Snakecharmer
Bluelighter
I arrived home last Friday night with a small dilemma on my hands: Wait until Sunday where you'll be around a few people to trip, or go it alone, tonight, right now. Honestly, I was skeptical about the potency of the LSD itself. It hasn't been around in a couple of years, and I think that abscence sort of just lowered my expectations a little bit. Nonetheless, I had with me a ten strip of white, unperfed blotter acid and I needed to know what kind of a ride I was in for if I planned on taking more. So with that said, I dabbed the largest hit I had (about 1 and 1/2 hits), and began to watch Conan O'Brien. This is around 12:30 am. I have to be at work at 9 am the next day. I hadn't tripped in almost two years.
I was actually quite pleased the second the hit started to absorbe onto my tounge. I could taste something unfamiliar, something foreign. Midway through Conan, I began wondering how long this particular segment of the show was going to last; it seemed like 15 minutes he'd been doing this comedy bit of his. The laughing became more noticeable, the outlines of the television more vivid. I was starting to trip.
I turned off the tv and suddenly got horny as all get out. So, I masturbated and, as it should have been, the feeling was aweseome! The timing of that wank-off was as close as you could get to being seriously embarrased, because after I'd had my clothes back on for literally 30 seconds there's a knock on my porch window. It's Justin (my neighbor and friend) and his girl Sarah. I was glad to see them for two reasons. One, I knew they'd give me a cigarette (which is actually why they came by in the first place--to have a smoke). And two, I was coming up pretty quick and I wanted to test myself on how well I could hide the fact that I was tripping. Justin was kind of drunk, yet we laughed about our days and actually got along real well for two people on two totally different planets. I passed my own social test, they didn't have a clue.
Back in my appartment, things are moving along quickly. I've got an intense body buzz, accompanied by these surges of energy running down my hands, feet, and legs. It's around 1:30 am and I realize, I have a long way to go. I plucked at my guitar for about ten minutes, but that got way to complicated for me. My finger placement was all off and I couldn't strum if my life depended on it. Overall at this point, I was having a great time even though I was in a state of blissful confusion. I made no plans before I started tripping, so I realized I was going to be in my appartment the whole time. Luckily I was not bothered by this at all. My motto with tripping has always been, as long you're comfortable, you'll be fine.
2:00am rolls around and things are really starting to pick up. Scattered items across my floor are moving around. The posters on my wall were taking on new angles. Everything was alive. I decide that I want to masturbate again. Except this time I take it in the shower. I'd never actually tripped while showering before, so feeling each individual bead of water on my body was very very cool. The only problem with my shower, and my appartment in general, is that it could use some light cleaning. Little stuff like some mold on the shower curtain or shoe imprints on the bathroom floor. Looking at them swirl around in my shower made me and my house feel kind of icky. I hopped out of the shower, went to the bathroom while reading an old SPIN magazine issue for what was probably 20 minutes.
2:30 am...tripping hard. I'm indecisive yet elated. I'm laughing at my own thoughts which are all over the place. I get dressed into some comfy clothes and settle in on the couch. Randycaver Im'med me, and yet again I decided not to tell her I was tripping. The converstion was brief because she was going to bed, but I was glad because it was getting really hard to type by this point. The lights are all out in my appartment now...all of my neighbors and friends have returned home from the bars. It's just me, my laptop, and a headfull of some seriously kick ass LSD!! Listening to music and just chilling seemed to be the best option I had at this point (I pondered whether or now I should go outside or go by smokes, but nixed both ideas because i was just tripping too hard at this point).
3:00am If you've never given the artist Four Tet a listen to, you don't know what you're missing. Electronically-based, yet influenced by amazing jazz drumming, oriental string sections, and back upped by some of the most amazing sounds I've ever heard. I thought to myself, "wow, he's just good at playing life. As i listened to the albums "Dialouge" and "Rounds" I was just floored at how complete it sounded. I spent my time listening to it with my eyes closed, and also looking at the visualizer on my iTunes...which at points go so intense my eyes literally rolled up into my head because what I was seeing was almost too much.
4:30am...I spent the next hour or so surfing bluelight and making several random-ass posts throughout differerent forums. Then I went onto myspace and send messages to a few people. My writing was amazing clear despite how fucked up I was. 5:00 am rolls around, and even though I'm still in the midst of a mind-bender, I decide to "try" and go to sleep. I got in bed, turned on my fan, and of course, just layed there. Sleep was not going to be a factor here. Despite that though, there were no negative thoughts circling through my head. This acid was clean, and it was pure, and I was reluctant to even THINK about when I'd take a few doses next. In retrospect, I needed to try it on for size at my appartment with no one around just to get a feel for it. But now that I do have a feel for it, I simply have no idea what settting I'd like to put myself in for the next time. I'm even gonna give a few away to some friends, who like me, hadn't seen the stuff in a few years.
