WillyWonka533
Greenlighter
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- May 3, 2006
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Well Saturday was my first time on acid, I'll call it the craziest night of my entire life. I'd really like to explain my story because I need to know if it's normal or not.
Lately I've been hanging out with my stoner friends, I'm an excessive weed user. I smoke 2 times a day, everyday. On Saturday, June 11th, I tried 2 hits of acid. This was apparently strong LSD, I have no idea if the stoner friend who gave it to me was just being ignorrant, but hey, the hell if I know... This is the story about my trip:
My Saturday began like any other day. I had just spent the night before blazing all my braincells out of my mind. I was remotely depressed because I had just gotten into another fight with my ex girlfriend who had no idea what I was planning to do this very night.
I leave to my friend Mike's house, who happens to be the biggest stoner in the school, probably smoking up to 8 times a day on his bong (which he named Carl after his friend who died). When I got there, him and his girlfriend (Devin) were there. We left to a beautiful hill with a tree in the middle and began dissolving our little slabs of paper. Unfortunately the taste was terrible, pretty much inky tasting with some chemicals on the side; Mike said it was worth it. An hour past and I was already zoning out, staring at the sky and my thoughts were starting to come in... 'will this EVER work on me?'.
Another hour passed and we headed back to Mike's house. We chilled in his basement and I began staring at his brick wall. The wall began to melt and shadows (where there shouldn't be shadows) would show up in the creveses of cement in between the bricks. I felt powerful, it was like being drunk without the dizziness and stupidity if that made any sense. Infact, I felt like the smartest man in the world. We did everything that night, my feelings that I experienced where 100,000 times what the normal feeling was. If I got scared watching The Village, I nearly broke my spin jumping. If I was happy, I would smile until my face hurt. If I was sad, I cried and wanted to kill myself. Hell, when my ex girlfriend called me, I left Mike's to go to her house and I was in a hydrofield, alone, when she said I wasn't allowed over. I hung up, sat down and began to cry out of pure loneliness. I wanted to literally kill myself. It wasn't until I ran into a few friends that took me to Mike's when I realized it was probably me having a bad trip... (I use the word trip loseley here, it probably isn't even the right word).
Is this a typical trip? Is it even a trip at all? Acid was nothing what I expected... I expected to see leperchauns flying around with rocket-booster feet...
... But it was the best night of my entire life.%)
Lately I've been hanging out with my stoner friends, I'm an excessive weed user. I smoke 2 times a day, everyday. On Saturday, June 11th, I tried 2 hits of acid. This was apparently strong LSD, I have no idea if the stoner friend who gave it to me was just being ignorrant, but hey, the hell if I know... This is the story about my trip:
My Saturday began like any other day. I had just spent the night before blazing all my braincells out of my mind. I was remotely depressed because I had just gotten into another fight with my ex girlfriend who had no idea what I was planning to do this very night.
I leave to my friend Mike's house, who happens to be the biggest stoner in the school, probably smoking up to 8 times a day on his bong (which he named Carl after his friend who died). When I got there, him and his girlfriend (Devin) were there. We left to a beautiful hill with a tree in the middle and began dissolving our little slabs of paper. Unfortunately the taste was terrible, pretty much inky tasting with some chemicals on the side; Mike said it was worth it. An hour past and I was already zoning out, staring at the sky and my thoughts were starting to come in... 'will this EVER work on me?'.
Another hour passed and we headed back to Mike's house. We chilled in his basement and I began staring at his brick wall. The wall began to melt and shadows (where there shouldn't be shadows) would show up in the creveses of cement in between the bricks. I felt powerful, it was like being drunk without the dizziness and stupidity if that made any sense. Infact, I felt like the smartest man in the world. We did everything that night, my feelings that I experienced where 100,000 times what the normal feeling was. If I got scared watching The Village, I nearly broke my spin jumping. If I was happy, I would smile until my face hurt. If I was sad, I cried and wanted to kill myself. Hell, when my ex girlfriend called me, I left Mike's to go to her house and I was in a hydrofield, alone, when she said I wasn't allowed over. I hung up, sat down and began to cry out of pure loneliness. I wanted to literally kill myself. It wasn't until I ran into a few friends that took me to Mike's when I realized it was probably me having a bad trip... (I use the word trip loseley here, it probably isn't even the right word).
Is this a typical trip? Is it even a trip at all? Acid was nothing what I expected... I expected to see leperchauns flying around with rocket-booster feet...
... But it was the best night of my entire life.%)
