IAmTheWalrus
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so i did acid for the first time unexpectedly. one friday night last march, my friend d (who was living with me) had just gotten paid and bought like twenty hits of acid from one of his friends. so he hooked me, my brother, and another of of his friends j for free.
it was everyones first time except j. j and d (against j's recommendation) took five, while my brother and i only took one hit each. after we took the acid, we decided to go for a walk. i forget now where we were walking to. but on the way back is when i started to feel high. i was already high from smoking weed earlier, so it was hard to tell when the weed high ended and the acid high began. i got on the pegs of j's bike and watched sparks fly off of his cigarette in amazement. suddenly, d looked at us kind of angry and pushed j's bike. little did we know, this was only the beginning of d's psychotic behavior.
we reached the convenient store by my house and j walked in to grab a pack of cigs. d went in after hime, and flung the glass door open, hitting an atm machine. the little indian guy behind the counter started yelling "are you drunk? you been drinking?" at d who looked like a cornered animal against one of the racks of candy. the indian guy yelled for us to get out, so i left because i was starting to get scared. usually, i would just laugh or not care, but i was starting to feel paranoid as hell. from the outside, my brother and i watched the little indian man chase d out of the store. when j emerged, we all quickly left the scene and returned to my house.
we were sitting in my room and listening to music when my moms friend opens the door yelling at d, "you stole my beer! what the fuck? why didnt you ask?" (d really hadnt had anything to drink all night at this point) she bitched at him, scaring the shit out of him while i just tried to figure out what was going on. (it turned out, my mom drank her last beer)she left the room and we decided to change rooms.
in my brothers room, d flipped out. he started counting his money over and over again. this was no easy feat for him considering he had 2 or 3 hundred dollars in small bills and was completely messed up. then he would count his acid, weight his bud, give us each a suspicious look, and then proceed to count his money again. between counting, d managed to alternate between smoking weed and cigarettes. we smoked at least four or five bowls in a row, but it seemed to have no effect on me. we all started to catch on to d's paranoia and were asking him what was wrong. we would ask him what was wrong and then he would say in a startled voice, "why? is something wrong?" and then i would get confused, and think to myself, "is something wrong?...oh, yeah, d's freaking out. why?" then i would ask again and he would count his acid again or something. eventually, it was me, my brother, j and our other friend t circling him asking what happened, why was he counting his stuff. i look back now and realize how badly we handled the situation. cornering a person who is in his condiution is not the best thing to do. he just sat there, bouncing his leg on the ground and running his hands through his hair. the term "a bird whos feathers have been ruffled" comes to mind when i think of him that night.
when he was satisfied with all of his counting, he gave t some acid.
we all sat in the room in silence, smoking bowl after bowl of weed. i stared at my brothers curtains. they were fucked up. he has horizontal blinds on his windows, but then there was an orange and blue blanklet tangled around the curtain rod at the top, hanging down low in some aprts. this confused and interested me. the colors on the blanket would switch and fade in and out. it was really strange.
then i got a phone call from t, who had apparently left at some point. (from what i was told later, i gathered that he got all fucked up on acid, called his guy to pick him up. his guy came, brought him home, where he flipped out more) everyone was baffled. "when did t leave? is he at home? how did he get there?"
d handed the phone to me and told me to handle "the situation". t was freaking out, sounded like he was in tears. he told me that he couldnt handle this and that he was scared. i tried to piece together the story of his departure, but failed and instead told him to chill, the feeling would go away soon, and not to tell his dad. between consoling him, i was simultaneously utterly baffled and amused. it was so funny.
thats when everything got really funny. i was just laughing my ass off for no reason at everything, as i later discovered i would do everytime i did acid. around 2 am, i went to bed, even though i wasnt at all tired but i had to go to work early the next morning. as i lay in my bed in the dark, shadows from headlights outside danced against the walls and frightened me. i refrained from panicing and managed to fall asleep.
the next morning i felt a little odd, but was sober enough to go to work.
