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LSD - Experienced - From my room to School

n00bgod

n00bgod

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Start my afternoon off monday calling my L dealer, heard he had just gone to re up and had some of his regular (shitty I admit) L. Its that white on white unperf'd almost watercolor paper like texture shit that has been floating around down South for a while.

After riding with my friends to go get 3 hits for myself, and for them to case the place out (this kid had a lot of dank, almost a QP - and was begging to get his shit taken). After charging me $10 a hit I wasnt necassarily going to stop it, but I had them take me back to my car in hopes of getting some V-Day shopping done so the parents wont hate me too much.

I get a call while im shopping at Target from the kid with L. Apparently my friends had gone back, put a .38 to his head, and tried to clean everyone in the car out. The kids getting set up all managed to haul ass out of the car and get away with only a wallet or 2 getting taken. Needless to say, no more L for me even though I was uninvolved - oh well, his shit sucks anyways and I knew

Its 10 o clock and after cutting off a hit to put in a V-Day card for a girlfriend of mine who had never tripped I eat my 2 hits of L. It usually takes about an hour and a half for 2 hits to kick with this kids shit, and I knew I was in for a night when I was coming up almost harder than I peaked on the shit before within 30 minutes of the L hitting my tongue.

The setting : school night, no homework, parents asleep and at the same house where 1 month ago I had my first bad trip in 3 years of psychadelic useage. An 1/8 of potent ass mushrooms had me freaking out bad, making me rethink my drug use. I wanted to see if I could overcome the vibe this house gave me.

Im watching 24 at about T+ 0:45 and Jacks face is morphing, I am feeling a heavy body buzz (ALMOST ecstasy like without the roll) and my pupils are EXTREMELY dialated. I decide to go lay down after the show and kick back in my bed with some Widespread/String Cheese/Pink Floyds - Pulse. I peak at about 12 and wow, I realize I am stupid as hell. I have a semi important day at school tommorrow, and I realize I will still be tripping. This L was deff. better than all this kids stuff, and I misjudged how long I would be tripping. Whoops.

Its about 4 am and im standing in the mirror looking at myself. Everything is so ugly yet beautiful on acid. When I trip and look at myself I can see every pore of fucking skin, nasty. Everything feels as If I was put here from another world and Im just discovering light, air, mirrors, I cant wipe the smile off my face. I am VERY on edge, I know there is no going to sleep. I lay back down in bed, watching my windows ripple, my hand flowing away, and my carpet pulsate.

When is this going to get weaker? I start to get almost a little tired of tripping, Its not as pronounced as it was, I am almost n a trancending phase (not really coming down, but shifting trip modes). I fight to sleep (its about 6 am now) - nothing happening. At about 6:35 I am dressed, (no shower before school, not good I know, but I fucked off getting into the shower staring at a rug in my bathroom) and scraping ice off my jeep during fucking 30 degree weather. I am pissed. I am late (school starts at 7, I still gotta pick a girl that rides to school with me up, and I am really on edge. My colors still are noticably fucked, everything has kind of a purplish hue to it. Everything is so fucking weird, Im tripping but everything is really weirding me out. I get to school about 10 minutes late and am told to go to homeroom to pick my classes for my senior. Fuck.

Some girl that Ive only talked to motioned for me to come sit down, and right away she sees my eyes and says "your tripping balls, give me your schedule". She fills out my sheet for next year, telling me about how shes always wanted to eat a quarter sheet. She says by the way I look (I look like shit) it looks as if I'd eaten about 5 hits of acid sometime the night before. After talking some more about random shit, a friend comes up to me and shouts "DUDE, YOUR PUPILS ARE DIME SIZE". Im in homeroom with a bunch of kids who dont use and I know some of them are looking at me trying to figure out what the "hippie dude smoked". Everything is really weirding me out, and Im starting to get pissed off at people.

1st period rolls around and, lol, its a movie day. Some Kevin Costner movie about the Cuban Missle Crisis. I have to concentrate to see Costners face blur. The girl I had the L for is in my class and I slip her the card, she lights up and I think its at that moment my trip seems to lose the anxiety really and for the first time I feel like im really coming down. The rest of the day (Up until 5th period, 12 o clock) I spent trying not to make eye contact with the teachers and trying no to look sketch. I go home at 2 o clock and sleep for 2 hours before going to work.
 
Haha dude that was awesome. For some reason I thought that was really funny. I think you wrote a good report but only someone who has taken acid could really appreciate it! I used to go to school after taking DXM the nite before, so I feel your pain (or pleasure too).
 
Wow, i've gotta say that couldve gone alot worse, and it's healthy to laugh at it now =D. You had mentioned your house giving you really bad vibes the last time you tripped there, did any of that happen this time? Your main focus on this report was your worry about school, so i guess that could have overshadowed anything else going on
 
Dude...I feel ya on that one. The second time I took acid the guy didnt know if it was still any good or not, so he agreed to dose me till I started a trip. Dropped one hit, hour later, nothing...1 more and another hour...nothing. So ol' dude whips out a bar of shroom chocolate, gives me and my fellow tripper a square each (1.5 grms shrooms each) and split another hit of the cid between us...

