Acid Trip
Ok, I'm writing this post on behalf of my brother, who would never dream of coming to bluelight. I learned a lot from his experience though, and I think that it's an important one to share.
A little over 2 weeks ago my brother went to Phil Lesh concert (basically, the Grateful Dead, minus Jerry). He went with 2 friends and no the way into the concert he bought 2 tabs of acid. Now, my brother's done A LOT of acid and figured, what the hell. What he didn't understand though was that the acid we get in our town is really shitty and that good acid is an entirely different experience. He and both his friends started tripping and at some point he got kicked out of the concert although he doesn't remember this and only found out the next day. His memory pretty much starts with him being outside in the parking lot.
He began walking around the parking lot, not knowing where he was. He saw cars, cars, and more cars, but no people. His first thought was that everyone in the world had been killed except for him and that he would be forced to live the rest of his life alone in the world. He had no concept that he was on acid. He walked around the parking lot for a while more and then saw a gas station so he walked over to it, but there was no one around. He walked around the building, according to him, about 25 times, before he finally laid down in the back on top of a central air unit (or something like that). Now he began to cry. He realized that everyone hadn't died. He was the one who was dead. He had died and gone to hell. He kept thinking that no one had any idea how horrible hell really was...being forced to be so alone. Lying down, he touched his pocket where his pack of cigarettes was, and then realized that it was pointless to smoke when you were dead. It was also pointless to lie down when you were dead, so he got up. He was thinking how pointless it was to walk, also, but then saw a car pull up in the front of the gas station. He went over to the car, in awe that there was another human there (i'm sure there was at least one person working inside too, but this probably just never dawned on him.) As he approached the car, the man inside rolled down his window a crack and my brother asked if he could get in. He was freezing and wanted to warm up. The guy obviously said no. My brother said "what do you mean, no?" and ripped out the window. He then got into the backseat and pissed himself to warm himself up.
Next thing you know, car is surrounded by cops, and my brother, still tripping hard, was soooo relieved to see them, because he thought that they could take him out of hell. However, he at this point, began thinking that he was in the matrix and could do whatever he wanted, so he started talking back to the cops, until another kid who was tripping volunteered to talk to him. He kept telling my brother that he was on acid, until my brother finally understood. The cops explained to him that he had broken into a man's car (turned out to be a constable car, actually-destruction of police property). My brother began flipping out and demanding to know where the car owner was. He honestly thought that he had killed him. Well, of course he hadn't, but he was then arrested and the cops also found weed on him.
Sorry if this is long and boring, but it really scared me. First of all, you may think that you have conquered a drug, but you never know exactly what you're getting. I never worried about taking acid, because I have always been able to control it). In the right situation, this could have been a good experience, but it obviously wasn't in the given situation. Also, my brother's supposed to be starting basic training for the army in June, and now his plans are probably going to be ruined. I will be much more careful in the future, if I decide to trip again, to not take a drug, until I am in a situation where I will be safe no matter what the drug has in store for me.
Ok, I'm writing this post on behalf of my brother, who would never dream of coming to bluelight. I learned a lot from his experience though, and I think that it's an important one to share.
A little over 2 weeks ago my brother went to Phil Lesh concert (basically, the Grateful Dead, minus Jerry). He went with 2 friends and no the way into the concert he bought 2 tabs of acid. Now, my brother's done A LOT of acid and figured, what the hell. What he didn't understand though was that the acid we get in our town is really shitty and that good acid is an entirely different experience. He and both his friends started tripping and at some point he got kicked out of the concert although he doesn't remember this and only found out the next day. His memory pretty much starts with him being outside in the parking lot.
He began walking around the parking lot, not knowing where he was. He saw cars, cars, and more cars, but no people. His first thought was that everyone in the world had been killed except for him and that he would be forced to live the rest of his life alone in the world. He had no concept that he was on acid. He walked around the parking lot for a while more and then saw a gas station so he walked over to it, but there was no one around. He walked around the building, according to him, about 25 times, before he finally laid down in the back on top of a central air unit (or something like that). Now he began to cry. He realized that everyone hadn't died. He was the one who was dead. He had died and gone to hell. He kept thinking that no one had any idea how horrible hell really was...being forced to be so alone. Lying down, he touched his pocket where his pack of cigarettes was, and then realized that it was pointless to smoke when you were dead. It was also pointless to lie down when you were dead, so he got up. He was thinking how pointless it was to walk, also, but then saw a car pull up in the front of the gas station. He went over to the car, in awe that there was another human there (i'm sure there was at least one person working inside too, but this probably just never dawned on him.) As he approached the car, the man inside rolled down his window a crack and my brother asked if he could get in. He was freezing and wanted to warm up. The guy obviously said no. My brother said "what do you mean, no?" and ripped out the window. He then got into the backseat and pissed himself to warm himself up.
Next thing you know, car is surrounded by cops, and my brother, still tripping hard, was soooo relieved to see them, because he thought that they could take him out of hell. However, he at this point, began thinking that he was in the matrix and could do whatever he wanted, so he started talking back to the cops, until another kid who was tripping volunteered to talk to him. He kept telling my brother that he was on acid, until my brother finally understood. The cops explained to him that he had broken into a man's car (turned out to be a constable car, actually-destruction of police property). My brother began flipping out and demanding to know where the car owner was. He honestly thought that he had killed him. Well, of course he hadn't, but he was then arrested and the cops also found weed on him.
Sorry if this is long and boring, but it really scared me. First of all, you may think that you have conquered a drug, but you never know exactly what you're getting. I never worried about taking acid, because I have always been able to control it). In the right situation, this could have been a good experience, but it obviously wasn't in the given situation. Also, my brother's supposed to be starting basic training for the army in June, and now his plans are probably going to be ruined. I will be much more careful in the future, if I decide to trip again, to not take a drug, until I am in a situation where I will be safe no matter what the drug has in store for me.
