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This is my first trip report, and it's about a month overdue. I felt compelled to make one because of how profound my experience was. A month later, I still look back and think wow what a nutty party.
So I live on the westside of detroit. Just out of reach from the dearborn police, but far enough out we don't see many detroit police. People are starting to show up, and I call a friend about some acid. She tells me her boy is on his way with some, and that its A1. I meet the man, and we start talking. He is already on another planet when he arrives judging from the size of his pupils. I didn't have a pair of scissors to correctly snip the 3 hits I sought, so he decides to rip it with his hands. As he tears I see clearly the lines drawn to mark each individual hit, and theres about six hits on the piece. He gives me a funny look, and says "Fuck it, have fun man!". I gave him the money for the 3 and stick all 6 in my mouth. I know whats gonna happen. I have done acid many times before. I didn't realize just how potent this stuff is though.
About an hour later, the party is hoppin. I'm starting to feel a little silly when my roomate yells "Everyone outside! Time for a fire!" Now this is detroit city limits, and yesterday was devils night, this could turn out bad. Somehow our old couch ends up on the fire and it grows HUGE. Sure enough about 15 minutes later there are firemen and police everywhere. Thankfully they didnt shut down the party and just put the fire out. I thank the many sexy girls in skimpy halloween costumes for this. I'm trippin balls at this point and the firemen are hangin out shootin the shit with me and my friends. Buncha crazy white kids with huge pupils, drinking junglejuice out of a nascar gascan, and a dj bumpin downstairs, this was the party everyone was gonna talk about.
A few minutes later I'm back inside talking to my friend whom introduced me to the magic man. We are both chillin and she tells me that he also just scored a bunch of ketamine from canada and that it too is very good stuff. Me being the curious little druggie I am was very excited to hear this. I have read alot about, and wanted to try ketamine very badly. So I end up buying about 7 ten dollar bags of crystalline special K. I then blew a nice little line and was eminently rocketed to a place I have never been before. The next 4-5 hours consisted of me falling over laughing hysterically at the crazy people drifting around my house. Oscar the grouch was blowin dubies in the living room. Jesus and Dexter in his blood spatter suit were running around chuggin beers together. Teen wolf was yelling at the black magician from final fantasy to shut the fuck up and stop being so lame. Fuckin black magician was getting on my nerves too.
At some point in the night, all the costumes went away. The astronaughts, wyatt earp, and zangeif were all the same.. I try to focus on my friends and they just melt into the same generic looking being. Like layers of wax slowly melting and protruding backwards forming the face of a strange creature with some sort of pointy beak. Information being passed along in the form of normal conversation seemed to be something real, like a presence that manifested and drifted through the room. I felt as if it was flowing through me and I could manipulate it with my own obscure thoughts. All the bright reds from the gory costumes and fake blood began to fill my peripheral vision and at times was very overwhelming. I felt as if the universe was mine to control, simply by distorting space and time at the correct timing. Touching and feeling my hallucinations to the beat of the music let me conduct, and orchestrate my reality. Like the secret of the jedi's as nerdy as that sounds. I was one with the force.
Haloween made it so good. I imagine doing that at a normal party would be a horribly bad idea. With so many good costumes though it was hard to take anything seriously, so it helped me enjoy my trip much more. All in all, it was the most profound experience I have ever had.
So I live on the westside of detroit. Just out of reach from the dearborn police, but far enough out we don't see many detroit police. People are starting to show up, and I call a friend about some acid. She tells me her boy is on his way with some, and that its A1. I meet the man, and we start talking. He is already on another planet when he arrives judging from the size of his pupils. I didn't have a pair of scissors to correctly snip the 3 hits I sought, so he decides to rip it with his hands. As he tears I see clearly the lines drawn to mark each individual hit, and theres about six hits on the piece. He gives me a funny look, and says "Fuck it, have fun man!". I gave him the money for the 3 and stick all 6 in my mouth. I know whats gonna happen. I have done acid many times before. I didn't realize just how potent this stuff is though.
About an hour later, the party is hoppin. I'm starting to feel a little silly when my roomate yells "Everyone outside! Time for a fire!" Now this is detroit city limits, and yesterday was devils night, this could turn out bad. Somehow our old couch ends up on the fire and it grows HUGE. Sure enough about 15 minutes later there are firemen and police everywhere. Thankfully they didnt shut down the party and just put the fire out. I thank the many sexy girls in skimpy halloween costumes for this. I'm trippin balls at this point and the firemen are hangin out shootin the shit with me and my friends. Buncha crazy white kids with huge pupils, drinking junglejuice out of a nascar gascan, and a dj bumpin downstairs, this was the party everyone was gonna talk about.
A few minutes later I'm back inside talking to my friend whom introduced me to the magic man. We are both chillin and she tells me that he also just scored a bunch of ketamine from canada and that it too is very good stuff. Me being the curious little druggie I am was very excited to hear this. I have read alot about, and wanted to try ketamine very badly. So I end up buying about 7 ten dollar bags of crystalline special K. I then blew a nice little line and was eminently rocketed to a place I have never been before. The next 4-5 hours consisted of me falling over laughing hysterically at the crazy people drifting around my house. Oscar the grouch was blowin dubies in the living room. Jesus and Dexter in his blood spatter suit were running around chuggin beers together. Teen wolf was yelling at the black magician from final fantasy to shut the fuck up and stop being so lame. Fuckin black magician was getting on my nerves too.
At some point in the night, all the costumes went away. The astronaughts, wyatt earp, and zangeif were all the same.. I try to focus on my friends and they just melt into the same generic looking being. Like layers of wax slowly melting and protruding backwards forming the face of a strange creature with some sort of pointy beak. Information being passed along in the form of normal conversation seemed to be something real, like a presence that manifested and drifted through the room. I felt as if it was flowing through me and I could manipulate it with my own obscure thoughts. All the bright reds from the gory costumes and fake blood began to fill my peripheral vision and at times was very overwhelming. I felt as if the universe was mine to control, simply by distorting space and time at the correct timing. Touching and feeling my hallucinations to the beat of the music let me conduct, and orchestrate my reality. Like the secret of the jedi's as nerdy as that sounds. I was one with the force.
Haloween made it so good. I imagine doing that at a normal party would be a horribly bad idea. With so many good costumes though it was hard to take anything seriously, so it helped me enjoy my trip much more. All in all, it was the most profound experience I have ever had.
