Whoever said acid will change you, was right. Not your daily activities, or how you act toward people, because others never saw what you saw, they didnt experience what you were going through. They don't see the change, only you see it, deep within your own soul.
Last night i took ate 2 triple dosed white fluff cubes. Whatever happened after that can't be broke down in a blog, and it can't be described as detailed as it will always be engraved into my brain and only i truly know what i went through.. but here it goes. and believe me when i say this, you do not want to start out at acid trip at a fire with your senior class 2 weeks before graduation.
I cant remember exactly the time i started my trip but id say it was around 10. I rolled up to my buddies house and we went down into the basement and he ate 3 cubes and i ate 2, god only knows how much crazier his night was. We rolled over to the store to meet our driver and we cruised around a bit and headed out to a party. We had smoked some buds on a ride before we arrived at the party and we showed up to the party. The only 2 people that were tripping was me and my buddy so we always had like our eye contact and giggle thing going on. Some people knew what was up, but the majority had no clue we were tripping and they probably just thought we were drunk.
I sat there staring into a fire that seems to entrance me and i kept getting this urge to drop the bass. i just wanted to listen to some dubstep. So we threw in some step into my friends jeep at the fire and i just melted away with the music.
everything was so blurry and there was a path behind everything that moved. Chilling around this fire it began turning crazy and i started geeking real hard. I was still having a good time but i needed a more chill environment. a bunch of people wanted to roll into town to get some grub so i rode in a car that would drop the bass real low.
My friend had left the party earlier and we swore we would meet up again, it was like destiny actually.
driving around dropping the bass with my 2 buddies i just felt so outta mind it was unbelievable. everything was so faded out and it seemed like i was living my life to a dubstep soundtrack. for 2 or so hours we just rolled around and listeneed to dubstep and just felt the bass. i lived in that music all night i just wanted to be around it or have it playing in the background or it was playing in my head. it was crazy.
around 2 am my friend and i got ahold of each other and met up. he was with a good friend of mine so i hopped in his car. he just got a new carr and holy FUCK is that thing crazy fast. I told my friend i wanted to see how it ran, and this will be the last time i EVER ask him that.
We pull outta town and reach the interstate, i am trippy as fuck right now and were still droppin bass with some step. i hear him kick it down BRAAAAAAAA dropped the clutch and smashed her into a higher gear every 3 seconds it seems like.
the next thing i know were cruising at 150mph on the interstate. i felt like i was kissing death.
we knock it down and just cruise around back into town where we roll up behind an eclipse with purple lights, basically the same car we were in. he decided he was going to pick a race with the guy.
for the next hour or so i hardly hit under 90 mph and constantly up past 100. it was insane.
dropping the bass the whole time too. fuckin crazy shit.
the whole night i obviously checked my phone, shit was glowing.
and i dont mean the light for the background, like my phone was GLOWING.
all night i saw purple worms like creating everything, like everything was pixelated down into purple worms or some other crazy colored object.
Anyway.
we got back to my friends house eventually. watched some shit and laid down.
about 6 in the morning i only had one thing on my mind.
i left his house and cruised back to my own crib, waiting all night to be at peace with myself.
to be alone, to be free.
to LIVE LIFE,
to drop the bass.
Last night i took ate 2 triple dosed white fluff cubes. Whatever happened after that can't be broke down in a blog, and it can't be described as detailed as it will always be engraved into my brain and only i truly know what i went through.. but here it goes. and believe me when i say this, you do not want to start out at acid trip at a fire with your senior class 2 weeks before graduation.
I cant remember exactly the time i started my trip but id say it was around 10. I rolled up to my buddies house and we went down into the basement and he ate 3 cubes and i ate 2, god only knows how much crazier his night was. We rolled over to the store to meet our driver and we cruised around a bit and headed out to a party. We had smoked some buds on a ride before we arrived at the party and we showed up to the party. The only 2 people that were tripping was me and my buddy so we always had like our eye contact and giggle thing going on. Some people knew what was up, but the majority had no clue we were tripping and they probably just thought we were drunk.
I sat there staring into a fire that seems to entrance me and i kept getting this urge to drop the bass. i just wanted to listen to some dubstep. So we threw in some step into my friends jeep at the fire and i just melted away with the music.
everything was so blurry and there was a path behind everything that moved. Chilling around this fire it began turning crazy and i started geeking real hard. I was still having a good time but i needed a more chill environment. a bunch of people wanted to roll into town to get some grub so i rode in a car that would drop the bass real low.
My friend had left the party earlier and we swore we would meet up again, it was like destiny actually.
driving around dropping the bass with my 2 buddies i just felt so outta mind it was unbelievable. everything was so faded out and it seemed like i was living my life to a dubstep soundtrack. for 2 or so hours we just rolled around and listeneed to dubstep and just felt the bass. i lived in that music all night i just wanted to be around it or have it playing in the background or it was playing in my head. it was crazy.
around 2 am my friend and i got ahold of each other and met up. he was with a good friend of mine so i hopped in his car. he just got a new carr and holy FUCK is that thing crazy fast. I told my friend i wanted to see how it ran, and this will be the last time i EVER ask him that.
We pull outta town and reach the interstate, i am trippy as fuck right now and were still droppin bass with some step. i hear him kick it down BRAAAAAAAA dropped the clutch and smashed her into a higher gear every 3 seconds it seems like.
the next thing i know were cruising at 150mph on the interstate. i felt like i was kissing death.
we knock it down and just cruise around back into town where we roll up behind an eclipse with purple lights, basically the same car we were in. he decided he was going to pick a race with the guy.
for the next hour or so i hardly hit under 90 mph and constantly up past 100. it was insane.
dropping the bass the whole time too. fuckin crazy shit.
the whole night i obviously checked my phone, shit was glowing.
and i dont mean the light for the background, like my phone was GLOWING.
all night i saw purple worms like creating everything, like everything was pixelated down into purple worms or some other crazy colored object.
Anyway.
we got back to my friends house eventually. watched some shit and laid down.
about 6 in the morning i only had one thing on my mind.
i left his house and cruised back to my own crib, waiting all night to be at peace with myself.
to be alone, to be free.
to LIVE LIFE,
to drop the bass.
Trying to piece together exactly how a good trip went is a difficult thing to do. Almost like trying to remember a dream.