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Bluelighter
Greetings bluelighters. This is my 3rd time frying, all off the same batch, all within about 2 weeks of each other. A couple weeks ago I took 4 hits of the same stuff and went to the mountains, it was awesome. Looking down at the cities below, they all looked like they were melting into each other. Several miles away down by my house on the main boulevard somehow looked like an ancient bridge rising through the mist, and the dead bushes on the dying golden grass made the foothills I was hiking look like ever glowing embers. I certainly dont remember much of a speedy comeup on this trip, it was great.
Fast forward to the day before yesterday. I secured 4 more tabs, was ready for the mountains just a 15 minute drive away, I just had to go to the video game store and return a game I didnt want for some gas money. I had been to the same game store several times at 9 Am, so I figured theyd be open. So I pop my tabs under my tongue at 9 AM, figuring Id have my gas money from the game store within 10 minutes, and be up in the mountains around the 30 minute mark anyway. Sadly, I arrive at the game store to a locked door, and the business owner next door says the game store opens from 10-11 now. Great, I thought, now Im trapped in the busy city for at least an hour, with 4 hits of acid already working its way into my brain. I swear, its just 15minutes in at this point, and I am "feeling something," quite a bit earlier than I had previously felt it.
So I drove to a Gamestop instead and waited in the busy parking lot until 10 Am opening. Around the 9:45 mark, I am markedly noticing some very electric feelings something like anxiety about this comeup. I couldnt sit still in my car, I had to open my door and swing my legs around out there, Im sure it appeared more manic than even a tweaker. To make it worse the city I was in is known as being a no nonsense conservative town, the people are snootier than my ghetto folks and the cops have reputation throughout the area as being strict hardasses. I got a couple looks in the parking lot, reading a book I cant concentrate on with my legs jittering out of the door (lol), and at this point Im thinking "I certianly hope one of these preppy people dont call the cops to report a tweaker in the parking lot." Finally when 10 o clock comes I high tail it into Gamestop. I was definitely high at this point because social interaction was tough and stilted with the employee. My tense behavior was making him nervous as well as drawing a weird look from the other patron in the store. Luckily it went off without a hitch, I had gas money and I was off.
So after getting gas without a hitch as well, I was finally on my way to the mountains. Driving through dick-cop city coming up on acid was a bit nerve wracking, but I made it up there around 10:30. The speediness is still present, even as I safely pulled into my mountain turnout and start preparing for my hike. I gather my belongings (a backpack with water and some snacks), cant find my cell phone or wallet, and start to panic a bit (Ive lost a lot of phones and shit). Im still manicly looking through my car when I thought "Damn man what are you going to spoil this trip looking for a phone in this panic?" No I thoguht, Im going up into these mountains right now and enjoying this damn trip.
The hiking path Ive taken a million times was almost unrecognizable in my fried state. "Hope I dont get lost" I thought as I picked my way through the brush up to my first planned rest stop. Luckily the trail is nearly a narrow canyon, and so either way I made it up without drifting too far right or left from the trail. I arrived at my old rest spot, an ancient tree with a rope swing, some stone benches, and a firepit. Its about 2 hours since ingestion, and now stuff is shifting somewhat in my immediate vision, the open eye visuals had begun. It never became nearly as intense as the cities melting together on my previous trip though, which was my favorite part. The electric anxiety was still present though even this long after comeup, and I couldnt sit still. I couldnt gather my thoughts enough to decide what to do next, I was in an uncomfortable state. I had brought a tablet of paper to draw on, but I couldnt sit still and focus on it.
I walked over to the rope swing, and gave it a whirl. This was a decent experience, flying through the air on 4 hits, the shifting world lazily spining around me as I glided back and forth a few feet from the ground. Sadly even this got boring after a couple minutes, and I started to think "man my trip is sucking this time." I went back to the stone bench an dpulled out my MP3 player for some trippy atmospheric stuff (Bonobo), and laid down on the stone bench. CEVs had been great on my previous trip, and I was certainly getting them now. But the damn electricity from the comeup, plus all the damn bugs in the mountains were landing on me endlessly, I just couldnt enjoy this shit... "FUCK! What a waste of $20!" So now Im cursing myself for not getting some weed from the clinic instead. Im pissed about the whole situation now, and decide to make the short trip back down to my car to grab a cigarette. I thought I was getting lost on the way down, lol, unfamiliar scenery and all, but the trail wouldnt really allow it anyway. I eventually bumbled back onto the mountain turnout where I had parked.
