DnBZEOTi
Bluelighter
AMT - 36 hours of police and breathing
I think it was July or August 2002, my friend [blank] gave me a nicely filled capsule of AMT [this was when it was legal in Indy], and i did the usual thing i do when i trip, make it as heavy as possible. Gallon of orange juice and about thirty, 500mg vitamin c pills.
I sat in my basement room and watched as colours changed and the walls breathed. I was feeling very good through the first four hours. So during the fifth, i smoked a bong, bowl, joint, and a blunt. It was going so nicely that i wanted to see what was on the nature channel of Fishers, so i took a walk. it was past midnight, and i was 17. It was the night before a festival slash parade at the local Fishers park. i was wearing a bondage straight jacket kinda shirt with the word "rotten" on the chest, and a pair of very baggy pants. the kinda of person who was looked upon as a freak and a person who did a lot of drugs, as i walked onto the parking lot coming out of the tiny wooded area, a light was shown upon me and a feeling of panic struck my body.
A local PD officer drove the 75 feet to me and i froze. The officer got out of his car and proceed to ask me why i was here and what was i doing out so late. I guess he thought i was over 18 because he didnt ask for my ID even though i didnt look it and i was smoking a cigg. he wasnt to worried about my appearance, and seemed to like my company since he was the only one there. I think his name was Ed and he was between 50 and 60 years old. Nice man, i hafta give cool cops there props. He smoked a wooden sherlock pipe of some nice vanilla tabacco, what kind i'm not sure, didnt bother to ask.
I sat next to the grill of his auto and smoked the rest of my ciggarette, talking about the weather, and how we dont really look at nature any more. He probably thought i was a smart out-cast that liked walks. While i was sitting there letting the panic subside. Out of the corner of my eye his head grew about twice the size. Didnt really bother me, i mean i was trippin balls. It only freaked me out when his whole body melted like a candle very quick-like. I couldnt see him anymore, but he was still talking, i looked away to shake this hallucination, when i looked back he still wasnt there. I wondered what the penalty for making an officer invisable was. I shook that thought from my head when i remembered "Oh yea, AMT dumb ass".
A few seconds later i felt a tap on my shoulder and i jumped, scared shit less. "woa there skip, its just me" it was the officer, apparently he had walked to his car to check in. He told me it was getting late and i should get home. He offered me a ride, but i nicely declined. [being in a cop car high freaks me the fuck out, let alone trippin] So i walked the half mile home relieved to close my door in one piece, reaching my climax about 6 hours later.
Durring my climax i was watching Golden Girls i think. i knew it was in colour, but i saw it in black and white. The only part wierd about the show was this semi-short woman... black and white head and body, but pink hair, bright fucking pink hair! Thats when the tracers kicked in, she walked from the door she entered from to the table, around the table to the phone, to a door to the living room, to the table again. Not to odd you say? As she walked her pink hair left a solid trail, it didnt fade though, it stayed untill the camera went to another shot.
I decided the tv show would freak me out so i changed it... to the weather channel. It was going to rain, lots of highs and lows. [if i ever trip again thats exactly what i am watching if it is available] the 12" tv didnt exist any more just the screen that bled in all sorts of directions. I touched a few of the drips and licked my finger, they tasted like oranges. So i drank the rest of my orange juice and 10 more vit. C's. the 18 ours after that are kinda fuzzy. i know i went to school. but i dont remember any details other than i was offered BZP for $10.i didnt buy any that day but i did a while after that. closer to the end of school that next year. But that story is for later.
[Added paragraphs -Splatt]
I think it was July or August 2002, my friend [blank] gave me a nicely filled capsule of AMT [this was when it was legal in Indy], and i did the usual thing i do when i trip, make it as heavy as possible. Gallon of orange juice and about thirty, 500mg vitamin c pills.
I sat in my basement room and watched as colours changed and the walls breathed. I was feeling very good through the first four hours. So during the fifth, i smoked a bong, bowl, joint, and a blunt. It was going so nicely that i wanted to see what was on the nature channel of Fishers, so i took a walk. it was past midnight, and i was 17. It was the night before a festival slash parade at the local Fishers park. i was wearing a bondage straight jacket kinda shirt with the word "rotten" on the chest, and a pair of very baggy pants. the kinda of person who was looked upon as a freak and a person who did a lot of drugs, as i walked onto the parking lot coming out of the tiny wooded area, a light was shown upon me and a feeling of panic struck my body.
A local PD officer drove the 75 feet to me and i froze. The officer got out of his car and proceed to ask me why i was here and what was i doing out so late. I guess he thought i was over 18 because he didnt ask for my ID even though i didnt look it and i was smoking a cigg. he wasnt to worried about my appearance, and seemed to like my company since he was the only one there. I think his name was Ed and he was between 50 and 60 years old. Nice man, i hafta give cool cops there props. He smoked a wooden sherlock pipe of some nice vanilla tabacco, what kind i'm not sure, didnt bother to ask.
I sat next to the grill of his auto and smoked the rest of my ciggarette, talking about the weather, and how we dont really look at nature any more. He probably thought i was a smart out-cast that liked walks. While i was sitting there letting the panic subside. Out of the corner of my eye his head grew about twice the size. Didnt really bother me, i mean i was trippin balls. It only freaked me out when his whole body melted like a candle very quick-like. I couldnt see him anymore, but he was still talking, i looked away to shake this hallucination, when i looked back he still wasnt there. I wondered what the penalty for making an officer invisable was. I shook that thought from my head when i remembered "Oh yea, AMT dumb ass".
A few seconds later i felt a tap on my shoulder and i jumped, scared shit less. "woa there skip, its just me" it was the officer, apparently he had walked to his car to check in. He told me it was getting late and i should get home. He offered me a ride, but i nicely declined. [being in a cop car high freaks me the fuck out, let alone trippin] So i walked the half mile home relieved to close my door in one piece, reaching my climax about 6 hours later.
Durring my climax i was watching Golden Girls i think. i knew it was in colour, but i saw it in black and white. The only part wierd about the show was this semi-short woman... black and white head and body, but pink hair, bright fucking pink hair! Thats when the tracers kicked in, she walked from the door she entered from to the table, around the table to the phone, to a door to the living room, to the table again. Not to odd you say? As she walked her pink hair left a solid trail, it didnt fade though, it stayed untill the camera went to another shot.
I decided the tv show would freak me out so i changed it... to the weather channel. It was going to rain, lots of highs and lows. [if i ever trip again thats exactly what i am watching if it is available] the 12" tv didnt exist any more just the screen that bled in all sorts of directions. I touched a few of the drips and licked my finger, they tasted like oranges. So i drank the rest of my orange juice and 10 more vit. C's. the 18 ours after that are kinda fuzzy. i know i went to school. but i dont remember any details other than i was offered BZP for $10.i didnt buy any that day but i did a while after that. closer to the end of school that next year. But that story is for later.
[Added paragraphs -Splatt]
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