norules4me
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A Ten Page Story About My Candy Flip on New Years Eve...REALLY
This is my story about my new years eve, none of this is bullshit, it all happened. Please read the whole thing, it may be a bit slow at first but it really picks up half way through. Don't skip past anything cause your gonna regret it later. I began to write this for myself as a way to vent all my feelings about that night, it was only after I began to put down my thoughts that I realized how much I had to share this with you all.
So we had talked about doing acid on New Years Eve, sure why not I said. If the settings are good then I want to try it for the first time. Well we got a hotel room downtown, I was off work the next day, and I was going to trip with some close friends.
Fast forward to 11:00pm the eve of the new year, and my friends Obi-wan, Han Solo, Chewbacca, Luke Skywalker, and the three female musketeers (these are all subs for my friends whom would like their identity kept secret, in case you run into them at 7-11 some day) are all in our hotel room getting ready for the night ahead. This consist of me, Obi-wan, Han taking our hit of acid. Obi-wan give me my hit which I place on my tongue, its a hard piece of paper with no tangible taste, I always felt like the "tab" would just dissolve on impact of my tongue, well it hung around for a while so I decide to chew a piece of gum to make sure I get every drop out of my hit. The three Musketeers decide that they want nothing to do with our friend Sid so they decided to take it easy and just roll tonight so they each take their roll around a half hour before we took our Sid. They feel that the fire works will look very impressive with the assistance of their little friend in pill form.
So we head down to the beach to watch the fireworks, as soon as we get outside the hotel one of the girls makes a rush for the trashcan as she throws up on the side of the trashcan and the ground, not quite making to the can. So we walk down the street a bit more and she needs yet another pit stop to puke up what's left of her roll. We make it to the beach and await for the fireworks light show to begin @ about 12.00 the show began and at about 12:04 the show ended. What to do now? Go to a club we say. I begin to wonder when will the acid kick in, I mean its this incredible drug that's suppose to make me think that the walls are moving and what not, so far nothing. So we begin are trek down to a club called Evolutions at the other end of the strip. We walked down the street arm in arm connected as one, how sweet huh, and we would occasionally try to trap people walking in the other direction like fish in a net. Hey we were bored.
So we get to evolutions and show our IDs to one of the most cracked out bouncers I have ever seen, but hey its new years, we all gotta party right. We make our trek up the stairs to the dance floor, I think about dancing for a second but then realize that im not fucked up enough to dance yet, as a matter of fact even the walk to the club didn't jump start my fry. We spot a booth in the back of the club that would accommodate my friends and I. Obi-wan motions over to me and ask if im ready to drop my roll? Oh yeah didn't I tell you, if the fry was going ok I was gona candy flip. Hey, no work the next day and I we got a hotel room, did I mention this was new years eve? He hands me my Blue Armani and we both take our roll.
Fast forward about 45 minutes and we begin our roll, its seems a little different then other rolls I have had before. A good example would be that when I put my hands together palm to palm and then pull them apart, they would seem to stay together a bit held together by what seemed to be glue but instead of it being glue it was just my skin stretching. Oh yeah it was kicking in, mean while my friend Obi-wan is sitting across the table and seems to be laughing like a hyena; Fry note: this wasn't a hallucination of mine, I later confirmed that he really did laugh like that and it wasn’t a joke like I first thought it was. One of the musketeers thinks that this would be an opportune time to take a pic of me sitting there as I begin my roll, this is substantial later in the story.
I decide its time to do a few light shows for my friends. So I get my string out of my pocket, and turn on my photons, motion over to Obi-wan and offer up a light show, now Obi-wan is not known to turn down a light show unless you suck. Needless to say I start my show, as I wind up my strings the colors from my photons are reflected onto his face and seem a wee bit trippier then usual. I start to do some of my tricks for Obi-wan who's are now rolling a bit back in his head, mean while I notice that some people are standing around watching me give Obi-wan a show, I usually look over at them once and a while and see if I know them or if their tripping out on the lights. No biggie right, the only problem is that the people aren't really there, it's just me and Obi-wan, so I close my eyes for a second and think hey that's cool, and look their still there when you close your eyes. BONUS!!! Obi-wan soon returns the favor and gives me a light show as only he can, I am always amazed by the shit he comes up with, the show was great as usual but nothing like I thought it would be when candy flipping.