I reach into my glovebox for a cig and, Ill be damned, theres the cel phone and wallet I had been so panicked about losing earlier. I almost kicked myself for being so stupid. When I checked the time, I saw a mised text from my buddy. "Wanna come over and take some shots?" On my previous acid trip, I wouldnt have left the mountain wonderland for anything. But I was just frustrated now, even though I was experiencing decent open and closed eye visuals. I said fuck it, got in my car, and drove the 15 minutes back down to the city. I didnt have too much trouble driving, wasnt panicking as much about cops on the way down. I just stayed in the slower lane, watched my speed on the downhill, and came to complete stops when necessary.
After arriving at my buddy's house, he hands me half a 5th of vodka and some juice, which I take down in 2 strong mixers nearly instantly (inadvisable). I tell him the story and he feels bad for me and keeps feeding me shots while we play video games. I dont know if it was the empty stomach, or having all that vodka in such a very short amount of time, but my recollection of the day ends after about 5 more shots, though my buddy later said I drank very copiously past that point. So my big awesome acid trip I had planned for, was a speedy anxiety filled disappointment that ended up back in the ghetto in a cheap vodka blackout, with my recollection only lasting T-4h after ingestion. In other words, it sucked.
Do you guys think the anxiety persisted because of my initial trip setbacks? My last acid comeup was nowhere near as electric. Im thinking if the game store werent closed, and I were allowed to go straight up to the mountains instead of being stuck in the city for an hour while I cameup, the anxiety would have been less intense or something. It was a tense bit of time in that comeup, crowded parking lot, tense Gamestop experience, then 15 minute drive through dick-cop ville as Im really starting to feel it. On top of that, I couldnt find my cell phone and wallet when I arrived at my destination, which spawned more panic as well. Looking back it was really not the best way to start a trip.
Finally, I think the biggest reason this ttrip sucked is because I had no weed. I am a pretty heavy pothead, and I cant help but think the weed would have erased my anxiety. All that time I couldnt just sit still in the mountains, would probably have different if I had been stoned. I would have had the patience to just sit, draw, listen to music, and eventually ride out the anxiety into the much more glorious trip of a couple weeks earlier. I know that if I do ever decide to fry again sometime in the future, I am absolutely not doing so without a little bit of cannabis to get me through.
Damn thats a lot of text, sorry if I bored anyone. Anyway, this trip was disappointing, and dimmed my outlook of acid somewhat. Also, Im getting slight recurring sober visuals if I look too fast at luminous objects, which didnt happen the last couple times. There is a fine overlay of miniscule horizontal stripes on these things if I turn my head too fast. All in all Ill be looking for some shrooms before I go looking for acid again.
Fast forward to the day before yesterday. I secured 4 more tabs, was ready for the mountains just a 15 minute drive away, I just had to go to the video game store and return a game I didnt want for some gas money. I had been to the same game store several times at 9 Am, so I figured theyd be open. So I pop my tabs under my tongue at 9 AM, figuring Id have my gas money from the game store within 10 minutes, and be up in the mountains around the 30 minute mark anyway. Sadly, I arrive at the game store to a locked door, and the business owner next door says the game store opens from 10-11 now. Great, I thought, now Im trapped in the busy city for at least an hour, with 4 hits of acid already working its way into my brain. I swear, its just 15minutes in at this point, and I am "feeling something," quite a bit earlier than I had previously felt it.
So I drove to a Gamestop instead and waited in the busy parking lot until 10 Am opening. Around the 9:45 mark, I am markedly noticing some very electric feelings something like anxiety about this comeup. I couldnt sit still in my car, I had to open my door and swing my legs around out there, Im sure it appeared more manic than even a tweaker. To make it worse the city I was in is known as being a no nonsense conservative town, the people are snootier than my ghetto folks and the cops have reputation throughout the area as being strict hardasses. I got a couple looks in the parking lot, reading a book I cant concentrate on with my legs jittering out of the door (lol), and at this point Im thinking "I certianly hope one of these preppy people dont call the cops to report a tweaker in the parking lot." Finally when 10 o clock comes I high tail it into Gamestop. I was definitely high at this point because social interaction was tough and stilted with the employee. My tense behavior was making him nervous as well as drawing a weird look from the other patron in the store. Luckily it went off without a hitch, I had gas money and I was off.
So after getting gas without a hitch as well, I was finally on my way to the mountains. Driving through dick-cop city coming up on acid was a bit nerve wracking, but I made it up there around 10:30. The speediness is still present, even as I safely pulled into my mountain turnout and start preparing for my hike. I gather my belongings (a backpack with water and some snacks), cant find my cell phone or wallet, and start to panic a bit (Ive lost a lot of phones and shit). Im still manicly looking through my car when I thought "Damn man what are you going to spoil this trip looking for a phone in this panic?" No I thoguht, Im going up into these mountains right now and enjoying this damn trip.
