This is by far the weirdest trip I have ever had with anykind of drug, with that said:
Setting:
Who? ME, couple others but no trippers
What? One bottle of Vicks 44 with the green label
When? Last night(6/9/02)~7:00 PM
Where? Walking around hometown, friend A's car, friend B's house, & finally my house
Trip Report:
(holy shit, this is LONG)
To the best of my recollection this originally began around noon to one yesterday afternoon, I had just called in to work for my schedule, and I didn't work till tomorrow. This is the time that I got the idea for trippin when talking to friend B on the phone. I told her that I would buy her a bottle to pay for the one she bought me when I was sick, at this point she was down, but we had to wait until later cuz she had to eat dinner with her boyfriend(jackass A) and parents at 6. I was like "Cool," because it was too hot out anyways.
Moving on, it's about 1/4 to 7 and I decide to stop by her house to see if there's been a change of plan(her phone was busy). Luckily I went through the backyards and came out just in time to see her and jackass A drive down the street(jackass A thinks I'm trying to move in on friend B). So, it looks like I'm flying solo tonight, oh well, nothing I haven't done before.
I buy a bottle at the local drugstore, and quickly head home to consume within the privacy of my own home. After a while of sitting on my deck just staring at my sketchbook, I started to get that familiar feeling in my belly, and my parental units were soon to arrive, so I decided to take a walk.
I live in a nice suburban town, where there isn't much to do, so I just walk around admiring the weird stuff everyone puts on their lawns(gnomes, statues of little children, wind chimes, etc.), when I come across the local church's marquee. It poses the question, "Whose dirt are you?" Being the evil, Christ-hating, son-of-a-bitch that I am, I boldly proclaim, "I am my own dirt!" Why do people stare oddly when one simply proclaims ones thoughts outloud? I have a giggle at that and move on.
The town feels alot smaller than normal, and I feel like I could just hop from one block to another. I noticed that I have tremendous amounts of energy and a greater clarity of mind than I usually do at this stage in the trip.
When I'm almost home, friend A is driving by and pulls over for a chat(he's got nothing better to do). So, we're chillin passing stories, he talks about his car(yawn...), and I decide to move the topic to something more interesting. Over the last two days I had been experiencing non-stop deja-vu, I ask him if we ever figured out the cause of it? He says we didn't and I chuckle on the inside. Eventually, this talk of the occult leads, of course, to the NECRONOMICON. We enter the house and chill for about 5 minutes before I can think of an excuse to get the hell outta there(smokes) cuz I am definitely coming up, or down, or whatever, I was getting ROBOTIZED!
The ride was complete insanity, but fun in it's own special way. My friend's car is a black an neon green Acura Integra. Well, kinda black, it really only has black primer that has been half-sanded off, and the neon green stickers, don't even get me started. The whole time his breaks squeak cuz his rear pads are grinding the rotors, he's bumping St. Lunatics out of two 6X9's, and it appears that something's in the cold air intake cuz it kept making this funny noise when we were idling. The whole ride I've got my empty pack, money, and ID in a death grip. The convenient store is a blessing!
All the pretty drinks and candy bars look so delicious, but poor me only has money for smokes. Oh well, nothing gained, nothing lost. We leave and he drops me off at my house, I'm quite sure he was thoroughly weirded out by this point. As I walk in my backdoor I notice a little red blinking light on my caller ID, Yippeee! Friend B is going to save my sanity! I call her up in one of the more insane conversations of my life, she always gets me psyched when I'm robotrippin. She tells me to grab some Super Nintendo games and come over, I ask if she wants me to buy her a bottle and she declines. Okie-dokie!
I grab Donkey Kong Country and Super Mario Kart, and power walk over(now the town feels really big so I have to move faster or I'll take all night) I arrive and she answers the door dressed in PJ bottoms and a hoodie, holding a small book with "My dysfunctional life," on the cover. We have fun with this laughing at old answers and writing new ones, until the trip reaches a point where the words won't stay still. I smoke a couple cigarettes while she finishes, and we decide to go inside, but we have to be quiet, daddy's sleeping. She orders me to hook up the Super and I willingly oblige her command. She puts in Mario Kart... it doesn't work, she puts in Donkey Kong... it doesn't work, I start yelling at her about how she broke my Super and about how it worked at my house, she starts yelling at me to quit being such a stupid fucking asshole, and I tell her to shut the hell up and let me fix it. Oh, what fun! I try Donkey Kong again first... but it doesn't work. Then, I grab Mario Kart, perform the magic Nintendo cleansing ritual and... it works... BUT THERE'S ONLY ONE CONTROLLER. She immediately grabs it before I can act on my thought, damn dissociated body!