A guy sitting in the booth next to us (I later find out his name is Casper) has brought a video camera with him and thinks that it would be a good idea to record me doing a show for him, why not right. I stand up and get a wee bit of a head rush; double bonus, I set up my strings and tell him im ready, I see the red light go on and I begin my show. I look treat the camera as if it's a person, focusing on the lens as I would someone's eyes, the show goes on for a few minutes and consists of me doing my usual tricks which are too hard to explain. When I finish my show Casper tells me that we should watch it. He rewinds the tape and starts the show, now he has one of those digital screens with a sweet resolution so its as crisp as can be, he presses play. There I am looking like a dope at first, kind of like how your voice sounds on a recording. I begin spinning my strings and do my tricks, one of them is when I bring my face close the person and move the strings from left to right which gives the appearance of my face moving quickly from left to right, well its trips the shit out of me cause its like im right there, only im about an inch tall and not looking so dorky anymore. As I watch the rest of the show I have to remind myself to breath a couple times because my breath is truly taken away. I later watch the tape two more times and was just as amazed to watch myself in mini-me action.
Ok, its time to go home, the three musketeers are restless now that they have come down from their 2 ½ rolls a piece, oh did I mention that Obi-wan was handing out E like they were merely tic tacs. Well I want to give one more light show to this poor girl that was just given a sloppy cookie cutter copy of what I do by this little kid with no originality, so I ask them to wait a sec while I give her a quick show. By the time I finish they are gone, where to I don't know so I walk around looking for them, I only find Luke. Luke tells me that obi and the girls have left and he and I should hang around for a while? My plan for the night was to hang with my group of friends and to be with only one person at that time made me Closter phobic. "Are you sure there gone," I ask. "Yeah there gone," he says. "Well lets go catch up with them," I reply. "No my fry's just getting strong I want to stay," he whines/ "In my head I think I cant stay here right now I have to go," I tell him I have to go take a piss and that I would be right back, in reality im in the bathroom calling Obi-wan while at the same time praying that there not really gone.
Someone was looking over me cause he answered his cell right outside the door and asked why I was taking so long? I reply, "because Luke wont let me go, I feel like im trapped in here and I can't get out, please come back in and help me out of here, I cant leave." His reply, "I'm on my way," I go back to Luke and make small talk till Obi-wan shows which thank god only took a minute tops. Obi-wan says to Luke “hey were going you guys wana come” to which I reply “geese that sounds good. Luke on the other hand tells us, "I cant leave now I want to stay here till 10:30am when this place closes." (yeah 10:30am) We finally explain to Luke that the girls had to get out and we couldn't leave them alone walking the streets, but in my head I knew that I couldn't handle it in that club without my friends that were already outside. He finally released me (that's how it felt) but I could see in his eyes that he really wanted us to stay. so sorry but I couldn't.
Way fast forward to us getting dropped off at the hotel by a good friend of ours. My exact words to Obi-wan I do not know but this was the general idea, "I wonder why I didn't fry so hard tonight, I would have thought that I would have tripped super hard, especially since I rolled too." Now I don't know what you have thought of this story so far but its only about half way through and the best is about to come. Oh yeah its about six am now which is count em SEVEN hours after we took our fry's and the sun is about to rise, what better place to see the sun rise over Diamond Head than from our hotel room which faces the direction of the sun rise. We get up to the room only to find our other friends already "home" rolling a phatt joint. Obi-wan had told me about smoking after rolling and how made him "float". I have smoked in the past but am not too big on getting stoned because it never has hit me hard to the point that I really enjoyed it...YET
We go out to the lanai (patio) of our 17th floor hotel room and light up the joint, it slowly makes its way to me after a few stops along the way. Now I don't even smoke cigarettes unless im rolling but I seem to have a large lung capacity and don't choke up when I do smoke. So I inhale to my hearts content, and then begin to hold it for as long as I could, maybe 45 seconds or so. I look to the sky and exhale for what seems to be an eternity and then look towards the sun that is now creeping its way over the Diamond Head. After a couple more hits and ten more minutes of watching the sun rise I get that dry mouth shit and decide to go into the kitchen and get some water. I fill my glass up and then rest against the kitchen counter. I finish my water in a few sips and then feel like looking out the full room size window (from floor to roof, from left to right) it was as big as the room. I stretch my arms out and rest my hands on the counter top.
Now im not sure where I was for the next few minutes but I come back to myself when Obi-wan walks in from the Lanai, something's different about him though, even as he walks closer to me he stays the same size and as I look across the room I notice that im about four feet taller then anything in the room, like im on a platform looking down on the room. Interesting, I say to myself but to the others I say nothing, I couldn't quite come up with the words to explain it. When im done Freaking out on Obi-wan I look back out the window, now things look a wee bit different. Some would say 3-D, not like with the glasses but like one of those kids books where things are raised from the book.. YEAH. At this point I realize that my arms are becoming a bit numb from leaning on the counter for what must be 15 minutes now. I try to move them a bit just to circulate some blood but my brain tells me no and it kinda of leans me forward a bit. Well now my hands are kinda disappearing like in back to the future where Michael J. Fox at his hands and its slowly disappearing. I decide to go with it "I told you it's new years eve right" as I raise my head up ever so slowly and look toward the window I get the feeling that my hands are no longer resting on the table, oh and I have no arms. just shoulders. What's holding me up you ask? nothing, cause im just floating there. Did I mention that now instead of the building being upright, it would now appear that the building is on its side and I am hanging there, it would also appear that my ground outside that window is as far as the eye can see, in this case that would be the mountains which are miles away, add that up and I feel like im hanging from inside a building miles above the ground, or sky diving without the wind..YEAH!
