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Bluelighter
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first time acid trip
ok this isnt exactly fresh in my memory so bare with me please but gather round children and hear the tale of my first acid trip.
ok i had always been interested in trying all kinds of different drugs and LSD had always been near the top of my list. one week a close friend of mine told me he was going to buy some acid and try it for the first time. he bought a 15 strip or so i think and planned on eating/reselling it he wanted to know if i wanted to try it and of course i said yes and so he reserved me a tab. anyway i dont remember the day of the week but i come into school one day and work my way through my classes untill lunch. once lunchtime comes i go to meet my friend at our usual spot and hes already tripping. he tells me its one of the best things hes ever tried and tells me to quickly eat a tab(they were called pink elephants and were from philly). i rip off a dose and place it on my tongue. for the rest of the lunch period i was waiting for it to kick in and entertaining my friend.
by the time i reached my next class(math) i could already feel something coming on. this was less then 45 minutes since i had dosed. i wasnt seeing anything yet or even really tripping, at the time i described it as an odd sort of high as if i had smoked some weird weed. as i sit there there trying to do my work math just keeps getting harder and harder untill i have trouble even knowing what im looking at. to my dismay my teacher calls me to the board to solve a problem. i stand up there for 10 minutes as my teacher keeps reminding me what im supposed to do and while i try and fight the utter confusion and solve the problem so i can get back to my seat as quickly as possible. after a few minutes of struggling i somehow manage to put up the answer and am allowed to take my seat. soon after class ends and its on to my industrial design class. at this point i was alread starting to see patterns form on any and all surfaces and my vision was getting starting to break up into a sort of slideshow sort of effect.
as i get to my industrial design class i meet a friend standing outside the door and i quickly inform him of my adventure. he seems proud and we start to talk but somehow i end up staring at my hand for 5 minutes ignoring everything he has to say. as i get into class i realize im in for a bit of fun as we were scheduled to be working with watercolors that day
. the scene i had sketched that i was to paint was of a glowsticker at a rave. needless to say this was my favorite part of my trip. i had trouble knowing what color paint i was using at all times and peoples faces would start to fade into different colors only to change again within a few seconds. things seemed to be layered and surfaces would leak back to the top and center around marks or obstructions. i spent my time admiring the painting of others and the well lit open room we were in. aside from a few comments from close friends i dont think anyone noticed me acting funny, or at least nobody else said anything. not to mention im sure my ID teacher did plenty of acid on her own and would leave me be even if she had known.
class ends and its now been about an hour and a half after taking the tab and im tripping at least +++ off the one tab. my next class is english and im not looking forward to it. my teahcer had planned a grammar lesson for that day and i am so confused by this point that none of what he says makes any sense. im still going strong and as i sit there i start to sweat profusely, or at least i think i do. i feel very wet and trapped in my clothing but my friends keep telling me im dry as a bone. i start to get very anxious and check my pants every so often to make sure i havent crapped myself. i try and take notes but after the first sentance the words just turn to chicken scratch and start to drift off the page. i spend the rest of class watching my teacher change color and leave massive tracers behind him as he walks. aside from staring at him melt and change colors i spent my time staring at the paterns on the wall and looking at my friends faces melting. this was definately the most intense part of the trip and due to the fact that mye nglish teacher was kinda mean spirited in general it was also extremely anxious for me and i was even considering telling him someone had put something in my drink and that i was seeing shit just to be able to leave. however i managed to hold onto my sanity and made it rhough what seemed an eternity or horror and anxiety.
it was now time for my last class and while things didnt seem to be getting any more intense anymore i was still tripping VERY hard. i spent my last class with my head on my desk blocking out light with my arms and swimming in a sea of colors and patterns and figures. after my last class i met with my friend again in the cafeteria since it was a tuesday and we go up there after school on tuesdays and thursdays to practice our dancing. we like to bboy and pop(and other assorted funk styles). while no longer peaking this part of the trip was very enjoyable. we spent 20 minutes staring at the floor then another 10 looking at the ceiling. when we did dance our movements seemed to flow out and back into each other and made for some very interesting and original concepts.
