This was over two years ago, but was a very formative drug experience that was a stepping stone for other trip experiences that helped lead to a balanced, sustainable life of being humble n' poor n' happy with Swim's lot in life.
Before taking DXM Swim was a very visceral alcoholic, pot smoking pharmer who was heavy into Nirvana, Illuminatus, William S Burroughs, HST, The Mothers of Invention, and RC's (mainly 2-CI). Swim was more than a little lost in life and quoted Discordian propaganda/Invader Zim/Fear and Loathing on the Campaign trail heavily to escape his menial existence as a deliverer of pizzas. Swim went on a road trip with "Kevin" to visit a friend, "Bob" who was going into the military for the money (something Swim adamantly disagreed with and continues to facetiously call his friend a "baby killer" for his life choices).
Bob, Kevin, and Swim were looking for kicks, but realized that any of the old school kicks (MDMA, 2-CI, etc.) would show up on Bob's forthcoming drug test. Kevin suggested DXM and the game was afoot. Each person went to a separate pharmacy (Haha, Swim knows, this sounds very young and dorky) to get more than enough DXM for a breakthrough experience, 400 mgs each.
Everyone waited until Bob's grandparents went to sleep to bust out the glory of the prize and consumed. Oh how everyone consumed! Swim began to feel tingly within five minutes, "a body reaction this quick?!" Swim thought, excited out of his wee gourd. Everybody was watching ATHF on a 42" plasma when pop up screens started appearing outside of the TV. Swim got a big shit eating grin on his face and knew that it was going to get on top of him FAST (a pleasant feeling for a chaotic individual).
Then, unexpectedly, Bob's grandpa popped out of his bedroom and came to check out the noise; as Swim assumed any 70+ year old listening to ATHF probably would. In Swim's mind he became a bobblehead and Swim couldn't help but fall back (Swim was sitting on the floor) completely overwhelmed. Swim shrank to the size of an action figure and he looked down at Swim, asking if Swim was alright. "Yeah, just a little tired" Swim answered with a straight face, imagining his pupils to be the size of dimes considering how twacked Swim was. His grandpa disappeared back to the bedroom with no protests or concerns. "He probably won't remember," Bob commented "he has Alzheimer's."
The word Alzheimer's triggered a flood of thought about Swim's theories on chaos and human lifespan/action, and how he was uncertain if humans had ever built anything lasting/worth commenting on in the history of civilization. Just then, the ceiling expanded in height, producing many bizarre angles of different materials, like a moving/expanding transformer puzzle of geometric tessellations. At first out of stone and clay, then wood and stained glass. The walls were vivid abstract expressionist oil paintings. Swim realized that despite the cyclical nature of civilizations peaking and decaying, that our architecture (based on simple mathematics) and arts (based on the ephemeral, emotions) outlast our imperfect natures. That there was a glue of good faith that produced grand cathedrals, monasteries, hospitals, observatories, sculpture, etc..
Swim rematerialized into his normal scale/mindset and said "whoa" 8) . Twelve minutes had passed. Kevin asked if anyone wanted to go for a smoke, everyone agreed. On the way out Bob threw up and Swim thought he threw up but realized he didn't. Bob went to the backyard to clear his head and Kevin and Swim talked about Swim's experience. Kevin, who'd done DXM before said he'd never had any experience like that, and was profoundly happy for Swim. They both attended to Bob and helped him through a period of "dark tripping" before he went to sleep, assuring Kevin and Swim he was ok. Swim drank two glasses of water and fell asleep grateful and somewhat overwhelmed but more aware of his place in the universe.
Before taking DXM Swim was a very visceral alcoholic, pot smoking pharmer who was heavy into Nirvana, Illuminatus, William S Burroughs, HST, The Mothers of Invention, and RC's (mainly 2-CI). Swim was more than a little lost in life and quoted Discordian propaganda/Invader Zim/Fear and Loathing on the Campaign trail heavily to escape his menial existence as a deliverer of pizzas. Swim went on a road trip with "Kevin" to visit a friend, "Bob" who was going into the military for the money (something Swim adamantly disagreed with and continues to facetiously call his friend a "baby killer" for his life choices).
Bob, Kevin, and Swim were looking for kicks, but realized that any of the old school kicks (MDMA, 2-CI, etc.) would show up on Bob's forthcoming drug test. Kevin suggested DXM and the game was afoot. Each person went to a separate pharmacy (Haha, Swim knows, this sounds very young and dorky) to get more than enough DXM for a breakthrough experience, 400 mgs each.
Everyone waited until Bob's grandparents went to sleep to bust out the glory of the prize and consumed. Oh how everyone consumed! Swim began to feel tingly within five minutes, "a body reaction this quick?!" Swim thought, excited out of his wee gourd. Everybody was watching ATHF on a 42" plasma when pop up screens started appearing outside of the TV. Swim got a big shit eating grin on his face and knew that it was going to get on top of him FAST (a pleasant feeling for a chaotic individual).
Then, unexpectedly, Bob's grandpa popped out of his bedroom and came to check out the noise; as Swim assumed any 70+ year old listening to ATHF probably would. In Swim's mind he became a bobblehead and Swim couldn't help but fall back (Swim was sitting on the floor) completely overwhelmed. Swim shrank to the size of an action figure and he looked down at Swim, asking if Swim was alright. "Yeah, just a little tired" Swim answered with a straight face, imagining his pupils to be the size of dimes considering how twacked Swim was. His grandpa disappeared back to the bedroom with no protests or concerns. "He probably won't remember," Bob commented "he has Alzheimer's."
The word Alzheimer's triggered a flood of thought about Swim's theories on chaos and human lifespan/action, and how he was uncertain if humans had ever built anything lasting/worth commenting on in the history of civilization. Just then, the ceiling expanded in height, producing many bizarre angles of different materials, like a moving/expanding transformer puzzle of geometric tessellations. At first out of stone and clay, then wood and stained glass. The walls were vivid abstract expressionist oil paintings. Swim realized that despite the cyclical nature of civilizations peaking and decaying, that our architecture (based on simple mathematics) and arts (based on the ephemeral, emotions) outlast our imperfect natures. That there was a glue of good faith that produced grand cathedrals, monasteries, hospitals, observatories, sculpture, etc..
Swim rematerialized into his normal scale/mindset and said "whoa" 8) . Twelve minutes had passed. Kevin asked if anyone wanted to go for a smoke, everyone agreed. On the way out Bob threw up and Swim thought he threw up but realized he didn't. Bob went to the backyard to clear his head and Kevin and Swim talked about Swim's experience. Kevin, who'd done DXM before said he'd never had any experience like that, and was profoundly happy for Swim. They both attended to Bob and helped him through a period of "dark tripping" before he went to sleep, assuring Kevin and Swim he was ok. Swim drank two glasses of water and fell asleep grateful and somewhat overwhelmed but more aware of his place in the universe.