The hiking path Ive taken a million times was almost unrecognizable in my fried state. "Hope I dont get lost" I thought as I picked my way through the brush up to my first planned rest stop. Luckily the trail is nearly a narrow canyon, and so either way I made it up without drifting too far right or left from the trail. I arrived at my old rest spot, an ancient tree with a rope swing, some stone benches, and a firepit. Its about 2 hours since ingestion, and now stuff is shifting somewhat in my immediate vision, the open eye visuals had begun. It never became nearly as intense as the cities melting together on my previous trip though, which was my favorite part. The electric anxiety was still present though even this long after comeup, and I couldnt sit still. I couldnt gather my thoughts enough to decide what to do next, I was in an uncomfortable state. I had brought a tablet of paper to draw on, but I couldnt sit still and focus on it.
I walked over to the rope swing, and gave it a whirl. This was a decent experience, flying through the air on 4 hits, the shifting world lazily spining around me as I glided back and forth a few feet from the ground. Sadly even this got boring after a couple minutes, and I started to think "man my trip is sucking this time." I went back to the stone bench an dpulled out my MP3 player for some trippy atmospheric stuff (Bonobo), and laid down on the stone bench. CEVs had been great on my previous trip, and I was certainly getting them now. But the damn electricity from the comeup, plus all the damn bugs in the mountains were landing on me endlessly, I just couldnt enjoy this shit... "FUCK! What a waste of $20!" So now Im cursing myself for not getting some weed from the clinic instead. Im pissed about the whole situation now, and decide to make the short trip back down to my car to grab a cigarette. I thought I was getting lost on the way down, lol, unfamiliar scenery and all, but the trail wouldnt really allow it anyway. I eventually bumbled back onto the mountain turnout where I had parked.
I reach into my glovebox for a cig and, Ill be damned, theres the cel phone and wallet I had been so panicked about losing earlier. I almost kicked myself for being so stupid. When I checked the time, I saw a mised text from my buddy. "Wanna come over and take some shots?" On my previous acid trip, I wouldnt have left the mountain wonderland for anything. But I was just frustrated now, even though I was experiencing decent open and closed eye visuals. I said fuck it, got in my car, and drove the 15 minutes back down to the city. I didnt have too much trouble driving, wasnt panicking as much about cops on the way down. I just stayed in the slower lane, watched my speed on the downhill, and came to complete stops when necessary.
After arriving at my buddy's house, he hands me half a 5th of vodka and some juice, which I take down in 2 strong mixers nearly instantly (inadvisable). I tell him the story and he feels bad for me and keeps feeding me shots while we play video games. I dont know if it was the empty stomach, or having all that vodka in such a very short amount of time, but my recollection of the day ends after about 5 more shots, though my buddy later said I drank very copiously past that point. So my big awesome acid trip I had planned for, was a speedy anxiety filled disappointment that ended up back in the ghetto in a cheap vodka blackout, with my recollection only lasting T-4h after ingestion. In other words, it sucked.
Do you guys think the anxiety persisted because of my initial trip setbacks? My last acid comeup was nowhere near as electric. Im thinking if the game store werent closed, and I were allowed to go straight up to the mountains instead of being stuck in the city for an hour while I cameup, the anxiety would have been less intense or something. It was a tense bit of time in that comeup, crowded parking lot, tense Gamestop experience, then 15 minute drive through dick-cop ville as Im really starting to feel it. On top of that, I couldnt find my cell phone and wallet when I arrived at my destination, which spawned more panic as well. Looking back it was really not the best way to start a trip.
Finally, I think the biggest reason this ttrip sucked is because I had no weed. I am a pretty heavy pothead, and I cant help but think the weed would have erased my anxiety. All that time I couldnt just sit still in the mountains, would probably have different if I had been stoned. I would have had the patience to just sit, draw, listen to music, and eventually ride out the anxiety into the much more glorious trip of a couple weeks earlier. I know that if I do ever decide to fry again sometime in the future, I am absolutely not doing so without a little bit of cannabis to get me through.
Damn thats a lot of text, sorry if I bored anyone. Anyway, this trip was disappointing, and dimmed my outlook of acid somewhat. Also, Im getting slight recurring sober visuals if I look too fast at luminous objects, which didnt happen the last couple times. There is a fine overlay of miniscule horizontal stripes on these things if I turn my head too fast. All in all Ill be looking for some shrooms before I go looking for acid again.
