bluedolphin
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What follows is the story of one of the most insane (literally) nights of my life.
On The Road
On a friday afternoon I got a phone call from one of my best friends, "J". He'd called to tell me that he'd picked up a 10 strip of some blotter with a picture of some guy with a sword. His description sounded like they were the new lavender prints that were showing up in the northeast. Originally J had planned on driving up to visit me for the weekend, but it turned out he had made more recent plans to eat some blotter, and of course I couldn't blame him.
The thing was, my girlfriend "S" and myself had two microdots saved which we had planned to eat that very night. All the info I could gather on these microdots suggested that they were most likely needlepoint and somewhere around 250ug each.
So, my friends M, Trees, and J were planning on tripping on the same night as myself and my girl, but we were 4 hours away at college. Trees and J would be eating LSD for their first time, so I really wanted to be there! So, of course the only reasonable thing to do was to grab my guitar, amp, digital camera, and leave school at 5pm with the intent of meeting these guys back home at 9:30pm, when we'd all drop our doses at M's apartment.
S was hesitant at first, but along the ride we played Cat Stevens and other peaceful-type music and soon enough she had given in to the spontaneous nature of the trip.
On the way we stopped at a highway-side fast food rest stop, ate some processed chicken, and called Trees because we weren't sure if he would be joining us or not. He gave me some lame excuses about how he couldn't make it, even though I was driving over 4 hours to chill with him. I cut our conversation short because I was tired of the same old excuses.
Part One: Are You Experienced?
We arrived there at 9:31pm (one minute late... damn) and I learned that J was planning to be a trip-sitter. I thought this was a real load of shit, after all he was talking about candyflipping on the phone with me and this was a real lame turn of events after I had just drove over 4 hours to trip with the kid. At the time I was unaware of the real reason he was trip sitting.
M had already dosed a single blotter, and after spending some time looking for one of the microdots which almost got lost in the carpet, S and I ate our microdots. They were barely larger than a poppy seed, shaped like a barrel, dark grey, and gummy on the outside with a nearly clear chunk of bitter crystal on the inside. I know these dots have been spotted in Australia, USA, and Europe. M realized that we'd be tripping much harder than him unless he ate more acid, so J cut him out another 1.5 hits. Like any good trip-sitter, J parachuted a "superman" mdma/mde pill for himself.
M and I were starting to feel our doses fast (it seemed to be hitting S more slowly). I had absolutely no anxiety though. I don't know if it was the comfortable environment (thus far) or the quality of the acid, but either way it was smooth. J made a quick run to the supermarket to grab a few essentials (including a Sobe Green Tea for myself) before his pill kicked in.
By the time J got back I was crawling on the floor looking for an outlet to plug my guitar into. Yes, simple tasks were becoming quite difficult and amusing. Already I was wearing a perma-grin and laughing quite a bit. I got distracted and suggested that I was pretty hungry. M and S then began the lengthy and confusing task of making me some minute rice, as the cupboards were otherwise barren. Meanwhile we put Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas in the DVD player and watched the first half of it, commenting on how realistic the depictions of psychedelic drug use were in the movie.
During this hour the world around me became quite psychedelic. I noticed the familiar static neon-blue acid energy surrounding everything. The stucco ceiling appeared to float off into space as the wall clock smiled down at me.
J saw what a great time we were all having and dropped 1.5 hits of the lavender blotter. I thought this was great! M saw that J was eating some acid and decided to eat more himself, bringing his total up to 3.5 doses. M was experienced with acid when he used to eat quite a bit in high school, but he hadn't tasted the stuff in about 4 years. Anyway, we all figured he could handle it.
The minute rice was finally done so I started eating it right out of the pot to everyone's amusement. I put the rest back for later. By now I suspected I was probably peaking on the acid, and indeed I was tripping harder on LSD than I ever had before, and I was loving every minute of it. I bumped into a wall phone and commented, "This guy keeps sneaking up on me!" Soon afterwards I stepped near a fan and thought I had almost stepped on an animal.
It was time to play guitar. At first it was difficult because of the neon-blue acid energy reverberating around my strings and fretboard, and because my fingers felt pretty strange, but soon enough I had settled into a groove. My stratocaster + wah pedal + compression sustainer made for some trippy music. On drugs I usually have no problem blowing my mind with my own music, and this was no exception. Soon M joined me on his acoustic guitar and we had an excellent jam going. Our transitions matched, and our music-communication was top notch. Occasionally though, M would suddenly start playing something completely unrelated to our jam, and he would play it incredibly fast and chaotic. "That's cool dude, do you want to keep jamming?" --- and then he'd go back to our jam.
Around this time M was starting to get kind of hyper and bringing up stuff related to his history of mental illness and weird things about past relationships. But then again we were all saying weird and random stuff and not really understanding what each other was talking about, so I didn't think much of it. When M started saying that the third hit was hitting him, and that "M had gone bye-bye" I thought he was just being a wimp by being so dramatic about how hard he was tripping.
