Another thread reminded me of this time and I'm sittign here with a friend remembering, so forgive if it's hazy.
At a friend's house in New Mexico, '79 I think, we were starting off a week of desert fun in the hotter months. We took advantage of the sunset and each did 3 hits of pretty much top-notch liquid which went straight to a refridgerator in a metal tube afterwards.
We eventually all start enjoying it too much and my friend has an idea. We have all sorts of peyote and various other heavy things to deal with (cocaine, p. cubensis, and a half oz. of absolutely superb homegrown herbal magic) so he figures we should do them in order in one big group. Plus, the friend who we were staying with had offered to go searching for something, anything, on Wednesday of the following week. We planned on running ourselves dry before the week was up anyhow, so I figured why not?
So what do we do? Between three people, a dropper bottle full of the second best LSD I've ever consumed is divided by two second squirts as we pass it along every five minutes. Eventually, the whole bottle is just gone.
And, as it would follow, so were we. My friend had a dune buggy type thing with four seats (sort of a large sand-designed loghog) and me being the most experienced tripper I decide to load up a ton of crap that burns (any kind of wood I could find) before the sun is completely gone. I come back with a bed full of it, so the three of us take some diesel, tens & blankets, and a very powerful flashlight out into the desert at night.
At around nine we finally got the fire going but it was burning slow enough. I figure that at this point in time some other place out in the middle of nowhere deserves to be walked on by me, so I set out walking. Little did I know my friends followed.
Eventually (a half hour later) one spoke and I nearly jumped out of myself. We all had a good laugh but eventually in the hazy mixture of paranoia and full-on dissolving reality, one of my friends manages to start walking back to the light (which is surprisingly close seeing as we walked for so long).
The two of us say goodbye and continue to walk. For what could have been minuites or hours we trekked on. I held conversation with him, and this continued for awhile but eventually the air sounded more hollow when I spoke into it. I turned around and in a fit of paranoia frantically searched the area around me for my friend. I noticed it was beginning to get brighter.
Realizing I just walked all night and had been talking to myself for awhile, I scanned the horizon. I wasn't so much freaking out as I was trying to find my way home. Well, the wind doesn't blow much at night so I followed indentations.
Eventually I come to a large sandy hill. The hill could have been a figment of my... LSD, and most likely was, but this is where the indentations ended. I climbed the hill (a task that seemed to take much too long) and looked around. No one.
So I eventually start seeing fewer plants and such. No tracks, no sign of anything on the horizon, and Im still completely tripping.
I come to the realization of how small I am on the mortal plain and sort of break down in deep thought for a very long time. Around high noon I get up and at this point see a buggy racing across the sand. I ran with the grace of a gangraped terrorist waving my arms, and eventually they turned my way. I was around twenty miles from my starting location at the time they picked me up from what I can approximate (average 60mph at around 20 minutes of driving).
My consumption of LSD was most likely better measured in mg than in ug, and this goes to show what that can do to you. It was enjoyable, yes, but when you walk that much in one night and the LSD eventually starts to wear off, you regret developing legs while in the womb.
:D
Harm reduction. Mm.
--mic
At a friend's house in New Mexico, '79 I think, we were starting off a week of desert fun in the hotter months. We took advantage of the sunset and each did 3 hits of pretty much top-notch liquid which went straight to a refridgerator in a metal tube afterwards.
We eventually all start enjoying it too much and my friend has an idea. We have all sorts of peyote and various other heavy things to deal with (cocaine, p. cubensis, and a half oz. of absolutely superb homegrown herbal magic) so he figures we should do them in order in one big group. Plus, the friend who we were staying with had offered to go searching for something, anything, on Wednesday of the following week. We planned on running ourselves dry before the week was up anyhow, so I figured why not?
So what do we do? Between three people, a dropper bottle full of the second best LSD I've ever consumed is divided by two second squirts as we pass it along every five minutes. Eventually, the whole bottle is just gone.
And, as it would follow, so were we. My friend had a dune buggy type thing with four seats (sort of a large sand-designed loghog) and me being the most experienced tripper I decide to load up a ton of crap that burns (any kind of wood I could find) before the sun is completely gone. I come back with a bed full of it, so the three of us take some diesel, tens & blankets, and a very powerful flashlight out into the desert at night.
At around nine we finally got the fire going but it was burning slow enough. I figure that at this point in time some other place out in the middle of nowhere deserves to be walked on by me, so I set out walking. Little did I know my friends followed.
Eventually (a half hour later) one spoke and I nearly jumped out of myself. We all had a good laugh but eventually in the hazy mixture of paranoia and full-on dissolving reality, one of my friends manages to start walking back to the light (which is surprisingly close seeing as we walked for so long).
The two of us say goodbye and continue to walk. For what could have been minuites or hours we trekked on. I held conversation with him, and this continued for awhile but eventually the air sounded more hollow when I spoke into it. I turned around and in a fit of paranoia frantically searched the area around me for my friend. I noticed it was beginning to get brighter.
Realizing I just walked all night and had been talking to myself for awhile, I scanned the horizon. I wasn't so much freaking out as I was trying to find my way home. Well, the wind doesn't blow much at night so I followed indentations.
Eventually I come to a large sandy hill. The hill could have been a figment of my... LSD, and most likely was, but this is where the indentations ended. I climbed the hill (a task that seemed to take much too long) and looked around. No one.
So I eventually start seeing fewer plants and such. No tracks, no sign of anything on the horizon, and Im still completely tripping.
I come to the realization of how small I am on the mortal plain and sort of break down in deep thought for a very long time. Around high noon I get up and at this point see a buggy racing across the sand. I ran with the grace of a gangraped terrorist waving my arms, and eventually they turned my way. I was around twenty miles from my starting location at the time they picked me up from what I can approximate (average 60mph at around 20 minutes of driving).
My consumption of LSD was most likely better measured in mg than in ug, and this goes to show what that can do to you. It was enjoyable, yes, but when you walk that much in one night and the LSD eventually starts to wear off, you regret developing legs while in the womb.
:D
Harm reduction. Mm.
--mic