So me and the other dude start heading toward his house, feeling a little off (sober driver of course)...No sooner than I had kicked back on his bed, the poster on his celing began to run tracks around the room....Man, we were FUCKED that night...... Anyway, at that point in time I was working in a VERY nice gated subdivision on the weekends, I had anticpated a little sleep, but alas the trip gods were not with me on that one.

After going home to shower, and no doubt probably giving my ol dad the impression that I had maybe started to play with my mind a lil, I smoked some good kind and got on the road to work........Thats when I really realized I was still tripping, as the car next to me was bobbing left to right and the radio just seemed to know the EXACT right song every time. I get to my office in the gate house, and I realize that ive been hearing a slight buzz.....That stayed the whole day, as well as minor visuals and just FUCKED thought patterns..Luckily it was a slow day, maybe one or 2 people came in for information..The only really fucked part was this old guy came in, and as I started to talk to him, I broke out into a PROFUSE cold sweat....It sucked....

Ok yall, sorry to draw that lame story out so far...Im bout to drop 2 sweet tarts and im getting kinda anxious....The moral of the story, ALLOW ADAQUATE TIME TO BE A CRACKHEAD BEFORE IMPT ENGAGEMENTS!
 
n00bgod said:
After riding with my friends to go get 3 hits for myself, and for them to case the place out... my friends had gone back, put a .38 to his head, and...
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That's pretty fucked up.
 
yeah, i didnt stick around for it, and halfway thought they were bullshiting
 
That takes balls to drop with all the shit going on around you. I really liked how your report picked up intensity as you got more and more on edge.
 
That's a really shitty thing to do. And you totally knew about it.

Fuck all you guys.
 
rofl i know exactly who you're talking about.....if you're 16 and insist on getting into this game expect to get your shit taken....daily
 
Or don't be an idiot, and don't let yourself have anything to do with little shits like the original poster and his friends. It isn't that hard, and people do it on a daily basis successfully.

"this game" might apply to dealers of shadier substances, even weed in some areas. LSD tends to have a different community. People bitch and complain about how they can't get LSD. Well, here's part of the reason it deserves to *stay* in smaller communities. Assholes. The "this game" attitude is just as bad, and is usually a failed attempt to justify being a dick. There are smart dealers who don't get robbed daily. You just don't know them, because they're too smart to hang around people with attitudes like you, and thus they're less likely to get robbed.
 
This post would seem alright if you took the opportunity of learning from LSD as much as you could have learned at school. It seems you learned from neither but thankfully we can all learn from you: I'm sorry but you're an idiot.

Still, thanks for your report.
 
Elgr said:
"this game" might apply to dealers of shadier substances, even weed in some areas. LSD tends to have a different community. People bitch and complain about how they can't get LSD. Well, here's part of the reason it deserves to *stay* in smaller communities. Assholes. The "this game" attitude is just as bad, and is usually a failed attempt to justify being a dick. There are smart dealers who don't get robbed daily. You just don't know them, because they're too smart to hang around people with attitudes like you, and thus they're less likely to get robbed.
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i don't know what area you are from but in my area its a given, regaurdless what you sell....if you sell, you take the risks of being "the dealer" which im sorry to say happens to include people looking for an easy way to bully someone out of their cash/stash. The kid he is talking about with the lsd is prolly the only kid in memphis who has lsd on the constant and he is a young kid, VERY young. call me an asshole that doesn't bother me. 16 year old kids slangin dank, lsd and anything else he can get his hands on bothers me. want to be pusherman? deal with pusherman problems. if you're 16 and involved in this life style you're headed for nothin but trouble anyway. live and learn.
Kid's lucky it was some germantown folk and not some south memphis gang banger...... the .38 might have been loaded ;/
 
"The kid he is talking about with the lsd is prolly the only kid in memphis who has lsd on the constant and he is a young kid, "

In the kind of scene people like you associate in, that is probably true. And like you said, if you fuck with that scene, you can expect to get robbed.

If he's dealing with south memphis gang bangers, again, he shouldn't be surprised if he gets robbed. There isn't a chance that he's the only person in memphis with acid. There are certain kinds of people who are much less likely to be robbed, and they're the same kind of people that you or this crowd aren't going to stumble across.

But in the traditional sense of a drug dealer, like your average highschool student selling weed: Sure, you're right. You get what comes with the territory.
 
Elgr said:
"this game" might apply to dealers of shadier substances, even weed in some areas. LSD tends to have a different community. People bitch and complain about how they can't get LSD.
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Well, in my experience LSD has made me see how "this game" really means life in general and it applies EVERYWHERE, all the time.

Working in Northwestern's technology incubator really truly confirmed my views. Living in Joliet IL really confirmed my views.

U see, money is so nice and it feels so good and its magic because its made out of ground up humans. And its worth anything.
 
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