Part Two: Manic Depression
Now M is also a bit of an alcoholic, to put it mildly. Soon he began working on a 5th of rum in addition to 3.5 hits of acid and constant pot smoking (some absolutely first-rate White Widow by the way, but I wasn't smoking yet).
Soon our friend Lopez came over after having had several drinks at a party a few towns over. He walked in just in time to see M lapse into total acid-induced mania. M was pacing around, constantly talking about sketchy stuff, and being way too loud for an acid trip. At this point M was deteriorating into the worst manic episode I've ever seen or heard of much faster than I was comfortable with. I mean, it was chaos. My entire world took on a hectic feel. M needed to be contained.
When I could barely stand M's pacing and babbling for another second, I told him to come jam with me again. He was so manic that I had to tell him several times, but finally I got him to sit down and play. For the next half-hour or so we played a beautiful, original, and mellow jam. I'm quite sure everyone in the room greatly appreciated my ability to "contain" M's mania with music. S came over and sat by my side, and I could see that she was enjoying my gift of serenity. Quite often he'd get distracted and start talking about something sketchy, and then play his guitar really fast and randomly, but each time I'd remind him that we were in the middle of a great jam, and suggested we continue.
Soon he couldn't be forced to play guitar any longer, and he continued drinking his rum and babbling. Around this point I felt like I was peaking harder than before, and the room washed over with red and objects took on a dark appearance. My visuals on LSD often reflect my emotions.
At some point Lopez must have had enough of our haywire acid trip and left us to our own fate.
Now, on acid people are generally very peaceful. But people's nerves are also very much on end. M was fully aware of his condition, but he couldn't do anything to stop it. M might not have known that, to me, that night, he was "the enemy". But he did have enough sense to know that I was on edge and trying to do my part to keep the experience peaceful for those of us who weren't in the middle of a manic episode. Therefore he agreed that fuzzy prehistoric animals were a good idea. We put Ice Age in the DVD player, and I decided it was time for me to smoke some White Widow.
Now, Ice Age is probably the BEST movie you can watch on acid. Not only is it bright, happy, and rendered by computers (making it impossible to tell what's really in the movie and what's an acid visual), but it tells a really heartwarming story. M was able to shut up through most of this movie. None of us were paying him much attention. I felt bad, but I'm sure he understood that we all needed to look out for #1. I'm especially impressed at J's handling of the experience. I know if it was my first trip on LSD I wouldn't have handled it so well. Or maybe I would have.
The White Widow made me peak again for the third time, and this time the visuals were quite dramatic. I was having complete hallucinations, like staircases rising up out of the floor and stuff. Most of which I saw there really are no words to explain, because it doesn't exist in real life.
At some point M went to "use the bathroom" and we heard the washing machine running. He came back and we asked him what the fuck he was doing. He said, "I wasn't washing my clothes, that would be type A manic behavior, and I'm not type A." Right. J and I joked about it behind his back a bit, especially when he brough it up again later. "That bathroom fan is weird... it sounds like a washing machine. You guys can hear that too? Weird. Bathroom fans shouldn't do that." J responded, "Yeah, sure sounded like a washing machine to me." I couldn't help but crack up.
We were all on the tail ends of our trips, and after spending half our trip listening to constant insanity, all our nerves were really on edge. So we smoked a great deal of White Widow and attempted to chill out while watching Shrek.
At this time I was still tripping pretty hard, and spent some time thinking. I wondered what the theme of this trip had been for me. In light of recently diagnosing myself with masculine depression I was hoping for some revelation. I realized though, that in the last month I had made great strides in terms of getting my life back on track. I already knew what I needed to do, and I didn't need LSD to show me. I did realize that my connection with S, as I held her close to comfort her nerves, was indeed unbroken and stronger than ever.
My thoughts then began to reflect the chaos of this acid trip. Behind my eyes I was flooded with pornographic imagery of my girlfriend. Also, I wondered if M would ever turn to violence in his state of mania? I imagined myself killing him quite quickly and brutally if he ever tried to attack us.
Towards the end of Shrek all of us besides M wanted to try to sleep. It took us a long time, perhaps an hour, to send M off to deal with himself. He simply kept coming back to talk about random shit and be all hyper and drink more alcohol when were were lying on the couches trying to sleep.
But I didn't sleep that night. There was too much racing through my head, too much acid stimulation, and no adequately comfortable place to sleep.
Fortunately S was able to sleep and drive us back the next day. I enjoyed a powerful afterglow in the car ride back, and we had a great talk about the spontaneous adventure. I don't know if it was just a normal acid afterglow, or the fact that I witnessed how fucked up some other people's lives are, but it felt amazing to be alive even on no sleep.