At this point I need to talk to some one quick because this is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in all my life. Obi-wan I say "remember how you told me about floating?" "Yes" he says. "Well that's what im doing right now, this is too much." Obi-wan not really knowing what I was going through thought that was kewl too. Even when I mentioned the part about being a wee bit higher then anything in the room he didn't raise an eyebrow, it was more like when I told him that everything was 3-D and the no arms part that he got a little worried. He ask a ? something along the lines of are you for real or are you kidding. Well Obi-wan no im not, and I guess he could tell from the look in my eye's and the grin on my face that I wasn't making this shit up. I would later discover that this started poor Obi's bad trip. YEAH.
Im finally able to talk my brain into letting my arms go, and step back from the counter. WOW, what the fuck was that I ask myself, to myself I answer I don't know. So what else is there to do when your FRY is given a jumpstart about eight hours after you dropped it, one would say go out to the lanai, breathtaking would be one word to use when describing the feeling of the wind as its caught by the hotel. I make my way across the other three people outside and sit in my chair while it only took me about ten seconds to walk there, I could have sworn it took an hour, maybe it did I tell myself.
The four of us are now watching the sun continue its climb up the mountain, so bright is my friend the sun I mean you can almost taste the orange of its color. At this point I decide to tell the rest of my friends about what I just experienced inside. Evidently I had a look in my eye and grin on my face that later was described to me as almost pure EVIL, by whom you ask? None other then Obi-wan, say it aint so, that last thing I wanted to do was give my fellow jedi master a bad trip, not only a bad trip but what would later be described to me as the worst trip of his life.
"Obi-wan what are you seeing?" "Evil," he says. At this point he has failed to mention that the evil is me. Once again he ask me if im really seeing what im saying im seeing. Now this opens a whole Pandora's box for me and Obi-wan, how so you ask? Well this is were the people who have fryed with friends know exactly what im talking about, and where people who don't fry get clueless, well most of them anyways. I answered Obi-wan in a way that only two friends who are frying can, with my mind, and my eyes, telepathically, then backing it up with the words, "You know I am." His reply to that was along the lines of, "dude your freaking me out." now if I weren't all fucked up I would have realized that he wasn't freaked out about my trip but more freaked out about what I was doing to him. I hadn't yet fully grasped where Obi-wan and I were at this point, I mean I knew that we were fucked up but not to this extent.
As I naively tried to talk Obi-wan back to his happy place like any good friend would do, he's sitting there starring into my evil eyes, he appears to me as if he's looking right past me, or maybe through? Don't rule it out. Obi-wan explains to me that his trip is bad, when asked how bad he says "that bad." When probed about what the evil was that he is seeing he is left speechless, even to this day he is unable to put those visions into words other then to over simplify it as evil, pure evil in its most simplistic form. He says Yoda (that's me) I don't know if this is the best trip I have ever had or the worst? In what seemed to be a nanosecond I replied in that now creepy telepathic way "its BOTH" and then echoed it verbally with the addition of "you know it is" Obi-wan later told me that part of his bad trip was a "looping" effect where he would see the same thing in repeat mode, like he would see me say something a few times in a row even when I only said it once.
Now imagine how looping must seem when I really do repeat the same thing over and over, such as "Obi-wan what are you seeing, don't see anything evil, only good, only good, no evil." Now that's an oxymoron if ive heard of one, how so you ask. Well, evil in its purest form just told him not to see me, and at this point Obi-wan couldn't see good if it stared him in the face, which is kinda funny cause I thought that that was what I was doing, bringing good thoughts to the focal point of his trip, no such luck, he now informs me that he feels like he's loosing is mind and may be going into a nervous breakdown. Looking onto his eyes I get the feeling that I am "the problem" I go inside the room to leave him with one of the musketeers who is so down from her roll and remember, not frying. Once thing I must say is that this particular musketeer stayed with Obi-wan the whole night, through the whole thing, doing what I couldn't do, keeping him sane. Without her hey may not have come out of this night ok, and im not joking.