Anyway, my alarm rang at 9:00 am and I was still midly tripping. My eyes weren't bugged out at least. And really, I didn't even feel that tired. My neck was a little sore, that's my only complaint. I performed all my job functions normally and wasn't even really that irritated like I thought I'd be for tripping all night and getting absoluetly no sleep. I had an excellent time.
Thanks for reading.
I was actually quite pleased the second the hit started to absorbe onto my tounge. I could taste something unfamiliar, something foreign. Midway through Conan, I began wondering how long this particular segment of the show was going to last; it seemed like 15 minutes he'd been doing this comedy bit of his. The laughing became more noticeable, the outlines of the television more vivid. I was starting to trip.
I turned off the tv and suddenly got horny as all get out. So, I masturbated and, as it should have been, the feeling was aweseome! The timing of that wank-off was as close as you could get to being seriously embarrased, because after I'd had my clothes back on for literally 30 seconds there's a knock on my porch window. It's Justin (my neighbor and friend) and his girl Sarah. I was glad to see them for two reasons. One, I knew they'd give me a cigarette (which is actually why they came by in the first place--to have a smoke). And two, I was coming up pretty quick and I wanted to test myself on how well I could hide the fact that I was tripping. Justin was kind of drunk, yet we laughed about our days and actually got along real well for two people on two totally different planets. I passed my own social test, they didn't have a clue.
Back in my appartment, things are moving along quickly. I've got an intense body buzz, accompanied by these surges of energy running down my hands, feet, and legs. It's around 1:30 am and I realize, I have a long way to go. I plucked at my guitar for about ten minutes, but that got way to complicated for me. My finger placement was all off and I couldn't strum if my life depended on it. Overall at this point, I was having a great time even though I was in a state of blissful confusion. I made no plans before I started tripping, so I realized I was going to be in my appartment the whole time. Luckily I was not bothered by this at all. My motto with tripping has always been, as long you're comfortable, you'll be fine.
2:00am rolls around and things are really starting to pick up. Scattered items across my floor are moving around. The posters on my wall were taking on new angles. Everything was alive. I decide that I want to masturbate again. Except this time I take it in the shower. I'd never actually tripped while showering before, so feeling each individual bead of water on my body was very very cool. The only problem with my shower, and my appartment in general, is that it could use some light cleaning. Little stuff like some mold on the shower curtain or shoe imprints on the bathroom floor. Looking at them swirl around in my shower made me and my house feel kind of icky. I hopped out of the shower, went to the bathroom while reading an old SPIN magazine issue for what was probably 20 minutes.
2:30 am...tripping hard. I'm indecisive yet elated. I'm laughing at my own thoughts which are all over the place. I get dressed into some comfy clothes and settle in on the couch. Randycaver Im'med me, and yet again I decided not to tell her I was tripping. The converstion was brief because she was going to bed, but I was glad because it was getting really hard to type by this point. The lights are all out in my appartment now...all of my neighbors and friends have returned home from the bars. It's just me, my laptop, and a headfull of some seriously kick ass LSD!! Listening to music and just chilling seemed to be the best option I had at this point (I pondered whether or now I should go outside or go by smokes, but nixed both ideas because i was just tripping too hard at this point).
3:00am If you've never given the artist Four Tet a listen to, you don't know what you're missing. Electronically-based, yet influenced by amazing jazz drumming, oriental string sections, and back upped by some of the most amazing sounds I've ever heard. I thought to myself, "wow, he's just good at playing life. As i listened to the albums "Dialouge" and "Rounds" I was just floored at how complete it sounded. I spent my time listening to it with my eyes closed, and also looking at the visualizer on my iTunes...which at points go so intense my eyes literally rolled up into my head because what I was seeing was almost too much.
4:30am...I spent the next hour or so surfing bluelight and making several random-ass posts throughout differerent forums. Then I went onto myspace and send messages to a few people. My writing was amazing clear despite how fucked up I was. 5:00 am rolls around, and even though I'm still in the midst of a mind-bender, I decide to "try" and go to sleep. I got in bed, turned on my fan, and of course, just layed there. Sleep was not going to be a factor here. Despite that though, there were no negative thoughts circling through my head. This acid was clean, and it was pure, and I was reluctant to even THINK about when I'd take a few doses next. In retrospect, I needed to try it on for size at my appartment with no one around just to get a feel for it. But now that I do have a feel for it, I simply have no idea what settting I'd like to put myself in for the next time. I'm even gonna give a few away to some friends, who like me, hadn't seen the stuff in a few years.
Anyway, my alarm rang at 9:00 am and I was still midly tripping. My eyes weren't bugged out at least. And really, I didn't even feel that tired. My neck was a little sore, that's my only complaint. I performed all my job functions normally and wasn't even really that irritated like I thought I'd be for tripping all night and getting absoluetly no sleep. I had an excellent time.
Thanks for reading.
