-spiderman-
Bluelighter
Acid + Weed
---This isn't a SPECTACULAR TRIP or anything, just a random report cuz I was bored
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So its Friday night, and we get a tenstrip at around 6 pm. Friend's parents are away on vacation, and we got a vacant house to chill at. When I get the tabs mah friend says "Don't take more than two or that's trouble" or something to that effect.
So two of my friends each take one, and I take two, just cuz I wanted to get really fucked up.
7:30 - Take our hits, I take two, friends take one.
8:00 - Dealer calls laughin his ass off on the phone asking if it hit, I say no.
8:30 - We all start lookin at eachother and laughin our fucking ASS off for NO reason whatsoever and I musta lost ten pounds laughin. Dealer calls, none of us could really talk on either side, just sort of laugh at eachother, we pass the phone around. Then we decided to hit the bong...
8:45 - We could hardly take pulls from the bong cuz we were laughin so damn hard, when the bowl was dead...so were we. Oh my fucking god the trip just went on full blast into hyperdrive. At around this time two of my straightedge friends come to the house, and toy with us. I know they were foolin' around but it wasn't that fun
. Then another couple friends call and ask for directions, I pick up my cell and I can't tell them how to get here after about 45 seconds of talking jibberish on my phone. But they made it.
9:00-10:00 - My mind filled with thoughts of everything I could possibly imagine, yet couldn't think of anything. I couldn't see straight. The walls were breathing. I went to take a piss and it fell like the room was falling into the toilet. We turned on NIN videos...jesus christ it was another world. Then one of my friends started writing his thoughts down on a piece of paper. The scribble read something about how he feels, or some weird shit like that (he can't even make it out when he's sober) so he needed peace he said and went to write in his bedroom for a bit. He came back ten minutes later only to tell us he was rocking back and forth laughin nonstop for ten minutes and couldn't help it.
10:00-12:00 - Got REAL confused about everything in my life. I couldn't talk, or remember names. Every room I was in was a whole new world with a new set of rules. In one particular room I had to hang onto the door frame for fear of falling off. Of what, I don't know, but the fear was there. Sometimes I would get up and walk a few feet out of the T.V. room and get scared and go back, becuase I thought people would ambush me because I didn't know where any of my friends were. It felt as if I woke up all the sudden and all I could hear was the buzzing of a lamp light, and no one around, but hearing whispers in other rooms, but still no one around. Was really scary.
12:00-2:00 - After that it got better though, we were chill, mad chill. We all found eachother in the house, and went to my friends computer to play RPG music (Chrono Trigger) and we all FELT the music...good times, real good times. I picked up the guitar and strummed "no woman no cry" and then my friend took it away with some of his tunes, we were all so chill. Still trippin'.
Next Day - Went to work...still trippin...ouch.
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--The only real drug problem is scorin real good drugs
--Don't drink and drive, you might spill yer drink.
--aim: Diskchucker
---This isn't a SPECTACULAR TRIP or anything, just a random report cuz I was bored
So its Friday night, and we get a tenstrip at around 6 pm. Friend's parents are away on vacation, and we got a vacant house to chill at. When I get the tabs mah friend says "Don't take more than two or that's trouble" or something to that effect.
So two of my friends each take one, and I take two, just cuz I wanted to get really fucked up.
7:30 - Take our hits, I take two, friends take one.
8:00 - Dealer calls laughin his ass off on the phone asking if it hit, I say no.
8:30 - We all start lookin at eachother and laughin our fucking ASS off for NO reason whatsoever and I musta lost ten pounds laughin. Dealer calls, none of us could really talk on either side, just sort of laugh at eachother, we pass the phone around. Then we decided to hit the bong...
8:45 - We could hardly take pulls from the bong cuz we were laughin so damn hard, when the bowl was dead...so were we. Oh my fucking god the trip just went on full blast into hyperdrive. At around this time two of my straightedge friends come to the house, and toy with us. I know they were foolin' around but it wasn't that fun
9:00-10:00 - My mind filled with thoughts of everything I could possibly imagine, yet couldn't think of anything. I couldn't see straight. The walls were breathing. I went to take a piss and it fell like the room was falling into the toilet. We turned on NIN videos...jesus christ it was another world. Then one of my friends started writing his thoughts down on a piece of paper. The scribble read something about how he feels, or some weird shit like that (he can't even make it out when he's sober) so he needed peace he said and went to write in his bedroom for a bit. He came back ten minutes later only to tell us he was rocking back and forth laughin nonstop for ten minutes and couldn't help it.
10:00-12:00 - Got REAL confused about everything in my life. I couldn't talk, or remember names. Every room I was in was a whole new world with a new set of rules. In one particular room I had to hang onto the door frame for fear of falling off. Of what, I don't know, but the fear was there. Sometimes I would get up and walk a few feet out of the T.V. room and get scared and go back, becuase I thought people would ambush me because I didn't know where any of my friends were. It felt as if I woke up all the sudden and all I could hear was the buzzing of a lamp light, and no one around, but hearing whispers in other rooms, but still no one around. Was really scary.
12:00-2:00 - After that it got better though, we were chill, mad chill. We all found eachother in the house, and went to my friends computer to play RPG music (Chrono Trigger) and we all FELT the music...good times, real good times. I picked up the guitar and strummed "no woman no cry" and then my friend took it away with some of his tunes, we were all so chill. Still trippin'.
Next Day - Went to work...still trippin...ouch.
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--The only real drug problem is scorin real good drugs
--Don't drink and drive, you might spill yer drink.
--aim: Diskchucker