When inside I sit on the carpeted floor for a few, it feels so nice. I had brought my computer sound system with a sub and all and hooked it up to a portable cd player. I popped in a cd that I had burned a few days earlier and played it at a volume that usually wouldn't be loud enough, but I could hear everything perfectly. You would be surprised to know what your mind can hear when your frying songs have a whole new meaning. Oh how I wish that I had a copy dark side of the moon and a copy of the wizard of oz (don't know what im talking about do a search for (pink floyd + wizard of oz) no joke). Well since I didn't have the two items previously mentioned I had to settle for The Cartoon Channel. Now for me this was beauty, pure pleasure, euphoria, and goodness in its purest most obtainable form. How so you ask? Well when music is played while cartoons or any kids tv show with puppets or a guy in a animal suit say like a BEAR, the show becomes a music video, think about that for a second.
The bear began to sing to me and then to us as I told my other friends about this phenomenon. "Look at his eyebrows," I said. They were huge, and hey kept blinking at us, and his movements were so liquid like. His little friends would pop in at the most opportune time to start dancing right as the next song would kick in. I don't know how better to describe this and I don't want to sit here and list every trippy thing that I saw but let me tell you when the bear went out on the patio and the moon fell from the sky for a chat, well we were all blown away. I convinced myself that moon was the bears dealer and stopped by to make a deal. `Nuff said don’t you think.
Well I decided that it was time for a break from cartoons seeing as we had been watching them for a few hours now, funny I could have sworn it was only ½ an hour, as far as time goes, what seems to be for ever is only a momentary lapse in your conciseness and what seems to only be a momentary lapse in your conciseness seems to be forever...think about it.
GUM. How the fuck can you trip out on gum? Seems like a hard thing to do right. Well not as hard as you might think, as I stand up from the plush carpet I walk over to my old buddy the kitchen counter only to find a fresh pack of big red. "Hey im sure that's gonna taste good," I say out loud to which no one else knew what the fuck I was talking about. I move my hands towards the gum to pick it up. Much like the energizer bunny they keep going and going and going. My hands seems to be descending forever. Once again this only took me a nanosecond, that was a trip on two levels, depth perception and time perception, what a mix. Anyways, finally I have gum in hand and reach for that little piece of paper that sticks out of the side, I begin to tug at it and rip open the package. Well even though my hands were holding the gum close to the counter, I could swear that I could hear the paper ripping apart as if it were right next my ear, hell lets do it one better, in my ear, oh yeah. Meanwhile as I stare into what im sure is gona be the best gum ive ever eaten in my life I can actually see the fibers of the paper splitting apart much like a wet paper towel. So there you can trip off of gum, for real. Oh and the gum wasn't half bad.
Back out to the lanai would sound like a good idea at this point wouldn't it. Well that question can be answered two ways. The first way would be that when looking at the mountains of Hawaii soon after the sun has arisen is a good thing. If you block out everything that's around you and just look at the mountains and the house on them you are able to see a painting. Those aren't real houses over there, those are painted, wasn't that nice of Leonardo Da Vinci take time out of his busy schedule to paint me a picture, I look to the left and I look to the right, well its even better he's done the whole thing im now in a painting, a living breathing painting. How crazy was that you ask, ever seen the movie What dreams will come with Robin Williams, well that would sum it up pretty good.
Hey now didn't I say that question could be answered in to ways. Well here's the second way. Is it a good way or a bad way? Well let's just say that when frying on the seventeenth floor of a hotel and hanging out on the lanai. well you kinda wonder how it would feel to jump. No shit, now in the back of my head I could tell myself that im just having a good trip and that im not really gona jump, I just think it would be fun for the twenty seconds on the way down. Now on the other hand say you were going insane? Which brings me to Obi-wan, wasn't so sure he wasn't gonna do it, and he wasn't really thinking that it was gonna be fun either. Now as soon as I got the urge to fly I didn't allow anyone out on the lanai by themselves cause I knew what they were thinking, turns out most of us were. I'm glad that I was able to bring it up to a couple people and let them know that I was having the same thoughts as them but that none of us were gona something so unthinkable yet at the time so possible.
Fast forward to 4pm in the afternoon. Checkout time, and we rode that clock till 4:05 cause none of us wanted to go outside for at least an eternity longer. Well we just had the most intense night of our life, where do you want to go now? Jack-in-the-box sounds good right about now. So we make our way to the nearest JnB and as soon as we walk in we see a mixture of kids ranging in age from maybe 12-19 and their hanging out in JnB at 4 in the afternoon. No biggie right, well we kinda figured out that they were all fucked up. Maybe they were on ice or crack or hey who know maybe they were frying, think about it. Oh well I kinda blocked them out cause I didn't want to think about how cracked out we might have looked and it was just sad to see kids who must have taken some crazy shit the night before.
