UKGC
Bluelighter
January of 2001, a huge blizzard came through, the day of the storm, one of my boy's brought bacc some kaleidoscope acid from Columbus, he gave me three to eat with him to trip. He gave me two at first then I told him I had some business to take care of. After making my last move(which was a half hour later) I felt the first vibe of the acid frenzy, the jittering and constant forgetfulness. I called my girl and told her to get to H's house quicc(her and I were planning to chill together and watch movies). Once I got to H's house, I told him I was fucced up already and I needed to sit down. I sat on his sofa in the living room and the pattern in the sofa was coming off of the sofa and becoming three-dimensional. He then passed me another hit. We sat there in his living room watching Fraiser and Home Improvement thinking it was the most hilarious shit we've ever watched. His girl(J) would walk in and out doing shit then sit down, we'd look at her, look at each other and then bust out laughing uncontrollably. I had a Aflac ducc that screamed "AFLAC" hysterically loud twice if you squeezed it, I squeezed it and threw it at H; the come-up was intense.
I continuously asked H were my girl was and what fuccing time it was. Over a period of 30 minutes I asked him about twenty times. Finally my girl shows up, then after that... lights out. Next thing I know, I'm waking up(coming to) three feet infront of a fire with a blanket on me. I look behind me after finally hearing voices I recognized, and I see seven of my people behind me and I ask 'What happened? What's going on?'
H comes to my left side and says 'It's alright man, your trippin'
That's when shit started appearing in my head while they discussed with me what happened during my blacc out. We apparently went to the mall shortly after my girlfriend's arrival, on the way to Walmart they told me I was talking on and on and smoked a cigarette that I did not light. I repeatedly took a hit of it and flicced ash; acting as if I had ash to flicc. Then at Walmart I started to trip out and jumped out of the car(without shoes, only in soccs through the dirty slush) and ran away from H and my girl because I didn't know who they were or who I was. It was if I was just born. Kind of like a dream-like Candy Land but all wrong. It took them a while to get me bacc in the car.
During the ride him I became violently aggressive. Then when we finally arrived at H's girl's crib, (which happened to be above stables for horse) I flipped the fucc out and began whaling my fist at my boy H. Then I'd quit and say I'm sorry so sincerely. Over and over until he grabbed my throat and choked me. Instantly I came bacc into reality. I told him I'm sorry, I don't know what happened. Then I was gone. Bacc into a person. Total lose of reality. H had a blue and a white bandana around his head. The day after he had and mark going across his forehead from my amount of strength in my swing. I even knocced his eye-brow ring out. Though I was only hitting him in the forehead of the side of it, hence no blacc eyes,bloody noses, or broken bones.
I became very overheated and started to sweat intensely. Apparently I went outside and laid and rolled around in the 2 feet of snow for an hour and half. They kept watch the entire time in a window above in disbelief. They watched me get up and make my way in. Once at the door they immediately helped me in, but I became violent again but the out of no-where I was over come of a very powerful presence. I immediately stopped my violently aggressive behavior. At this time I was I the kitchen(first floor, stable floor), and some spiritual way I embraced his presence somewhere. Next thing I know it I was told Mole arrived during my one hour drink of kool-aid. Mole is one of many father-figures in my life. He told me everything that's happening and what's going on. Mole then gave me a blanket and put a chair infront of the fireplace(downstairs, under the living room).
Eventually I was able to fall asleep next to my girl, of course the beautiful drug Xanax helped me through the comedown. The day after my dude H gave me another hit.
Ever since that day, I see the world in a different perspective. Most of the time more than one. It became a life-changing experience. History in the making. Heh.
It was the best acid I've came across and ever since then I've ate alot of acid, the next best I've had was Pink Elephants and Dancing Condoms.
I continuously asked H were my girl was and what fuccing time it was. Over a period of 30 minutes I asked him about twenty times. Finally my girl shows up, then after that... lights out. Next thing I know, I'm waking up(coming to) three feet infront of a fire with a blanket on me. I look behind me after finally hearing voices I recognized, and I see seven of my people behind me and I ask 'What happened? What's going on?'
H comes to my left side and says 'It's alright man, your trippin'
That's when shit started appearing in my head while they discussed with me what happened during my blacc out. We apparently went to the mall shortly after my girlfriend's arrival, on the way to Walmart they told me I was talking on and on and smoked a cigarette that I did not light. I repeatedly took a hit of it and flicced ash; acting as if I had ash to flicc. Then at Walmart I started to trip out and jumped out of the car(without shoes, only in soccs through the dirty slush) and ran away from H and my girl because I didn't know who they were or who I was. It was if I was just born. Kind of like a dream-like Candy Land but all wrong. It took them a while to get me bacc in the car.
During the ride him I became violently aggressive. Then when we finally arrived at H's girl's crib, (which happened to be above stables for horse) I flipped the fucc out and began whaling my fist at my boy H. Then I'd quit and say I'm sorry so sincerely. Over and over until he grabbed my throat and choked me. Instantly I came bacc into reality. I told him I'm sorry, I don't know what happened. Then I was gone. Bacc into a person. Total lose of reality. H had a blue and a white bandana around his head. The day after he had and mark going across his forehead from my amount of strength in my swing. I even knocced his eye-brow ring out. Though I was only hitting him in the forehead of the side of it, hence no blacc eyes,bloody noses, or broken bones.
I became very overheated and started to sweat intensely. Apparently I went outside and laid and rolled around in the 2 feet of snow for an hour and half. They kept watch the entire time in a window above in disbelief. They watched me get up and make my way in. Once at the door they immediately helped me in, but I became violent again but the out of no-where I was over come of a very powerful presence. I immediately stopped my violently aggressive behavior. At this time I was I the kitchen(first floor, stable floor), and some spiritual way I embraced his presence somewhere. Next thing I know it I was told Mole arrived during my one hour drink of kool-aid. Mole is one of many father-figures in my life. He told me everything that's happening and what's going on. Mole then gave me a blanket and put a chair infront of the fireplace(downstairs, under the living room).
Eventually I was able to fall asleep next to my girl, of course the beautiful drug Xanax helped me through the comedown. The day after my dude H gave me another hit.
Ever since that day, I see the world in a different perspective. Most of the time more than one. It became a life-changing experience. History in the making. Heh.
It was the best acid I've came across and ever since then I've ate alot of acid, the next best I've had was Pink Elephants and Dancing Condoms.
