Acid, MDMA, Coke, Weed -- Various Experience -- A trip I doubt I will EVER forget..
This was last month sometime. I got invited to a party at a friend of a friends house back home where my parents live.
It's a cool night out, which made it even more enjoyable. The party was pretty big, lots of people, a good DJ puttin down some deep trance and breaks, good atmosphere, WAY out in the boonies!
Onto the party: 11:30
I drank a 6 pack of Mikes Hard Lemonade en route. I was feelin nice by the time I got there, not sloshy drunk or anything. I seen a kid over by the decks passin out pills out of a pill bottle, so I worked my way over and asked him what kind he had, and how much? Now logic says, Stop while you're ahead, but I was on a mission to get trucked.
So he sells me this Blood Red "DKNY" roll for a 20 bill. This is where I made the first crucial mistake. I made the mistake of looking into the pill bottle and seeing a wide variety of party favors. So I knew I'd be back..
Oh, about 12:15
I mingle the scene at the party, share a couple bong rips with some stonies who had kind bud. By this time, I feel the roll coming on, I think the puffs ignited it. I still got a alcohol buzz kickin, and this magnificent roll gracing my serotonin glands! And this weed was da bomb, literally, it tasted as good as it smelled. So add 'stoned beyond help' to the list.
Throughout the entire night,
I noticed a little baggie in the notorious pill bottle. Being the inquisitive one that I am, I asked him if he had any ya-yo. He grinned, and motioned for me to follow him. So me and this guy go into this house and go down stairs to this little laundry room. He whips this bottle out and pulls this bag of blow out. So this wise guy asks me if I've ever done it beofre, and I said, "fuck yeah, I eat snow for breakfast.." Then he proceeded to warn me about how *good* it was, and how he has an endless supply...whatever. So boywonder chops out 6 lines, and says "pay we whatever, if you're short, dont worry about it then.." I give him $15 (because I'm sure I'll be back in no time) and proceed to snort these rails like a mad man.
Now I've done cocaine before, but this shit knocked me in the head within 3 minutes. I felt like my entire face had just melted, and was hanging there. But the ecstasy was telling me it was okay, it's just coke. So me and this guy disappear back into the darkness of the house 3 more times over the next 2 hours, polishing off line, after line, after line, after line.
So at some point I called it quits, I think I KNEW it was time to hang it up. My nose was fine, no run, no drip, or anything. But this beautiful roll was still lingering, and I was stoned to the bone still.
About 1:15 or so..
After workin the crowd, drinkin another glass of beer from the keg or two, and being fully engulfed in the moment, I decided to go hit up mystery man AGAIN (Mistake #2) and see what else he had up his sleve. He knows by this point Im already beyond wasted, but that little bastard tells me has acid, litte "Spiderman" paper hits. So I whip out another $10 and he gives me 2 hits wrapped in foil. So here I am, wondering about this party semi-drunk, rolling, high as a cloud, and buzzin like bee from that killer blow, and I got 2 hits of acid in my pocket.
I start to think it's probably not a good idea to drop these tonight, because I drove, and had to go home for a family picnic the next morning so I couldnt stay. The breeze was wonderful, I was staring at the stars, thinking about the heavens and the depths of space. And about my childhood, and all the years of "Drugs are BAD" lessons in D.A.R.E, and how little they meant anymore.
2:40am rolls around, and i think I've had enough
But decisive thinking was not on my side THIS night, and I take BOTH hits as I walk to my car exiting the shin-dig. Now I was about 15 minutes from home, no big deal. Within MINUTES the lines on the road are raising up at me, and bushes all of a sudden look like deer, and road signs look like they're running at me! So I opened the window to try and snap out of it just until I get home, but just the opposite happened. The sudden burst of chilled night air kick started my roll, and I was rollin balls again, while this trip is just now coming on, and still a little stoned.
I make it home alright, (my parents live WAY out in the sticks, too). So it's pitch dark, and dead silent, not even a cricket chirp. Luckily the moon was full that night as it lit my way to the back of the house where I think I'll somehow "snap out" of this haze I'm in. At this point, I thought I was never going to experience sober life again, and start thinking I'm doomed. Because no one is up, the lights are all out, and it's just me stumbling around the back yard like an idiot.