Peace-
bluedolphin
On The Road
On a friday afternoon I got a phone call from one of my best friends, "J". He'd called to tell me that he'd picked up a 10 strip of some blotter with a picture of some guy with a sword. His description sounded like they were the new lavender prints that were showing up in the northeast. Originally J had planned on driving up to visit me for the weekend, but it turned out he had made more recent plans to eat some blotter, and of course I couldn't blame him.
The thing was, my girlfriend "S" and myself had two microdots saved which we had planned to eat that very night. All the info I could gather on these microdots suggested that they were most likely needlepoint and somewhere around 250ug each.
So, my friends M, Trees, and J were planning on tripping on the same night as myself and my girl, but we were 4 hours away at college. Trees and J would be eating LSD for their first time, so I really wanted to be there! So, of course the only reasonable thing to do was to grab my guitar, amp, digital camera, and leave school at 5pm with the intent of meeting these guys back home at 9:30pm, when we'd all drop our doses at M's apartment.
S was hesitant at first, but along the ride we played Cat Stevens and other peaceful-type music and soon enough she had given in to the spontaneous nature of the trip.
On the way we stopped at a highway-side fast food rest stop, ate some processed chicken, and called Trees because we weren't sure if he would be joining us or not. He gave me some lame excuses about how he couldn't make it, even though I was driving over 4 hours to chill with him. I cut our conversation short because I was tired of the same old excuses.
Part One: Are You Experienced?
We arrived there at 9:31pm (one minute late... damn) and I learned that J was planning to be a trip-sitter. I thought this was a real load of shit, after all he was talking about candyflipping on the phone with me and this was a real lame turn of events after I had just drove over 4 hours to trip with the kid. At the time I was unaware of the real reason he was trip sitting.
M had already dosed a single blotter, and after spending some time looking for one of the microdots which almost got lost in the carpet, S and I ate our microdots. They were barely larger than a poppy seed, shaped like a barrel, dark grey, and gummy on the outside with a nearly clear chunk of bitter crystal on the inside. I know these dots have been spotted in Australia, USA, and Europe. M realized that we'd be tripping much harder than him unless he ate more acid, so J cut him out another 1.5 hits. Like any good trip-sitter, J parachuted a "superman" mdma/mde pill for himself.
M and I were starting to feel our doses fast (it seemed to be hitting S more slowly). I had absolutely no anxiety though. I don't know if it was the comfortable environment (thus far) or the quality of the acid, but either way it was smooth. J made a quick run to the supermarket to grab a few essentials (including a Sobe Green Tea for myself) before his pill kicked in.
By the time J got back I was crawling on the floor looking for an outlet to plug my guitar into. Yes, simple tasks were becoming quite difficult and amusing. Already I was wearing a perma-grin and laughing quite a bit. I got distracted and suggested that I was pretty hungry. M and S then began the lengthy and confusing task of making me some minute rice, as the cupboards were otherwise barren. Meanwhile we put Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas in the DVD player and watched the first half of it, commenting on how realistic the depictions of psychedelic drug use were in the movie.
During this hour the world around me became quite psychedelic. I noticed the familiar static neon-blue acid energy surrounding everything. The stucco ceiling appeared to float off into space as the wall clock smiled down at me.
J saw what a great time we were all having and dropped 1.5 hits of the lavender blotter. I thought this was great! M saw that J was eating some acid and decided to eat more himself, bringing his total up to 3.5 doses. M was experienced with acid when he used to eat quite a bit in high school, but he hadn't tasted the stuff in about 4 years. Anyway, we all figured he could handle it.
The minute rice was finally done so I started eating it right out of the pot to everyone's amusement. I put the rest back for later. By now I suspected I was probably peaking on the acid, and indeed I was tripping harder on LSD than I ever had before, and I was loving every minute of it. I bumped into a wall phone and commented, "This guy keeps sneaking up on me!" Soon afterwards I stepped near a fan and thought I had almost stepped on an animal.
It was time to play guitar. At first it was difficult because of the neon-blue acid energy reverberating around my strings and fretboard, and because my fingers felt pretty strange, but soon enough I had settled into a groove. My stratocaster + wah pedal + compression sustainer made for some trippy music. On drugs I usually have no problem blowing my mind with my own music, and this was no exception. Soon M joined me on his acoustic guitar and we had an excellent jam going. Our transitions matched, and our music-communication was top notch. Occasionally though, M would suddenly start playing something completely unrelated to our jam, and he would play it incredibly fast and chaotic. "That's cool dude, do you want to keep jamming?" --- and then he'd go back to our jam.
Around this time M was starting to get kind of hyper and bringing up stuff related to his history of mental illness and weird things about past relationships. But then again we were all saying weird and random stuff and not really understanding what each other was talking about, so I didn't think much of it. When M started saying that the third hit was hitting him, and that "M had gone bye-bye" I thought he was just being a wimp by being so dramatic about how hard he was tripping.