Just when you think you've seen it all, reality hits you right smack in the face. I'm talking about the tip of your nose getting slammed back behind you head, how so you ask. This woman walks away from the counter after collecting her food. She sits very close to us, only a couple tables away, no biggie right? Well she's the most cracked out druggie I have ever seen in my life. She's got a twitch in her body that seems likes it's been with her for days on end. I look away cause I can tell where this is going, where to you ask. Bad, that's where. After a few minutes she decides that she doesn't like her chair so much anymore so she moves over to the counter and sit on a stool. A bit later she decides that maybe eating crouched on the ground under the counter might make her day a bit more productive. Even though I stared straight ahead at Obi-wan and told him not to look I don't think he could help himself, im not sure what he saw but it may have been worse then anything he saw that night. As I stared straight ahead trying to block out the vision of a full blown junkie cracked out on the floor of a JnB I wondered could that happen to us? To add to my disgust at this very moment, im informed by Obi-Wan that there's a guy at the entrance with a video camera, turn around and look he said, "The guy's video taping this." What type of person would want that on tape, some prankster kids? NO, a tourist here on vacation, maybe even with his wife and kids, who knows he's decided that since his vacation videos are so crappy every time he goes home he's gona take some action shots home.
With a frightened feel and look in my eye I told everyone that we were leaving, I mean now guys, not in a minute or two, NOW. We cant be here right now, this isn't right. As I walk towards the entrance past the camera I stare into the camera and say too softly, "this isn't right." I feel now that I said it too softly cause I feel bad for not making him turn it off, maybe I don't know that woman but if that were to happen to me, if I got so cracked out one night that I looked that bad, how shameful it would be for some one to tape it for their sick sadistic pleasur. I don't know if he's gona see that on the tape when he gets home but I hope he does.
What more can I say about this night I know ask myself? Well there are some other things that happened that night. I now think that's its pretty funny that when my friends would get just a little bit more worried about me than they were only five minutes ago when they were just really worried for me, I would look them right in the eye and with a smile say im ok im not going crazy, turns out the weren't really buying it at the time no matter how hard I was selling the idea. My friends developed the pictures from that night and had them for five days before I saw them. Between that night and me seeing pictures of myself, I had my friends from the party telling me how evil I looked and people that just heard about the party all heard that I looked evil too. I was still in this fantasy word were that night was the best trip of my life, and don't get me wrong from my perspective, what I saw that night was somehow beautiful and almost magical. It opened my mind up to so many things that have always been there but that I was unable to see cause the door was locked. And even though I was given the key to this other world if even only for one night, there's a catch. I saw those pictures a couple days ago, and I saw the evil that had eluded me that night, it was there as plain as day…my eyes were so dilated (more then rolling, I got pictures of that and I look happy) eyes aren't made to get that red, and what I though was a huge smile all night was really the smile of the devil himself…well I guess it was only that bad to Obi-wan.
To Obi-wan I say, "Sorry, I know you don't hold it against me for giving you a bad trip but even though I know now how bad your trip really was. You don't know bad I felt when you finally told me the next day, you don't know how bad you made it for me." He said the look on my face and what he saw in my eyes throughout the night was me begging him to help me slow down from all of it,slow down the rolling, don't ever fry again, and probably stay away from weed for a bit. While Obi-wan has sworn off Sid for life (or at least a substantial amount of time) I on the other hand cant rule out another fry sometime down the road. How can I deny myself such bliss? On the other hand how can I chance that I wont have a bad trip like Obi-wan? Between the two of us we had BOTH. We were able to show each other the best and the worst of frying, and from that we have to make our own decisions and take make our own paths in life. Much as Obi-wan and I shared the Ying and Yang of frying I have now shared it with you and whether you have absolutely no intentions of frying (much like me until recently) or you have fryed on many occasions you must take this at face value. This was my night on Acid and it will always a night in my life that I will never be able to forget nor would I want to, BOTH the good and the bad. That's my story and im sticking to it.
Now did you think that was it? Set you mind on super duper fast forward ok, and fast forward to one week later. The breakdown of this night is that we went to a rave at a water park. By the end of the night Obi-wan and I had taken three rolls a piece. While Obi-wan has taken upwards of four or five hits of E in one night my max was two. But we had decided that this was the last big bang for a while and that we needed to right all that had gone wrong the week before. And we did, that was the best roll I have ever had. I was able to relax completely that night, talk about things that had been on my mind but would never bring up sober, housekeeping kind of things. Letting some friends know how much their friendship meant to me and not really worrying about people that I usually put up with just because. Well enough of that right you're thinking to yourself, he didn’t start a whole paragraph to tell about some roll. Well that;s the beginning of the night.
After the rave finished about ten of us went to the beach about 15 minutes away. We wanted to wind down a bit after this great roll we had. What better way to do that than to smoke a dube? I had figured that what I experienced on new years was not "floating" and that it was just from the fry. So I figure lets smoke a bit and have a nice come down. Well I take my usual big winded hit, wait for it to make its way around their circle and hit it again. Someone plays some music in the background and we all kinda talk in mini groups about the night and life in general, normal shit. Much to my amazement I was about to start another fucking experience that I didn't see coming, not in the least bit. I have heard of people bringing back their rolls with vicks, light shows and messages. Not that uncommon right. Well I would have to say from my personal view of this night that I brought back my FRY!!! I don't know how better to explain this cause the most ironic part of this story is that I have smoked on a few other occasions and have actually been disappointed by me experiences with buds, never been stoned off my ass laughing at cheech and chong.
