dexter_stayne
Bluelighter
We all know the story. A good friend becomes heavily into LSD and you don't say anything, because criticism leads to denial and a further push I guess. But what shook me up was an experience I had on the weekend with a friend I'd known since school.
After Yr12 he got into the club/rave scene, and no-one minded, as we all were into it. But as we were raving maybe once or twice a month, it became a weekly habit for him. The all of a sudden a common friend invited him to try a microdot at a psy-trance hippy rave and he loved it. He ceased contact with us and last we heard he was attending these weekend long psychadelic parties with spiritual experience seminars and massive acid binges to complement them.
We saw him infrequently at the occasional doof, he was always off in the clouds, but still to some regard, the same funny little chum we'd known him to be. For a few months everyone settled down. We all got stuck back into uni and what have you, he became one of those mates you are concerned about but always remained a "well it's not me at least" kinda rhetoric.
Last weekend at a mate's 21st he was there, running from circle to circle big-noting his drug binge efforts, and we figured he was just over-enthused and would get over it. But towards the end of the night he became aggressive, rude and paranoid of everyone. Which might I add, was completely contradictory to the guy we once knew.
As we were leaving, he approached me and started pushing me around. At first I took it as a joke, thinking he's just messing with us. But the look in his eyes was pretty clear. He didn't recognise me at all, he was just plain out confused. He was always twitching and looking around him, completely scared that something was gunna get him.
He started to scare me too, getting really violent and abusive with a broken bottle in one hand. I'd had enough, grabbed my mates, hopped in the car and drove off, with this guy still kicking the wheel rims.
Now I've never been into acid, heard too many horror stories. I've tried it a few times, but I didn't really notice any effects, (probably due to the cocktail of other chemicals running through my blood). This has completely turned me off that lifestyle, and has made me cut my usage of everything down.
It makes you evaluate yourself, to see if the lifestyle you live changes you, for better or worse. I know at least I get a little irritable occasionally, but I'm still not one to fight ever.
Anyway my 2 cents. Peace
dex
After Yr12 he got into the club/rave scene, and no-one minded, as we all were into it. But as we were raving maybe once or twice a month, it became a weekly habit for him. The all of a sudden a common friend invited him to try a microdot at a psy-trance hippy rave and he loved it. He ceased contact with us and last we heard he was attending these weekend long psychadelic parties with spiritual experience seminars and massive acid binges to complement them.
We saw him infrequently at the occasional doof, he was always off in the clouds, but still to some regard, the same funny little chum we'd known him to be. For a few months everyone settled down. We all got stuck back into uni and what have you, he became one of those mates you are concerned about but always remained a "well it's not me at least" kinda rhetoric.
Last weekend at a mate's 21st he was there, running from circle to circle big-noting his drug binge efforts, and we figured he was just over-enthused and would get over it. But towards the end of the night he became aggressive, rude and paranoid of everyone. Which might I add, was completely contradictory to the guy we once knew.
As we were leaving, he approached me and started pushing me around. At first I took it as a joke, thinking he's just messing with us. But the look in his eyes was pretty clear. He didn't recognise me at all, he was just plain out confused. He was always twitching and looking around him, completely scared that something was gunna get him.
He started to scare me too, getting really violent and abusive with a broken bottle in one hand. I'd had enough, grabbed my mates, hopped in the car and drove off, with this guy still kicking the wheel rims.
Now I've never been into acid, heard too many horror stories. I've tried it a few times, but I didn't really notice any effects, (probably due to the cocktail of other chemicals running through my blood). This has completely turned me off that lifestyle, and has made me cut my usage of everything down.
It makes you evaluate yourself, to see if the lifestyle you live changes you, for better or worse. I know at least I get a little irritable occasionally, but I'm still not one to fight ever.
Anyway my 2 cents. Peace
dex