could speak little more than a few, monosyllabic words at a time. I was laughing. I was crying. I had been torn down emotionally, flooded by this wonderful new world.
My first experience with LSD was not an unpleasant one, though the constrained enviornmet of school was a challenge to deal with(even if for only one hour). I would reccomend to persons experimenting with this chemical to take a small amount the first time, and BE PATIENT! Over the past three years I have tripped an uncountable number of times, and have experienced no severe problems with the drug. I have noticed tolerance to build rapidly, and so try to distance my doses as far as possible. I do not reccomend this drug for the emotionally unstable, as it's effects can often be overwhelming.
Acid = FUN! Acid = FUN! Acid = FUN! Acid = FUN! Acid = FUN!
