tokey pokey
Bluelighter
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Driving through hell.
Being that I only have two weeks before college starts, I wanted to end my summer with a bang because I plan on cutting off drug use so that I can clear my head enough to complete my studies.
Two days ago I bought a tenstrip from a friend, I called up my best friend and informed him of the latest find and invited him on a journey to Nolin Lake (which is like an hour away). The plan was to camp out that night and try to go to bed early and to set the alarm clock for 3:30 A.M and to drop 7 hits and give my friend the other 3. Now this was some damn good stuff. The sheet was a portrait of king tut with each individual blotter having a different colored pyramind on it. I had tried the stuff about 8 days before on 6 hits and I knew it was a total brainfuck so I figured with I could handle an extra one this time.
We got up 15 minutes later than I had planned, but proceeded to pack our things and drop. We walk around through the forest smoking bowl after bowl waiting for the acid to kick in. About an hour and a half into it we both started feeling very sick. I sprawled out across a table and my friend dangled his head between his legs threatening to start puking. I finally convinced him against it knowing that hearing him barfing would cause me to also. We talked about how shitty we felt for about 20 minutes until a bird flew over us making some fucked up noise, and after we sat up to see what was going on we somehow both forgot about being sick and shortly we both realized that we had recovered and not even known it.
The sun was creeping over the horizon as things were started to shift. I knew in about 45 more minutes it would kick in full throttle so I jumped in the car and drove us 3 miles away to start on the trail that overlooked Dismal Valley (normally acid should be peaking around 2 hours but since I swallow the blotter instead of letting
it disentigrate on my tongue it comes on slower). We run through the forest laughing like little school girls and by the time we get to the top the acid has finally hit at full speed. We sit by the cliff and dangle
our legs off and pass the bowl back in forth for a while until I start getting paranoid that I might lose my balance. After screaming obscenities from the top of the mountain at the cars passing below, we start to journey back towards my car.
On the way back, the trail looks completely opposite than it did on the first trip through. My friend starts reporting numbness in his feet and then while removing his sock and examining his foot a huge wasp stings him. His dad is allergic to wasps and he started gettin paranoid that he was too, but there was nothing to do this far out of civilization. He refused help and asked that we trek onwards so we did. When returning to the car it starts to rain. I thought it wouldn't be a big deal because I only had to move the car about half a mile, no biggie right?
Well the sprinkles of rain eventually turned into a monsoon of sorts. I have drove my car atleast 20 different times tripping, but one thing I never
planned on doing was driving in the rain. My friend complained about wanting to go home since the weather was so shitty so I say alrighty but bring up the point the insane amount of rain coming down and how it would be hard. This meant nothing to him, he said, "I'll drive then!" I turned down his offer, because even though I took a shitload more than him I still remember how he drives when he's sober and refuse to let him drive MY car, one that is hard to drive in the first place. At one point I had my chin on the dashboard trying to see desperately atleast 2 feet in front of my car. I knew if I went slow it would be ok, that and the fact that all the other cars were pulled over because they couldn't see because of all the rain. The sounds in the car from the rain hitting the outside with such force made me feel like I was in the microwave with some popcorn being popped like there was no tomorrow.
Some how, I happened to drive for close to an hour in the pouring rain and still finally manage to get home. I don't understand how, because it seemed that fate was against me but we prevailed somehow, even though the rain hitting my windshield was bursting into elaborate paterns of clown faces with whip cream like realness. I found that when a difficult situation pops up, the part of the brain that really doesn't want you to die takes over and you succeed.....
somehow. This has been a crazy day, finally around 9:30 A.M I arrive home. The joy of being safe at home was like taking ecstasy. I had been tested by some unknown force, but we came through. Time to celebrate with a couple lines of K which eventually led to me laying on the floor for a long while.
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"Well, if you can't believe what you read in a comic book, what can you believe?!"
Bullwinkle J. Moose
Being that I only have two weeks before college starts, I wanted to end my summer with a bang because I plan on cutting off drug use so that I can clear my head enough to complete my studies.
Two days ago I bought a tenstrip from a friend, I called up my best friend and informed him of the latest find and invited him on a journey to Nolin Lake (which is like an hour away). The plan was to camp out that night and try to go to bed early and to set the alarm clock for 3:30 A.M and to drop 7 hits and give my friend the other 3. Now this was some damn good stuff. The sheet was a portrait of king tut with each individual blotter having a different colored pyramind on it. I had tried the stuff about 8 days before on 6 hits and I knew it was a total brainfuck so I figured with I could handle an extra one this time.
We got up 15 minutes later than I had planned, but proceeded to pack our things and drop. We walk around through the forest smoking bowl after bowl waiting for the acid to kick in. About an hour and a half into it we both started feeling very sick. I sprawled out across a table and my friend dangled his head between his legs threatening to start puking. I finally convinced him against it knowing that hearing him barfing would cause me to also. We talked about how shitty we felt for about 20 minutes until a bird flew over us making some fucked up noise, and after we sat up to see what was going on we somehow both forgot about being sick and shortly we both realized that we had recovered and not even known it.
The sun was creeping over the horizon as things were started to shift. I knew in about 45 more minutes it would kick in full throttle so I jumped in the car and drove us 3 miles away to start on the trail that overlooked Dismal Valley (normally acid should be peaking around 2 hours but since I swallow the blotter instead of letting
it disentigrate on my tongue it comes on slower). We run through the forest laughing like little school girls and by the time we get to the top the acid has finally hit at full speed. We sit by the cliff and dangle
our legs off and pass the bowl back in forth for a while until I start getting paranoid that I might lose my balance. After screaming obscenities from the top of the mountain at the cars passing below, we start to journey back towards my car.
On the way back, the trail looks completely opposite than it did on the first trip through. My friend starts reporting numbness in his feet and then while removing his sock and examining his foot a huge wasp stings him. His dad is allergic to wasps and he started gettin paranoid that he was too, but there was nothing to do this far out of civilization. He refused help and asked that we trek onwards so we did. When returning to the car it starts to rain. I thought it wouldn't be a big deal because I only had to move the car about half a mile, no biggie right?
Well the sprinkles of rain eventually turned into a monsoon of sorts. I have drove my car atleast 20 different times tripping, but one thing I never
planned on doing was driving in the rain. My friend complained about wanting to go home since the weather was so shitty so I say alrighty but bring up the point the insane amount of rain coming down and how it would be hard. This meant nothing to him, he said, "I'll drive then!" I turned down his offer, because even though I took a shitload more than him I still remember how he drives when he's sober and refuse to let him drive MY car, one that is hard to drive in the first place. At one point I had my chin on the dashboard trying to see desperately atleast 2 feet in front of my car. I knew if I went slow it would be ok, that and the fact that all the other cars were pulled over because they couldn't see because of all the rain. The sounds in the car from the rain hitting the outside with such force made me feel like I was in the microwave with some popcorn being popped like there was no tomorrow.
Some how, I happened to drive for close to an hour in the pouring rain and still finally manage to get home. I don't understand how, because it seemed that fate was against me but we prevailed somehow, even though the rain hitting my windshield was bursting into elaborate paterns of clown faces with whip cream like realness. I found that when a difficult situation pops up, the part of the brain that really doesn't want you to die takes over and you succeed.....
somehow. This has been a crazy day, finally around 9:30 A.M I arrive home. The joy of being safe at home was like taking ecstasy. I had been tested by some unknown force, but we came through. Time to celebrate with a couple lines of K which eventually led to me laying on the floor for a long while.
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"Well, if you can't believe what you read in a comic book, what can you believe?!"
Bullwinkle J. Moose