acid's fun, but i have never done more than one hit at a time, and would like to try it again in a higher dose. lately, its been very scarce, so i may have to wait before i can do that again.
it was everyones first time except j. j and d (against j's recommendation) took five, while my brother and i only took one hit each. after we took the acid, we decided to go for a walk. i forget now where we were walking to. but on the way back is when i started to feel high. i was already high from smoking weed earlier, so it was hard to tell when the weed high ended and the acid high began. i got on the pegs of j's bike and watched sparks fly off of his cigarette in amazement. suddenly, d looked at us kind of angry and pushed j's bike. little did we know, this was only the beginning of d's psychotic behavior.
we reached the convenient store by my house and j walked in to grab a pack of cigs. d went in after hime, and flung the glass door open, hitting an atm machine. the little indian guy behind the counter started yelling "are you drunk? you been drinking?" at d who looked like a cornered animal against one of the racks of candy. the indian guy yelled for us to get out, so i left because i was starting to get scared. usually, i would just laugh or not care, but i was starting to feel paranoid as hell. from the outside, my brother and i watched the little indian man chase d out of the store. when j emerged, we all quickly left the scene and returned to my house.
we were sitting in my room and listening to music when my moms friend opens the door yelling at d, "you stole my beer! what the fuck? why didnt you ask?" (d really hadnt had anything to drink all night at this point) she bitched at him, scaring the shit out of him while i just tried to figure out what was going on. (it turned out, my mom drank her last beer)she left the room and we decided to change rooms.
in my brothers room, d flipped out. he started counting his money over and over again. this was no easy feat for him considering he had 2 or 3 hundred dollars in small bills and was completely messed up. then he would count his acid, weight his bud, give us each a suspicious look, and then proceed to count his money again. between counting, d managed to alternate between smoking weed and cigarettes. we smoked at least four or five bowls in a row, but it seemed to have no effect on me. we all started to catch on to d's paranoia and were asking him what was wrong. we would ask him what was wrong and then he would say in a startled voice, "why? is something wrong?" and then i would get confused, and think to myself, "is something wrong?...oh, yeah, d's freaking out. why?" then i would ask again and he would count his acid again or something. eventually, it was me, my brother, j and our other friend t circling him asking what happened, why was he counting his stuff. i look back now and realize how badly we handled the situation. cornering a person who is in his condiution is not the best thing to do. he just sat there, bouncing his leg on the ground and running his hands through his hair. the term "a bird whos feathers have been ruffled" comes to mind when i think of him that night.
when he was satisfied with all of his counting, he gave t some acid.
we all sat in the room in silence, smoking bowl after bowl of weed. i stared at my brothers curtains. they were fucked up. he has horizontal blinds on his windows, but then there was an orange and blue blanklet tangled around the curtain rod at the top, hanging down low in some aprts. this confused and interested me. the colors on the blanket would switch and fade in and out. it was really strange.
then i got a phone call from t, who had apparently left at some point. (from what i was told later, i gathered that he got all fucked up on acid, called his guy to pick him up. his guy came, brought him home, where he flipped out more) everyone was baffled. "when did t leave? is he at home? how did he get there?"
d handed the phone to me and told me to handle "the situation". t was freaking out, sounded like he was in tears. he told me that he couldnt handle this and that he was scared. i tried to piece together the story of his departure, but failed and instead told him to chill, the feeling would go away soon, and not to tell his dad. between consoling him, i was simultaneously utterly baffled and amused. it was so funny.
thats when everything got really funny. i was just laughing my ass off for no reason at everything, as i later discovered i would do everytime i did acid. around 2 am, i went to bed, even though i wasnt at all tired but i had to go to work early the next morning. as i lay in my bed in the dark, shadows from headlights outside danced against the walls and frightened me. i refrained from panicing and managed to fall asleep.
the next morning i felt a little odd, but was sober enough to go to work.
acid's fun, but i have never done more than one hit at a time, and would like to try it again in a higher dose. lately, its been very scarce, so i may have to wait before i can do that again.
