I had planned to trip with X for quite a while, after having obtained some very strong acid tested only once before. I knew it was strong (about 2x as regular), but I also knew how much I could handle, and how much my friend X could handle. However, I received a text from Y from earlier saying he wanted to trip as well. I tell him, OK, but it’s nothing to fuck around with.
Long story short, we end up at X’s apartment, started a game of risk, vaped for a bit and dropped. I dropped 1 hit, X dropped 1, Y dropped ½ a hit. The risk game started to get more and more confusing, no one knew whose turn it was anymore. I went into the bathroom and the floor is moving and breathing around. My face is still intact, but melty in the mirror. We decided to venture down to CVS to pick up some drinks. At this point I knew I was in for a fun ride. While paying for my Arnold Palmer, the price scanner, which was mounted on the table, started sliding down. I said we should start heading back to the apartment. At this point my friend receives a text from Z. He wanted to trip as well, so we said sure come down, although it was already 2 hours after dropping. When Z arrived we gave him half a hit as it was his first time also. X, Y and I decided we should also up since Z just dropped. So X and I up another half hit, and Y about a quarter more. Redosing mistake.
After a while Y started acting strange, going into a complete mindloop, repeating the same thing over and over again. He didn’t know what was happening. I tried to calm him down with cigarettes but nothing helped, so we decided to take him outside. Y was starting to shout and banging on windows. He thought he was dying. I started to get very anxious and paranoid, that we might soon be in a bad legal situation. We weren’t able to maintain or calm down Y, he proceeded to walk up random strangers in acid induced delirium probably telling them the craziest shit they’ve ever heard.
I was super afraid by this point that the cops would find a few kids on acid and search X’s apartment, I decided I had to head home (4 Hrs after first drop). I couldn’t take it anymore, my heart was jumping out of my chest. I quickly went back inside grabbed my keys from Xs apartment and left. The way back was terrible. The walk back was at least 30 minutes and I would be walking into my peak. Everything was moving, but my mind was still semi intact at this point. I knew what I had to do.
Suddenly this women pulls her car right in front of me. She starts yelling at me that she’s out of gas, is a stewardess and needs money (a scam artist as I later found out). Or my debit card if I don’t have cash. I’m thinking, are you fucking kidding, why is this happening? I show her my empty wallet and run (for some reason) back the other direction to my apartment. I pull out my phone to try to figure out the secondary way to my apartment. It’s so utterly confusing, but I somehow end up back at my apartment, the whole time thinking the cops are behind me.
I get to my room, and forgot what I just ran away from. What is going on? What did you take? Ah, LSD. I remembered. Everything else loses meaning. I look at the time. 11:45. Hm, what might that mean? The visuals are so intense I have to take off my glasses and try to calm down to meditate. I can’t put on music, I can’t figure out how. I spend the next 3 hours in my bed, trying to get through the peak. The whole time hallucinating sirens. I manage to call X a few times, and they were (somehow) playing CoD. This confuses me. What is CoD? X and I start to discuss the previous events and how to proceed, and philosophy.
Coming down the peak, I head back to Xs apartment to try to look for Y again. Hopeless, he’s nowhere to be found. We calm down from the most stressful night of my life in X’s apartment by putting on Kid A. The ceiling plates are still a sea of little moving floating specks. By 6 AM I pretty much go down to bassline.
Y was picked up by a cop and hospitalized. He was safe and sound. I was incredibly relieved.
Long story short, we end up at X’s apartment, started a game of risk, vaped for a bit and dropped. I dropped 1 hit, X dropped 1, Y dropped ½ a hit. The risk game started to get more and more confusing, no one knew whose turn it was anymore. I went into the bathroom and the floor is moving and breathing around. My face is still intact, but melty in the mirror. We decided to venture down to CVS to pick up some drinks. At this point I knew I was in for a fun ride. While paying for my Arnold Palmer, the price scanner, which was mounted on the table, started sliding down. I said we should start heading back to the apartment. At this point my friend receives a text from Z. He wanted to trip as well, so we said sure come down, although it was already 2 hours after dropping. When Z arrived we gave him half a hit as it was his first time also. X, Y and I decided we should also up since Z just dropped. So X and I up another half hit, and Y about a quarter more. Redosing mistake.
After a while Y started acting strange, going into a complete mindloop, repeating the same thing over and over again. He didn’t know what was happening. I tried to calm him down with cigarettes but nothing helped, so we decided to take him outside. Y was starting to shout and banging on windows. He thought he was dying. I started to get very anxious and paranoid, that we might soon be in a bad legal situation. We weren’t able to maintain or calm down Y, he proceeded to walk up random strangers in acid induced delirium probably telling them the craziest shit they’ve ever heard.
I was super afraid by this point that the cops would find a few kids on acid and search X’s apartment, I decided I had to head home (4 Hrs after first drop). I couldn’t take it anymore, my heart was jumping out of my chest. I quickly went back inside grabbed my keys from Xs apartment and left. The way back was terrible. The walk back was at least 30 minutes and I would be walking into my peak. Everything was moving, but my mind was still semi intact at this point. I knew what I had to do.
Suddenly this women pulls her car right in front of me. She starts yelling at me that she’s out of gas, is a stewardess and needs money (a scam artist as I later found out). Or my debit card if I don’t have cash. I’m thinking, are you fucking kidding, why is this happening? I show her my empty wallet and run (for some reason) back the other direction to my apartment. I pull out my phone to try to figure out the secondary way to my apartment. It’s so utterly confusing, but I somehow end up back at my apartment, the whole time thinking the cops are behind me.
I get to my room, and forgot what I just ran away from. What is going on? What did you take? Ah, LSD. I remembered. Everything else loses meaning. I look at the time. 11:45. Hm, what might that mean? The visuals are so intense I have to take off my glasses and try to calm down to meditate. I can’t put on music, I can’t figure out how. I spend the next 3 hours in my bed, trying to get through the peak. The whole time hallucinating sirens. I manage to call X a few times, and they were (somehow) playing CoD. This confuses me. What is CoD? X and I start to discuss the previous events and how to proceed, and philosophy.
Coming down the peak, I head back to Xs apartment to try to look for Y again. Hopeless, he’s nowhere to be found. We calm down from the most stressful night of my life in X’s apartment by putting on Kid A. The ceiling plates are still a sea of little moving floating specks. By 6 AM I pretty much go down to bassline.
Y was picked up by a cop and hospitalized. He was safe and sound. I was incredibly relieved.