I decided to walk over to the pool, and splash some water on my face. The ground is kinda mushy (mainly wet clay) for soil, and I feel as if i'm walking on water because I can hear the squish, squish. Then I see my shadow, and think someone is behind me. And maybe my eyes were not adjusted to the darkness yet, and maybe it's my dad, etc. That really fucked me up.
So I make it to the pool edge, and the water is calm, not even a ripple in the water. I dip my hands in and am suddenly panic stricken because I think my face is underwater from some reason...The moonlight made the waves and ripples look like I was underwater or something. SO I get some water on me, and I think that wiped out whatever was left of the roll I took. Now I had to deal with this acid trip at 3 AM! So I waddle over to the porch, and plop down on this porch swing, for lack of better things to do. I lay flat on my back, staring at the night sky, gently swinging, and every visual in the world appeared to me. The moon looked like it was just a light bulb it was so close...Again, I thought about my childhood, my family, and how this is themost unbelievable feeling, ever, period, and I knew it had to end sometime.
Oh, I had a disposable camera with me, and I somehow had the presence of mind to pull it out, and take a picture of myself. The flash seemed like it took minutes to hit me, and totally blanketed me in warmth.
About 4:45 or 5..
I go in the house to try and sleep, but am still seeing visuals like mad. The dog looked tiny, as I felt like I was a giant! I eventually laid there until morning and went to the picnic where I encountered a barage of "Why are your eyes so red?" and "Didn't you sleep well last night?" questions. I just blamed it on my bad back keeping me awake all night, and cold-sweated out a LONG day in the sun playing bocce ball and eating watermelon..
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy
[ 23 June 2002: Message edited by: BlueAdonis ]
[Changed title from "A trip I doubt I will EVER forget..(long story, but wonderfully described)" to comply with forum guidelines. -Splatt]
[ 23 June 2002: Message edited by: Splatt ]
This was last month sometime. I got invited to a party at a friend of a friends house back home where my parents live.
It's a cool night out, which made it even more enjoyable. The party was pretty big, lots of people, a good DJ puttin down some deep trance and breaks, good atmosphere, WAY out in the boonies!
Onto the party: 11:30
I drank a 6 pack of Mikes Hard Lemonade en route. I was feelin nice by the time I got there, not sloshy drunk or anything. I seen a kid over by the decks passin out pills out of a pill bottle, so I worked my way over and asked him what kind he had, and how much? Now logic says, Stop while you're ahead, but I was on a mission to get trucked.
So he sells me this Blood Red "DKNY" roll for a 20 bill. This is where I made the first crucial mistake. I made the mistake of looking into the pill bottle and seeing a wide variety of party favors. So I knew I'd be back..
Oh, about 12:15
I mingle the scene at the party, share a couple bong rips with some stonies who had kind bud. By this time, I feel the roll coming on, I think the puffs ignited it. I still got a alcohol buzz kickin, and this magnificent roll gracing my serotonin glands! And this weed was da bomb, literally, it tasted as good as it smelled. So add 'stoned beyond help' to the list.
Throughout the entire night,
I noticed a little baggie in the notorious pill bottle. Being the inquisitive one that I am, I asked him if he had any ya-yo. He grinned, and motioned for me to follow him. So me and this guy go into this house and go down stairs to this little laundry room. He whips this bottle out and pulls this bag of blow out. So this wise guy asks me if I've ever done it beofre, and I said, "fuck yeah, I eat snow for breakfast.." Then he proceeded to warn me about how *good* it was, and how he has an endless supply...whatever. So boywonder chops out 6 lines, and says "pay we whatever, if you're short, dont worry about it then.." I give him $15 (because I'm sure I'll be back in no time) and proceed to snort these rails like a mad man.
