jorder1010
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My Uncle and I arrived early. It had been a long drive, but we both felt the night was just getting started. We climbed the stairs and entered what will be referred to as the Chapel. I dont mean to be sketchy, I just feel its a sacred place, that should be kept relatively unknown. All you need to know is that it is a trippers paradise, the perfect place for my first acid trip.
It was not hard at all to find what I was looking for, not that I knew what that was exactly. I knew that a number of substances would be available, and I was down to try anything, especially because most of the 'club drugs' and psychs are so rare among my group of friends. I finally decided on acid, and before i knew it the tiny blotter was resting on my tongue.
After around an hour i wasn't feeling it, thinking that it was bunk. I finally found the chick that had sold me it and told her what was up. She looked confused, then told me to take the second tab. I did, but yet again, after roughly 45 minutes i started saying that it wasn't working, even though people around me, experienced with acid and had taken the same two tabs, said they were definitley tripping.
All it took was a few questions, Have you ever taken acid before? (No), What have you done? (Mostly mushrooms, E once). Then someone realized something: "Dude, I know what you're looking for. Acid isn't the total mindfuck that shrooms give you. You have to put yourself into the experience, let it come to you." And just like that I started having the best night of my life.
For the next couple hours i relaxed, staring at the most amazing, beautiful paintings that i was so grateful to be seeing in person, on such a wonderful substance. I sat with my uncle, who is much older than me but has dosed numerous times, and was happy that he could be there for my first trip. We looked mostly at the painting of the man with just his viens as his body. The viens started to flow with blood, the blue viens started turning green. Yet the whole time i could control the visuals. If it started getting too intense, i would close my eyes and shake my head, and everything would be back to normal.
I wandered about, finally stumbling into the rave section of the Chapel. The bass pulsating my body, flowing through me, the vibrations running up and down my spine, giving me the best message of my life. I whipped out the bowl and even though it was ridiculously clogged with resin, it was the best hit of my life. I looked up and noticed a girl dancing. I'd never seen anything like it in my life. The way she dressed, the way she was dancing, tapping her leg to the beat, the way she smiled, was the most perfect thing I've ever seen. I was in so much awe that i didn't feel i had to say anything to her, that it could possibly ruin the moment. I was just thankful that such a thing existed, that i could feel the way i did. This basically sums up how i felt about all the paintings, all the music, all the emotions i felt that night.
In order to keep this relatively short, we ended up leaving around 5:30 a.m., hurdled onto the streets of New York City, where my uncle promptly drove me to Ground Zero. There wasn't really anything depressing about it, and it was more fascinating than anything, the pictures of people who helped, the unity that existed during the aftermath of 9/11 but should exist all the time, all around the world. I started getting wierded out that there were people coming up from the subway, going to work, at an uncanny hour ("I know i just came from a rave, but wtf are you doing up this early on a Sunday morning?!?")
After we had seen everything there was to see at Ground Zero, and walked by a cop (which was hard trying contain my laughter), we drove around Time Square. Now, I thought I've seen some great places to trip, but Time Square tops them all. It was almost like the commercials were designed for a kid on acid. The colors, the flow of the video commercials just lit up my synapse like a fucking Christmas tree. It was a truly jaw dropping display of visuals. It was 8 hours into the trip, and i thought i was coming down, but those lights just sent me up and peaking all over again. I started laughing my ass off about how much fun i was having because usually i would fucking hate a place like that (the epitamy of the greed in america) and especially while tripping, but somehow it molded perfectly with the rollercoaster- i'm down for anything-giddiness of the acid. It was like i was a little kid in Disneyland.
I was still feeling the effects when i arrived home, but thats basically the jist of the experience. Even though I love mushrooms, I didn't really miss the headfuck at all. I liked the fact that I could think deeply if i wanted to, but there was no push to it, which makes me kind of like it more than mushrooms. It was not draining, very clean and clear. I wanted to drop two more tabs even after the 14 hours! All in all a great experience that I am lucky to have had.
It was not hard at all to find what I was looking for, not that I knew what that was exactly. I knew that a number of substances would be available, and I was down to try anything, especially because most of the 'club drugs' and psychs are so rare among my group of friends. I finally decided on acid, and before i knew it the tiny blotter was resting on my tongue.
After around an hour i wasn't feeling it, thinking that it was bunk. I finally found the chick that had sold me it and told her what was up. She looked confused, then told me to take the second tab. I did, but yet again, after roughly 45 minutes i started saying that it wasn't working, even though people around me, experienced with acid and had taken the same two tabs, said they were definitley tripping.
All it took was a few questions, Have you ever taken acid before? (No), What have you done? (Mostly mushrooms, E once). Then someone realized something: "Dude, I know what you're looking for. Acid isn't the total mindfuck that shrooms give you. You have to put yourself into the experience, let it come to you." And just like that I started having the best night of my life.
For the next couple hours i relaxed, staring at the most amazing, beautiful paintings that i was so grateful to be seeing in person, on such a wonderful substance. I sat with my uncle, who is much older than me but has dosed numerous times, and was happy that he could be there for my first trip. We looked mostly at the painting of the man with just his viens as his body. The viens started to flow with blood, the blue viens started turning green. Yet the whole time i could control the visuals. If it started getting too intense, i would close my eyes and shake my head, and everything would be back to normal.
I wandered about, finally stumbling into the rave section of the Chapel. The bass pulsating my body, flowing through me, the vibrations running up and down my spine, giving me the best message of my life. I whipped out the bowl and even though it was ridiculously clogged with resin, it was the best hit of my life. I looked up and noticed a girl dancing. I'd never seen anything like it in my life. The way she dressed, the way she was dancing, tapping her leg to the beat, the way she smiled, was the most perfect thing I've ever seen. I was in so much awe that i didn't feel i had to say anything to her, that it could possibly ruin the moment. I was just thankful that such a thing existed, that i could feel the way i did. This basically sums up how i felt about all the paintings, all the music, all the emotions i felt that night.
In order to keep this relatively short, we ended up leaving around 5:30 a.m., hurdled onto the streets of New York City, where my uncle promptly drove me to Ground Zero. There wasn't really anything depressing about it, and it was more fascinating than anything, the pictures of people who helped, the unity that existed during the aftermath of 9/11 but should exist all the time, all around the world. I started getting wierded out that there were people coming up from the subway, going to work, at an uncanny hour ("I know i just came from a rave, but wtf are you doing up this early on a Sunday morning?!?")
After we had seen everything there was to see at Ground Zero, and walked by a cop (which was hard trying contain my laughter), we drove around Time Square. Now, I thought I've seen some great places to trip, but Time Square tops them all. It was almost like the commercials were designed for a kid on acid. The colors, the flow of the video commercials just lit up my synapse like a fucking Christmas tree. It was a truly jaw dropping display of visuals. It was 8 hours into the trip, and i thought i was coming down, but those lights just sent me up and peaking all over again. I started laughing my ass off about how much fun i was having because usually i would fucking hate a place like that (the epitamy of the greed in america) and especially while tripping, but somehow it molded perfectly with the rollercoaster- i'm down for anything-giddiness of the acid. It was like i was a little kid in Disneyland.
I was still feeling the effects when i arrived home, but thats basically the jist of the experience. Even though I love mushrooms, I didn't really miss the headfuck at all. I liked the fact that I could think deeply if i wanted to, but there was no push to it, which makes me kind of like it more than mushrooms. It was not draining, very clean and clear. I wanted to drop two more tabs even after the 14 hours! All in all a great experience that I am lucky to have had.