I would say that the trip I had on this night was as intense if not more so then the one I had only a week before. I was facing the beach and watching the waves crash in as I first felt it come on. At first I told myself that it was just good buds. Ten minutes later when my friend was fucking around with his lights and his face was changing into all conceivable colors I got a wee bit suspicious. But I would say that the point that I was convinced that this was a fry relapse would be when Obi-wan got a smaller like ¾ scale and then slowly but surely morphed into what can only be described as the cat from Alice in Wonderland, oh yeah he was wearing a bow tie if that helps you visualize at all. I look to Obi-wan and try to explain to him that im fucked up again. When he asks me how fucked I was I inform him that its as if im in the hotel again. Guess he didn't believe me cause it wasn't until he started to see my eyes and grin and thought that I was talking to him again, you know with the eyes, that he kinda figured it out. Now, I had given Obi-wan the bad trip, time to pay back the favor. YEAH.
The difference between this night and the one before is that I didn't have the feeling of control like I did at the hotel. I felt safe in the hotel, I wasn't gonna run into anyone I didn't want to see and I also had the day off. The fubar part about this night would be that im out in the open, I drove my car with all these people in it, oh and if you want icing on your cake I start work in eight hours, at this point I don't see much sleep in my future. Now I can work after rolling and on very little sleep but seeing as im so fucked up I begin to fear that I might not make it to work soon (that would mean calling in sick, which really wasn't a realistic option). So what is a cracked out guy gona do, trip hard and worry about it tomorrow. See I had thought that I could bring myself out of anything if I had to, and for sure I though I could get out of this, right, it was just buds.
Well I couldn't, im all stressed now cause everyone looks like their scared of me, (I later found out that only Obi-wan was scared) the rest was me fucking with myself, guess I had convinced myself that everyone thought I was loosing it but I guess Obi-wan was the only one who truly knew what I was going through. I would have to say that seeing the pictures of myself did not help this situation much because I could picture how I looked at this point. About forty five minutes down the road everyone's in car and im outside all alone, the most empty alone feeling I have ever had, on top of this I have this thought creeping up from the back of my head that their in the car talking about me and if im going crazy (once again only Obi-wan, lol).
How could this get any more fucked up then it already is you ask? well you did didn't you, well start thinking about the Jack in the Box woman, cause that's what I did. Do I look like her right now (in reality I was no where near that bad, but at this point who's dealing in reality?) so somehow I figure it would be a good idea to go ask my friends. "Hey im not all cracked out like that junkie at JnB am I?" What a loaded question, who was gona say yes, right. Well no one said yes but I didn't hear an answer at all (later to find out that Obi-wan said I did not look like that) some how I blocked it out. Well you can only imagine the images that brought up in my head. I could visualize myself on the floor of a JnB with a Jumbo Jack and a mean twitch. I had to go for a walk for a bit cause this was too much to handle.
The thoughts in my head were as clear as day at this point, every thought was well formed and I understood sentences as I spoke them, but the second sound came out of my mouth it was slowed, dumbed down, and creepy. What is there to do when you brain is thinking straight but its not sounding right, well just tell them, I can think straight but it just comes out fucked up, really im ok (with a slight stutter if I remember right) Realizing that they weren't buying my story, I thought to myself, "do I even buy it, I cant even talk right." Obi-wan, can you drive us home cause I don't think I can do it. I know I can't do it. His answer to me was yeah, are you sure you can drive ok, I asked. Knowing where I was he lied and said yes, turns out he's over there tripping damn hard himself, while not on the same level as me he's in no position to operate heavy machinery, ie: my car.
Nonetheless, we all got home safe. It was only later that Obi-wan told me how freaked out he was again by my intense trip. And he still had the skills to drive us home, what a Jedi Master. I do thank you again for getting us all home safe, and how safe home was I had mostly finished my trip by the time we got home but there was one thing I wanted to do when tripping hard and I wasn't able to do it on new years eve. Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon, hey I don't know when im gona trip like this again. So I mention to Obi-wan how that was the only thing I regretted not doing. Go do it he said, go out to your car and listen to it. I mean I didn't have my copy of Wizard of Oz but beggars cant be choosers right. Well I can only imagine what it sounds like when your at the peak of a trip but I was pleasantly surprised my Mr. Pink's music.
