tripping balls in a bad place
I have had two fucking horrible trips. It all started when i was at work...hence the title "tripping balls in a bad place". I was working security in a real desolate area and my shift started at 8:00 PM and ended at 6:00 AM. I was usually alone, but this night, i had 3 of my friends come and chill cuz we had all thrown in on a bunch of blotters. while each of the people i was with were eating one blotter, waiting 2 hours and then eating another one, i ate 4 and a half all at once, and to somebody whose only tripped on acid several times...yea i was in for it. Everything started out pretty fuckin funny, we were all laughing our asses off, waving ciggarettes in front of our faces and letting things start to happen. One thing led to another and everything started getting really, really loud and annoying...to where i was screaming at the top of my lungs at my best friends, telling them to shut the fuck up and all this. Everyone started seperately going nuts, we were all on different planets (me being the furthest away). Soon enough, a police officer shows up, asking us all kinds of crazy questions like "why are you guys here?" "what are you doing?" "what's in the cooler?" why is your friend in the middle of the street in a lawn chair? I am standing no farther than a foot away from the driver's side window of the cop car, trying to explain that i was running security and i was actually doing a pretty good job, considering that my heart was pounding soooo fast and this cop's face was growing and shrinking a vivid green beard, his eyes were acting like spinning globes, and his hand that was chillin on the car door had fingers that would stretch and reach the ground...which was waving profusely. ok, so while i was explaining what i was doing, my buddy that was sitting in the lawn chair in the middle of the road, starts looking around all crazy (he definitely looked like he was trippin) and he starts shouting "DUDE, WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?" over and over again...i knew we were FUCKED...or atleast i was. The cop looks at me for a solid 5 seconds, then looks at my other buddy for another 5 seconds, and says "...umm...you guys have a good night, be safe..." i couldnt believe it. you would have thought things got better after the cop left, but they didnt...i was still so pissed at everyone i was with because they were all soooo incontrolable. the kid in the lawn chair pissed his pants because he thought nothing was real, his cousin kept phrasing and re-phrasing how he pissed himself and its all i heard for the rest of the night. somehow we all ended up at denny's around 7:00 AM and everything was alright, i was still trippin tho.
The other trip wasnt as bad, but it was under the influence of approx. 10-11 hits of blotter. to make a long story short, i was the only person tripping in a group of 12-15 people.
Acid is a very powerful thing...i wouldnt even call it a drug, cuz its just crazy. Ive watched grown men curl into the fetal position and cry harder than ive heard anyone cry...or scream for that matter, begging God to "make it stop, please make it stop". The only thing you can really do is ride the fuckin roller coaster man...you asked for crazy, and now you'll fuckin get crazy