Now I've done cocaine before, but this shit knocked me in the head within 3 minutes. I felt like my entire face had just melted, and was hanging there. But the ecstasy was telling me it was okay, it's just coke. So me and this guy disappear back into the darkness of the house 3 more times over the next 2 hours, polishing off line, after line, after line, after line.
So at some point I called it quits, I think I KNEW it was time to hang it up. My nose was fine, no run, no drip, or anything. But this beautiful roll was still lingering, and I was stoned to the bone still.
About 1:15 or so..
After workin the crowd, drinkin another glass of beer from the keg or two, and being fully engulfed in the moment, I decided to go hit up mystery man AGAIN (Mistake #2) and see what else he had up his sleve. He knows by this point Im already beyond wasted, but that little bastard tells me has acid, litte "Spiderman" paper hits. So I whip out another $10 and he gives me 2 hits wrapped in foil. So here I am, wondering about this party semi-drunk, rolling, high as a cloud, and buzzin like bee from that killer blow, and I got 2 hits of acid in my pocket.
I start to think it's probably not a good idea to drop these tonight, because I drove, and had to go home for a family picnic the next morning so I couldnt stay. The breeze was wonderful, I was staring at the stars, thinking about the heavens and the depths of space. And about my childhood, and all the years of "Drugs are BAD" lessons in D.A.R.E, and how little they meant anymore.
2:40am rolls around, and i think I've had enough
But decisive thinking was not on my side THIS night, and I take BOTH hits as I walk to my car exiting the shin-dig. Now I was about 15 minutes from home, no big deal. Within MINUTES the lines on the road are raising up at me, and bushes all of a sudden look like deer, and road signs look like they're running at me! So I opened the window to try and snap out of it just until I get home, but just the opposite happened. The sudden burst of chilled night air kick started my roll, and I was rollin balls again, while this trip is just now coming on, and still a little stoned.
I make it home alright, (my parents live WAY out in the sticks, too). So it's pitch dark, and dead silent, not even a cricket chirp. Luckily the moon was full that night as it lit my way to the back of the house where I think I'll somehow "snap out" of this haze I'm in. At this point, I thought I was never going to experience sober life again, and start thinking I'm doomed. Because no one is up, the lights are all out, and it's just me stumbling around the back yard like an idiot.
I decided to walk over to the pool, and splash some water on my face. The ground is kinda mushy (mainly wet clay) for soil, and I feel as if i'm walking on water because I can hear the squish, squish. Then I see my shadow, and think someone is behind me. And maybe my eyes were not adjusted to the darkness yet, and maybe it's my dad, etc. That really fucked me up.
So I make it to the pool edge, and the water is calm, not even a ripple in the water. I dip my hands in and am suddenly panic stricken because I think my face is underwater from some reason...The moonlight made the waves and ripples look like I was underwater or something. SO I get some water on me, and I think that wiped out whatever was left of the roll I took. Now I had to deal with this acid trip at 3 AM! So I waddle over to the porch, and plop down on this porch swing, for lack of better things to do. I lay flat on my back, staring at the night sky, gently swinging, and every visual in the world appeared to me. The moon looked like it was just a light bulb it was so close...Again, I thought about my childhood, my family, and how this is themost unbelievable feeling, ever, period, and I knew it had to end sometime.
Oh, I had a disposable camera with me, and I somehow had the presence of mind to pull it out, and take a picture of myself. The flash seemed like it took minutes to hit me, and totally blanketed me in warmth.
About 4:45 or 5..
I go in the house to try and sleep, but am still seeing visuals like mad. The dog looked tiny, as I felt like I was a giant! I eventually laid there until morning and went to the picnic where I encountered a barage of "Why are your eyes so red?" and "Didn't you sleep well last night?" questions. I just blamed it on my bad back keeping me awake all night, and cold-sweated out a LONG day in the sun playing bocce ball and eating watermelon..
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy
[ 23 June 2002: Message edited by: BlueAdonis ]
[Changed title from "A trip I doubt I will EVER forget..(long story, but wonderfully described)" to comply with forum guidelines. -Splatt]
[ 23 June 2002: Message edited by: Splatt ]