Well believe it or not Ripley that's the end of my story for now. I have typed nearly ten pages and all of it my thoughts, feelings, and experiences. Please don't reply to this post telling me how bad drugs are or how you shouldn't drive after rolling, just take this for what it is. What happened and don't be a Monday morning quarterback telling all that we did wrong. Rather, reply with your or your friends experiences, good, bad, BOTH. What did this post mean to you. I mean you didn't just read ten pages of my thoughts to click the back button and go on to the next post.
But hey maybe im just some cracked out kid who just wasted eight hours writing this shit, guess ill know by your replies.
Yours truly,
YODA
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This is my story about my new years eve, none of this is bullshit, it all happened. Please read the whole thing, it may be a bit slow at first but it really picks up half way through. Don't skip past anything cause your gonna regret it later. I began to write this for myself as a way to vent all my feelings about that night, it was only after I began to put down my thoughts that I realized how much I had to share this with you all.
So we had talked about doing acid on New Years Eve, sure why not I said. If the settings are good then I want to try it for the first time. Well we got a hotel room downtown, I was off work the next day, and I was going to trip with some close friends.
Fast forward to 11:00pm the eve of the new year, and my friends Obi-wan, Han Solo, Chewbacca, Luke Skywalker, and the three female musketeers (these are all subs for my friends whom would like their identity kept secret, in case you run into them at 7-11 some day) are all in our hotel room getting ready for the night ahead. This consist of me, Obi-wan, Han taking our hit of acid. Obi-wan give me my hit which I place on my tongue, its a hard piece of paper with no tangible taste, I always felt like the "tab" would just dissolve on impact of my tongue, well it hung around for a while so I decide to chew a piece of gum to make sure I get every drop out of my hit. The three Musketeers decide that they want nothing to do with our friend Sid so they decided to take it easy and just roll tonight so they each take their roll around a half hour before we took our Sid. They feel that the fire works will look very impressive with the assistance of their little friend in pill form.
So we head down to the beach to watch the fireworks, as soon as we get outside the hotel one of the girls makes a rush for the trashcan as she throws up on the side of the trashcan and the ground, not quite making to the can. So we walk down the street a bit more and she needs yet another pit stop to puke up what's left of her roll. We make it to the beach and await for the fireworks light show to begin @ about 12.00 the show began and at about 12:04 the show ended. What to do now? Go to a club we say. I begin to wonder when will the acid kick in, I mean its this incredible drug that's suppose to make me think that the walls are moving and what not, so far nothing. So we begin are trek down to a club called Evolutions at the other end of the strip. We walked down the street arm in arm connected as one, how sweet huh, and we would occasionally try to trap people walking in the other direction like fish in a net. Hey we were bored.
So we get to evolutions and show our IDs to one of the most cracked out bouncers I have ever seen, but hey its new years, we all gotta party right. We make our trek up the stairs to the dance floor, I think about dancing for a second but then realize that im not fucked up enough to dance yet, as a matter of fact even the walk to the club didn't jump start my fry. We spot a booth in the back of the club that would accommodate my friends and I. Obi-wan motions over to me and ask if im ready to drop my roll? Oh yeah didn't I tell you, if the fry was going ok I was gona candy flip. Hey, no work the next day and I we got a hotel room, did I mention this was new years eve? He hands me my Blue Armani and we both take our roll.
Fast forward about 45 minutes and we begin our roll, its seems a little different then other rolls I have had before. A good example would be that when I put my hands together palm to palm and then pull them apart, they would seem to stay together a bit held together by what seemed to be glue but instead of it being glue it was just my skin stretching. Oh yeah it was kicking in, mean while my friend Obi-wan is sitting across the table and seems to be laughing like a hyena; Fry note: this wasn't a hallucination of mine, I later confirmed that he really did laugh like that and it wasn’t a joke like I first thought it was. One of the musketeers thinks that this would be an opportune time to take a pic of me sitting there as I begin my roll, this is substantial later in the story.
I decide its time to do a few light shows for my friends. So I get my string out of my pocket, and turn on my photons, motion over to Obi-wan and offer up a light show, now Obi-wan is not known to turn down a light show unless you suck. Needless to say I start my show, as I wind up my strings the colors from my photons are reflected onto his face and seem a wee bit trippier then usual. I start to do some of my tricks for Obi-wan who's are now rolling a bit back in his head, mean while I notice that some people are standing around watching me give Obi-wan a show, I usually look over at them once and a while and see if I know them or if their tripping out on the lights. No biggie right, the only problem is that the people aren't really there, it's just me and Obi-wan, so I close my eyes for a second and think hey that's cool, and look their still there when you close your eyes. BONUS!!! Obi-wan soon returns the favor and gives me a light show as only he can, I am always amazed by the shit he comes up with, the show was great as usual but nothing like I thought it would be when candy flipping.