after practice we went and got some pizza and rode the subway home. on the way back we exchanged our stories and decided that it was our goal in life to eat as much acid as possible. once i got home i took a short shower and went to bed a few hours later after walking around and enjoying my apartment for a bit.
i can honestly say i loved every moment of it minus the anxiety from my english class. however i will say the next day i was very aggressive, mean spirited, and easily angered.
ok this isnt exactly fresh in my memory so bare with me please but gather round children and hear the tale of my first acid trip.
ok i had always been interested in trying all kinds of different drugs and LSD had always been near the top of my list. one week a close friend of mine told me he was going to buy some acid and try it for the first time. he bought a 15 strip or so i think and planned on eating/reselling it he wanted to know if i wanted to try it and of course i said yes and so he reserved me a tab. anyway i dont remember the day of the week but i come into school one day and work my way through my classes untill lunch. once lunchtime comes i go to meet my friend at our usual spot and hes already tripping. he tells me its one of the best things hes ever tried and tells me to quickly eat a tab(they were called pink elephants and were from philly). i rip off a dose and place it on my tongue. for the rest of the lunch period i was waiting for it to kick in and entertaining my friend.
by the time i reached my next class(math) i could already feel something coming on. this was less then 45 minutes since i had dosed. i wasnt seeing anything yet or even really tripping, at the time i described it as an odd sort of high as if i had smoked some weird weed. as i sit there there trying to do my work math just keeps getting harder and harder untill i have trouble even knowing what im looking at. to my dismay my teacher calls me to the board to solve a problem. i stand up there for 10 minutes as my teacher keeps reminding me what im supposed to do and while i try and fight the utter confusion and solve the problem so i can get back to my seat as quickly as possible. after a few minutes of struggling i somehow manage to put up the answer and am allowed to take my seat. soon after class ends and its on to my industrial design class. at this point i was alread starting to see patterns form on any and all surfaces and my vision was getting starting to break up into a sort of slideshow sort of effect.
as i get to my industrial design class i meet a friend standing outside the door and i quickly inform him of my adventure. he seems proud and we start to talk but somehow i end up staring at my hand for 5 minutes ignoring everything he has to say. as i get into class i realize im in for a bit of fun as we were scheduled to be working with watercolors that day

class ends and its now been about an hour and a half after taking the tab and im tripping at least +++ off the one tab. my next class is english and im not looking forward to it. my teahcer had planned a grammar lesson for that day and i am so confused by this point that none of what he says makes any sense. im still going strong and as i sit there i start to sweat profusely, or at least i think i do. i feel very wet and trapped in my clothing but my friends keep telling me im dry as a bone. i start to get very anxious and check my pants every so often to make sure i havent crapped myself. i try and take notes but after the first sentance the words just turn to chicken scratch and start to drift off the page. i spend the rest of class watching my teacher change color and leave massive tracers behind him as he walks. aside from staring at him melt and change colors i spent my time staring at the paterns on the wall and looking at my friends faces melting. this was definately the most intense part of the trip and due to the fact that mye nglish teacher was kinda mean spirited in general it was also extremely anxious for me and i was even considering telling him someone had put something in my drink and that i was seeing shit just to be able to leave. however i managed to hold onto my sanity and made it rhough what seemed an eternity or horror and anxiety.
it was now time for my last class and while things didnt seem to be getting any more intense anymore i was still tripping VERY hard. i spent my last class with my head on my desk blocking out light with my arms and swimming in a sea of colors and patterns and figures. after my last class i met with my friend again in the cafeteria since it was a tuesday and we go up there after school on tuesdays and thursdays to practice our dancing. we like to bboy and pop(and other assorted funk styles). while no longer peaking this part of the trip was very enjoyable. we spent 20 minutes staring at the floor then another 10 looking at the ceiling. when we did dance our movements seemed to flow out and back into each other and made for some very interesting and original concepts.
after practice we went and got some pizza and rode the subway home. on the way back we exchanged our stories and decided that it was our goal in life to eat as much acid as possible. once i got home i took a short shower and went to bed a few hours later after walking around and enjoying my apartment for a bit.
i can honestly say i loved every moment of it minus the anxiety from my english class. however i will say the next day i was very aggressive, mean spirited, and easily angered.
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