She begins playing the game and I yell at her for picking Yoshi instead of Toad, her argument is that Yoshi's green so he's the best, my argument is that Toad has a mushroom on his head so he's the best, but you know what? It doesn't matter, because SHE has the controller. Although it's impossible for me to be in a negative mood in my condition, I pretend to be mad at her, and start telling her that she's going to lose because she chose a stupid lizard. She comes back with a statement that almost did put me in a bad mood, "Well, you're going to lose in LIFE!"
At this I think, "Alright, I'm playing life, things aren't looking to good, what do I do?" Hit the reset button! I jam the button on the console, effectively putting an end to her race. SHE gets mad at ME!? All I did was push reset on a stupid game, not tell HER that SHE's worthless when SHE's tripping! The egocentricity of some people amazes me. She tells me that she's going to bed now, so I leave.
As I walk home I muse over the events of the evening with a dissociative comedy that's almost dysfunctional.
I get home & watch a little Dragonball, Goku is the coolest muthafucka you could ever possibly meet. I then sit on the computer, not really doing anything until about 3:30 AM.
I decide to go have a cigarette, and get up. I'm very clearl-headed by now and the trip's about up for the evening... But wait! As I step outside I notice that my vision isn't adapting to the darkness, there are big color splotches over everything. As I step out from under the deck it feels like something wants to hold me in the darkness, but I won't allow it, energy pours from my body illuminating everything around me. I look up into the sky, and...
the leaves are pink and purple and green and the branches keep moving and more leaves keep growing and the sky's getting further away and colors are over everything and then...
everything goes black. I am officially in the rabbit hole.
Then I remember: WORK!
Oh shit! I pull myself out by blinking a couple times; a little more than twelve hours before your shift is not a good time to go down the rabbit hole in my opinion.
The visuals just experienced are like no DXM visual I've previously encountered and they are the first open-eye I've had on DXM. It was very reminiscient(sp?) of LSD open-eye visuals, but a lot weirder due to the psychological skittishness of the drug.
I still don't know what to make of this trip, it's the first one I've had in about two months, but it seems that by gaining a mastery of my own personal habits and psyche, I have gained the ability to control my trip much more. Nobody, except friend B, knew that I was robotripping, and she didn't know until I told her. From a sober standpoint it was very fun, although I wish I hadn't made friend B so mad cuz the Super Nintendo was a blast. From a tripping standpoint I have no clue where to put this, compared to other trips this was just plain weird.
Setting:
Who? ME, couple others but no trippers
What? One bottle of Vicks 44 with the green label
When? Last night(6/9/02)~7:00 PM
Where? Walking around hometown, friend A's car, friend B's house, & finally my house
Trip Report:
(holy shit, this is LONG)
To the best of my recollection this originally began around noon to one yesterday afternoon, I had just called in to work for my schedule, and I didn't work till tomorrow. This is the time that I got the idea for trippin when talking to friend B on the phone. I told her that I would buy her a bottle to pay for the one she bought me when I was sick, at this point she was down, but we had to wait until later cuz she had to eat dinner with her boyfriend(jackass A) and parents at 6. I was like "Cool," because it was too hot out anyways.
Moving on, it's about 1/4 to 7 and I decide to stop by her house to see if there's been a change of plan(her phone was busy). Luckily I went through the backyards and came out just in time to see her and jackass A drive down the street(jackass A thinks I'm trying to move in on friend B). So, it looks like I'm flying solo tonight, oh well, nothing I haven't done before.
I buy a bottle at the local drugstore, and quickly head home to consume within the privacy of my own home. After a while of sitting on my deck just staring at my sketchbook, I started to get that familiar feeling in my belly, and my parental units were soon to arrive, so I decided to take a walk.
I live in a nice suburban town, where there isn't much to do, so I just walk around admiring the weird stuff everyone puts on their lawns(gnomes, statues of little children, wind chimes, etc.), when I come across the local church's marquee. It poses the question, "Whose dirt are you?" Being the evil, Christ-hating, son-of-a-bitch that I am, I boldly proclaim, "I am my own dirt!" Why do people stare oddly when one simply proclaims ones thoughts outloud? I have a giggle at that and move on.
The town feels alot smaller than normal, and I feel like I could just hop from one block to another. I noticed that I have tremendous amounts of energy and a greater clarity of mind than I usually do at this stage in the trip.
When I'm almost home, friend A is driving by and pulls over for a chat(he's got nothing better to do). So, we're chillin passing stories, he talks about his car(yawn...), and I decide to move the topic to something more interesting. Over the last two days I had been experiencing non-stop deja-vu, I ask him if we ever figured out the cause of it? He says we didn't and I chuckle on the inside. Eventually, this talk of the occult leads, of course, to the NECRONOMICON. We enter the house and chill for about 5 minutes before I can think of an excuse to get the hell outta there(smokes) cuz I am definitely coming up, or down, or whatever, I was getting ROBOTIZED!
