Story time,bare with me,and sorry that its longIt started with me at this underground rave in downtown LA around south central ( I know,it sounds bad,but it wasn't ghetto),and my friend had sold me 2 rolls(come to find out after the trip they were methylone) and I planned on doing tabs if I could find them. My friend/tripsitter is a common tripper who has done acid more times than he can count,and after searching the rave for me,found someone with some tabs,and picked up 6. he took 2 and I took 1. Within about 30 minutes I asked for another one and he gave it to me. By an hour,I was frying but wanted a 3rd. so he took his 3rd and gave me a 3rd as well. My friend was telling me this is the most visual acid hes ever taken(this is only my 3rd time doing acid,on other occasions only taking 1 tab). I remember during the rave,there was this person who was a vetaran from the iraq war and he was really FUBAR and was telling me graphic war stories even though I told him I was frying. Skip ahead about 5 hours. Its the end of the rave,about 4:45-5am,and my friend and I are still peaking on the tabs,my roll was gone but he had taken mollys and still felt good,while I was spiraling down into my own mental hell. As we drove to leave the rave,every 5-10 minutes I'd see us pass the rave again, and I'd question it but my friend wouldnt say anything about it. Then as we got on the freeway,I started to say "do you need the map?" and hed say no,but I'd keep asking if he needed the map or if we were lost every 30 seconds it seemed. At one point,I told him " I know whats going on.... just stop.... please stop...". I'd come to the conclusion that I had passed away and that hell was a recurring loop of a bad situation. Upon returning to where we were staying (a college campus) we returned to the room only to find that my friend and I were the only ones there ( come to find others were home,just asleep). Everyone I talked to had " ^ " shaped eyebrows and had pupils that filled their entire eye,as well as hearing things they weren't saying. At one point my friend offered me a bong hit and I took it,but it didn't even phase me,(I live in california,and he is a medical patient,he had a bowl with herb and 60 / g hash on it). We sat there listening to music and he put on deadmau5's "ghosts n stuff" (lol,this really made me think I was dead) so I decided itd be best to just lay down and try to sleep it off. every time I would lay down on the couch, within 30 seconds I'd pop back up,and start my outbursts of "How do I get out of this...?!" at one point,contemplating suicide because I had been hearing "wake up! come on, wake up!" being said by multiple people,thinking I was unconscious at the rave. I almost forgot the most important part x.x I had been forcefully trying to call my dad because I thought I needed to call him to end the trip,so as I tried doing it,my friends took my phone and kept it from me,but a few times I had actually dialed the number and it rang,one time he even picked up x.x but they hung up. Also,sometime while I was peaking I called 411 asking to speak with my dad haha,when they asked me to spell his last name,(lets pretend its Para) So I said "Para with a P" and my friends had started laughing uncontrollably as they took the phone from my hands because they thought I was talking to a machine instead of an operator.