Part Two: Manic Depression
Now M is also a bit of an alcoholic, to put it mildly. Soon he began working on a 5th of rum in addition to 3.5 hits of acid and constant pot smoking (some absolutely first-rate White Widow by the way, but I wasn't smoking yet).
Soon our friend Lopez came over after having had several drinks at a party a few towns over. He walked in just in time to see M lapse into total acid-induced mania. M was pacing around, constantly talking about sketchy stuff, and being way too loud for an acid trip. At this point M was deteriorating into the worst manic episode I've ever seen or heard of much faster than I was comfortable with. I mean, it was chaos. My entire world took on a hectic feel. M needed to be contained.
When I could barely stand M's pacing and babbling for another second, I told him to come jam with me again. He was so manic that I had to tell him several times, but finally I got him to sit down and play. For the next half-hour or so we played a beautiful, original, and mellow jam. I'm quite sure everyone in the room greatly appreciated my ability to "contain" M's mania with music. S came over and sat by my side, and I could see that she was enjoying my gift of serenity. Quite often he'd get distracted and start talking about something sketchy, and then play his guitar really fast and randomly, but each time I'd remind him that we were in the middle of a great jam, and suggested we continue.
Soon he couldn't be forced to play guitar any longer, and he continued drinking his rum and babbling. Around this point I felt like I was peaking harder than before, and the room washed over with red and objects took on a dark appearance. My visuals on LSD often reflect my emotions.
At some point Lopez must have had enough of our haywire acid trip and left us to our own fate.
Now, on acid people are generally very peaceful. But people's nerves are also very much on end. M was fully aware of his condition, but he couldn't do anything to stop it. M might not have known that, to me, that night, he was "the enemy". But he did have enough sense to know that I was on edge and trying to do my part to keep the experience peaceful for those of us who weren't in the middle of a manic episode. Therefore he agreed that fuzzy prehistoric animals were a good idea. We put Ice Age in the DVD player, and I decided it was time for me to smoke some White Widow.
Now, Ice Age is probably the BEST movie you can watch on acid. Not only is it bright, happy, and rendered by computers (making it impossible to tell what's really in the movie and what's an acid visual), but it tells a really heartwarming story. M was able to shut up through most of this movie. None of us were paying him much attention. I felt bad, but I'm sure he understood that we all needed to look out for #1. I'm especially impressed at J's handling of the experience. I know if it was my first trip on LSD I wouldn't have handled it so well. Or maybe I would have.
The White Widow made me peak again for the third time, and this time the visuals were quite dramatic. I was having complete hallucinations, like staircases rising up out of the floor and stuff. Most of which I saw there really are no words to explain, because it doesn't exist in real life.
At some point M went to "use the bathroom" and we heard the washing machine running. He came back and we asked him what the fuck he was doing. He said, "I wasn't washing my clothes, that would be type A manic behavior, and I'm not type A." Right. J and I joked about it behind his back a bit, especially when he brough it up again later. "That bathroom fan is weird... it sounds like a washing machine. You guys can hear that too? Weird. Bathroom fans shouldn't do that." J responded, "Yeah, sure sounded like a washing machine to me." I couldn't help but crack up.
We were all on the tail ends of our trips, and after spending half our trip listening to constant insanity, all our nerves were really on edge. So we smoked a great deal of White Widow and attempted to chill out while watching Shrek.
At this time I was still tripping pretty hard, and spent some time thinking. I wondered what the theme of this trip had been for me. In light of recently diagnosing myself with masculine depression I was hoping for some revelation. I realized though, that in the last month I had made great strides in terms of getting my life back on track. I already knew what I needed to do, and I didn't need LSD to show me. I did realize that my connection with S, as I held her close to comfort her nerves, was indeed unbroken and stronger than ever.
My thoughts then began to reflect the chaos of this acid trip. Behind my eyes I was flooded with pornographic imagery of my girlfriend. Also, I wondered if M would ever turn to violence in his state of mania? I imagined myself killing him quite quickly and brutally if he ever tried to attack us.
Towards the end of Shrek all of us besides M wanted to try to sleep. It took us a long time, perhaps an hour, to send M off to deal with himself. He simply kept coming back to talk about random shit and be all hyper and drink more alcohol when were were lying on the couches trying to sleep.
But I didn't sleep that night. There was too much racing through my head, too much acid stimulation, and no adequately comfortable place to sleep.
Fortunately S was able to sleep and drive us back the next day. I enjoyed a powerful afterglow in the car ride back, and we had a great talk about the spontaneous adventure. I don't know if it was just a normal acid afterglow, or the fact that I witnessed how fucked up some other people's lives are, but it felt amazing to be alive even on no sleep.
Peace-
bluedolphin
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. awsome report!