The ride was complete insanity, but fun in it's own special way. My friend's car is a black an neon green Acura Integra. Well, kinda black, it really only has black primer that has been half-sanded off, and the neon green stickers, don't even get me started. The whole time his breaks squeak cuz his rear pads are grinding the rotors, he's bumping St. Lunatics out of two 6X9's, and it appears that something's in the cold air intake cuz it kept making this funny noise when we were idling. The whole ride I've got my empty pack, money, and ID in a death grip. The convenient store is a blessing!
All the pretty drinks and candy bars look so delicious, but poor me only has money for smokes. Oh well, nothing gained, nothing lost. We leave and he drops me off at my house, I'm quite sure he was thoroughly weirded out by this point. As I walk in my backdoor I notice a little red blinking light on my caller ID, Yippeee! Friend B is going to save my sanity! I call her up in one of the more insane conversations of my life, she always gets me psyched when I'm robotrippin. She tells me to grab some Super Nintendo games and come over, I ask if she wants me to buy her a bottle and she declines. Okie-dokie!
I grab Donkey Kong Country and Super Mario Kart, and power walk over(now the town feels really big so I have to move faster or I'll take all night) I arrive and she answers the door dressed in PJ bottoms and a hoodie, holding a small book with "My dysfunctional life," on the cover. We have fun with this laughing at old answers and writing new ones, until the trip reaches a point where the words won't stay still. I smoke a couple cigarettes while she finishes, and we decide to go inside, but we have to be quiet, daddy's sleeping. She orders me to hook up the Super and I willingly oblige her command. She puts in Mario Kart... it doesn't work, she puts in Donkey Kong... it doesn't work, I start yelling at her about how she broke my Super and about how it worked at my house, she starts yelling at me to quit being such a stupid fucking asshole, and I tell her to shut the hell up and let me fix it. Oh, what fun! I try Donkey Kong again first... but it doesn't work. Then, I grab Mario Kart, perform the magic Nintendo cleansing ritual and... it works... BUT THERE'S ONLY ONE CONTROLLER. She immediately grabs it before I can act on my thought, damn dissociated body!
She begins playing the game and I yell at her for picking Yoshi instead of Toad, her argument is that Yoshi's green so he's the best, my argument is that Toad has a mushroom on his head so he's the best, but you know what? It doesn't matter, because SHE has the controller. Although it's impossible for me to be in a negative mood in my condition, I pretend to be mad at her, and start telling her that she's going to lose because she chose a stupid lizard. She comes back with a statement that almost did put me in a bad mood, "Well, you're going to lose in LIFE!"
At this I think, "Alright, I'm playing life, things aren't looking to good, what do I do?" Hit the reset button! I jam the button on the console, effectively putting an end to her race. SHE gets mad at ME!? All I did was push reset on a stupid game, not tell HER that SHE's worthless when SHE's tripping! The egocentricity of some people amazes me. She tells me that she's going to bed now, so I leave.
As I walk home I muse over the events of the evening with a dissociative comedy that's almost dysfunctional.
I get home & watch a little Dragonball, Goku is the coolest muthafucka you could ever possibly meet. I then sit on the computer, not really doing anything until about 3:30 AM.
I decide to go have a cigarette, and get up. I'm very clearl-headed by now and the trip's about up for the evening... But wait! As I step outside I notice that my vision isn't adapting to the darkness, there are big color splotches over everything. As I step out from under the deck it feels like something wants to hold me in the darkness, but I won't allow it, energy pours from my body illuminating everything around me. I look up into the sky, and...
the leaves are pink and purple and green and the branches keep moving and more leaves keep growing and the sky's getting further away and colors are over everything and then...
everything goes black. I am officially in the rabbit hole.
Then I remember: WORK!
Oh shit! I pull myself out by blinking a couple times; a little more than twelve hours before your shift is not a good time to go down the rabbit hole in my opinion.
The visuals just experienced are like no DXM visual I've previously encountered and they are the first open-eye I've had on DXM. It was very reminiscient(sp?) of LSD open-eye visuals, but a lot weirder due to the psychological skittishness of the drug.
I still don't know what to make of this trip, it's the first one I've had in about two months, but it seems that by gaining a mastery of my own personal habits and psyche, I have gained the ability to control my trip much more. Nobody, except friend B, knew that I was robotripping, and she didn't know until I told her. From a sober standpoint it was very fun, although I wish I hadn't made friend B so mad cuz the Super Nintendo was a blast. From a tripping standpoint I have no clue where to put this, compared to other trips this was just plain weird.
