R.M. Shackelford
Bluelighter
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- Feb 24, 2004
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On wednesday, a friend sold me a pill that supposedly contained 2c-i. I took it in the morning, and didn't feel much. All the other people who got some apparently tripped balls, but I only experienced a mild head buzz. This has happened to me numerous times with psychadelic drugs - getting something I know is good/real, watching other people become monstrously twisted on the same thing, and catching either a slight buzz or nothing at all from the drug.
Anyways, the friend who sold it to me felt bad that I didn't trip, so he promised he would make me trip by the end of the day. I gave him $40 to get me 4 hits of LSD. Fast forward to 9:30pm. He picked me up from work, and I took two of the hits (small, white papers) in his car. We drove around and smoked, and then he dropped me off at home.
I started to notice the effects after about 2 hours. Mild euphoria, interest in objects. I was noticing very weak visuals around midnight, so I decided to take the other 2 as well, since 2 hits didn't seem worth holding onto, given how I felt. I was on the phone with a girl I like during almost the whole time I was coming up. I walked into a huge (real) spider web in my backyard, but it didn't really upset me any more than it usually would.
About 30-60 minutes later, the visuals became impossible to ignore. My imagination was broadcast in the form of strange lucid images on various surfaces (tile floor, for example) that had enough visual irregularity for my mind to start filling in the blanks and connecting things when I relaxed my eyes and let it happen. I went out to sit in my garage to play guitar and smoke pot.
I spent the next few hours out there, staring at the strange garage floor with all it's bits of tape and dirt and weirdness, looking at (not real) miniture cities buried in sand and all manner of interesting little whatnots. I played games with myself, trying to get a feel for what the drug was doing to me. I would think of a word, like "fuck" or "spider" or "king" and watch as images related to the word melted into my environment without any effort or thought on my part.
There was no anxiety. I even managed to talk to my mom (who hates my drug use and who I can't tolerate to be around when I'm stoned or sober) perfectly normally. I didn't experience any strange thoughts or giddiness or mindfuck or really any of the things people say they feel on acid. It was like I felt excessively normal, but more content, and with mild visual distortion. I don't understand how people have 'bad trips' or why my friends get upset when people say anything negative when they are coming up.
I spent the next hour or so in my room, listening to music and staring into the darkness. At one point, I made the mistake of remembering the spider I had encountered earlier, and my room began slowly filling itself with spider webs. I easily defeated the hullucination. I fell asleep at 4am, still tripping, and had to get up 6am for school. I awoke soaked with sweat.
Last night, I dropped acid again. This time, it was 3 hits at the same time. It wasn't a very interesting experience. Virtually no visuals at all. No mindfuck, no giddiness. Just jaw-clenching and chain smoking and general happiness around my friends. I was a bit put off that I wasn't really tripping, so I took 3 shots of vodka and smoked some pot. When I got home, and was sitting in front of my computer about 5 hours after dosing, I started feeling depressed (which would have almost certainly been the case if I had not dropped the acid, as I am extremely bipolar and hate being at home and/or alone). The cheap vodka in my system seemed ever-present, starting about half an hour after I stopped drinking. No inebriation, just a vague feeling of chemical badness.
I was getting a bad vibe from the acid. It wasn't that it was bothering me or upsetting me, but I was annoyed because I didn't feel normal, but I wasn't experiencing anything fun or interesting. I tried to focus and enjoy it but I couldn't. I stayed up until 3:30 listening to music, which sounded normal, then went to bed. I woke up drenched with sweat 3 hours later to help with a yard sale.
LSD feels more like a stimulant to me than a psychadelic. Very little body high, motivation to do things and move about, mild contentment with life. It seems to do virtually nothing to my thought processes, and does virtually nothing to effect my behavior, apart from the tendancy to make me stare at things I wouldn't generally stare at, and to temporarily defeat my apathy and depression.
Anyways, I enjoyed the first experience thoroughly. I intend on dosing again, probably 10-15 hits, if I can ever afford it.
Anyways, the friend who sold it to me felt bad that I didn't trip, so he promised he would make me trip by the end of the day. I gave him $40 to get me 4 hits of LSD. Fast forward to 9:30pm. He picked me up from work, and I took two of the hits (small, white papers) in his car. We drove around and smoked, and then he dropped me off at home.
I started to notice the effects after about 2 hours. Mild euphoria, interest in objects. I was noticing very weak visuals around midnight, so I decided to take the other 2 as well, since 2 hits didn't seem worth holding onto, given how I felt. I was on the phone with a girl I like during almost the whole time I was coming up. I walked into a huge (real) spider web in my backyard, but it didn't really upset me any more than it usually would.
About 30-60 minutes later, the visuals became impossible to ignore. My imagination was broadcast in the form of strange lucid images on various surfaces (tile floor, for example) that had enough visual irregularity for my mind to start filling in the blanks and connecting things when I relaxed my eyes and let it happen. I went out to sit in my garage to play guitar and smoke pot.
I spent the next few hours out there, staring at the strange garage floor with all it's bits of tape and dirt and weirdness, looking at (not real) miniture cities buried in sand and all manner of interesting little whatnots. I played games with myself, trying to get a feel for what the drug was doing to me. I would think of a word, like "fuck" or "spider" or "king" and watch as images related to the word melted into my environment without any effort or thought on my part.
There was no anxiety. I even managed to talk to my mom (who hates my drug use and who I can't tolerate to be around when I'm stoned or sober) perfectly normally. I didn't experience any strange thoughts or giddiness or mindfuck or really any of the things people say they feel on acid. It was like I felt excessively normal, but more content, and with mild visual distortion. I don't understand how people have 'bad trips' or why my friends get upset when people say anything negative when they are coming up.
I spent the next hour or so in my room, listening to music and staring into the darkness. At one point, I made the mistake of remembering the spider I had encountered earlier, and my room began slowly filling itself with spider webs. I easily defeated the hullucination. I fell asleep at 4am, still tripping, and had to get up 6am for school. I awoke soaked with sweat.
Last night, I dropped acid again. This time, it was 3 hits at the same time. It wasn't a very interesting experience. Virtually no visuals at all. No mindfuck, no giddiness. Just jaw-clenching and chain smoking and general happiness around my friends. I was a bit put off that I wasn't really tripping, so I took 3 shots of vodka and smoked some pot. When I got home, and was sitting in front of my computer about 5 hours after dosing, I started feeling depressed (which would have almost certainly been the case if I had not dropped the acid, as I am extremely bipolar and hate being at home and/or alone). The cheap vodka in my system seemed ever-present, starting about half an hour after I stopped drinking. No inebriation, just a vague feeling of chemical badness.
I was getting a bad vibe from the acid. It wasn't that it was bothering me or upsetting me, but I was annoyed because I didn't feel normal, but I wasn't experiencing anything fun or interesting. I tried to focus and enjoy it but I couldn't. I stayed up until 3:30 listening to music, which sounded normal, then went to bed. I woke up drenched with sweat 3 hours later to help with a yard sale.
LSD feels more like a stimulant to me than a psychadelic. Very little body high, motivation to do things and move about, mild contentment with life. It seems to do virtually nothing to my thought processes, and does virtually nothing to effect my behavior, apart from the tendancy to make me stare at things I wouldn't generally stare at, and to temporarily defeat my apathy and depression.
Anyways, I enjoyed the first experience thoroughly. I intend on dosing again, probably 10-15 hits, if I can ever afford it.