A guy sitting in the booth next to us (I later find out his name is Casper) has brought a video camera with him and thinks that it would be a good idea to record me doing a show for him, why not right. I stand up and get a wee bit of a head rush; double bonus, I set up my strings and tell him im ready, I see the red light go on and I begin my show. I look treat the camera as if it's a person, focusing on the lens as I would someone's eyes, the show goes on for a few minutes and consists of me doing my usual tricks which are too hard to explain. When I finish my show Casper tells me that we should watch it. He rewinds the tape and starts the show, now he has one of those digital screens with a sweet resolution so its as crisp as can be, he presses play. There I am looking like a dope at first, kind of like how your voice sounds on a recording. I begin spinning my strings and do my tricks, one of them is when I bring my face close the person and move the strings from left to right which gives the appearance of my face moving quickly from left to right, well its trips the shit out of me cause its like im right there, only im about an inch tall and not looking so dorky anymore. As I watch the rest of the show I have to remind myself to breath a couple times because my breath is truly taken away. I later watch the tape two more times and was just as amazed to watch myself in mini-me action.
Ok, its time to go home, the three musketeers are restless now that they have come down from their 2 ½ rolls a piece, oh did I mention that Obi-wan was handing out E like they were merely tic tacs. Well I want to give one more light show to this poor girl that was just given a sloppy cookie cutter copy of what I do by this little kid with no originality, so I ask them to wait a sec while I give her a quick show. By the time I finish they are gone, where to I don't know so I walk around looking for them, I only find Luke. Luke tells me that obi and the girls have left and he and I should hang around for a while? My plan for the night was to hang with my group of friends and to be with only one person at that time made me Closter phobic. "Are you sure there gone," I ask. "Yeah there gone," he says. "Well lets go catch up with them," I reply. "No my fry's just getting strong I want to stay," he whines/ "In my head I think I cant stay here right now I have to go," I tell him I have to go take a piss and that I would be right back, in reality im in the bathroom calling Obi-wan while at the same time praying that there not really gone.
Someone was looking over me cause he answered his cell right outside the door and asked why I was taking so long? I reply, "because Luke wont let me go, I feel like im trapped in here and I can't get out, please come back in and help me out of here, I cant leave." His reply, "I'm on my way," I go back to Luke and make small talk till Obi-wan shows which thank god only took a minute tops. Obi-wan says to Luke “hey were going you guys wana come” to which I reply “geese that sounds good. Luke on the other hand tells us, "I cant leave now I want to stay here till 10:30am when this place closes." (yeah 10:30am) We finally explain to Luke that the girls had to get out and we couldn't leave them alone walking the streets, but in my head I knew that I couldn't handle it in that club without my friends that were already outside. He finally released me (that's how it felt) but I could see in his eyes that he really wanted us to stay. so sorry but I couldn't.
Way fast forward to us getting dropped off at the hotel by a good friend of ours. My exact words to Obi-wan I do not know but this was the general idea, "I wonder why I didn't fry so hard tonight, I would have thought that I would have tripped super hard, especially since I rolled too." Now I don't know what you have thought of this story so far but its only about half way through and the best is about to come. Oh yeah its about six am now which is count em SEVEN hours after we took our fry's and the sun is about to rise, what better place to see the sun rise over Diamond Head than from our hotel room which faces the direction of the sun rise. We get up to the room only to find our other friends already "home" rolling a phatt joint. Obi-wan had told me about smoking after rolling and how made him "float". I have smoked in the past but am not too big on getting stoned because it never has hit me hard to the point that I really enjoyed it...YET
We go out to the lanai (patio) of our 17th floor hotel room and light up the joint, it slowly makes its way to me after a few stops along the way. Now I don't even smoke cigarettes unless im rolling but I seem to have a large lung capacity and don't choke up when I do smoke. So I inhale to my hearts content, and then begin to hold it for as long as I could, maybe 45 seconds or so. I look to the sky and exhale for what seems to be an eternity and then look towards the sun that is now creeping its way over the Diamond Head. After a couple more hits and ten more minutes of watching the sun rise I get that dry mouth shit and decide to go into the kitchen and get some water. I fill my glass up and then rest against the kitchen counter. I finish my water in a few sips and then feel like looking out the full room size window (from floor to roof, from left to right) it was as big as the room. I stretch my arms out and rest my hands on the counter top.
Now im not sure where I was for the next few minutes but I come back to myself when Obi-wan walks in from the Lanai, something's different about him though, even as he walks closer to me he stays the same size and as I look across the room I notice that im about four feet taller then anything in the room, like im on a platform looking down on the room. Interesting, I say to myself but to the others I say nothing, I couldn't quite come up with the words to explain it. When im done Freaking out on Obi-wan I look back out the window, now things look a wee bit different. Some would say 3-D, not like with the glasses but like one of those kids books where things are raised from the book.. YEAH. At this point I realize that my arms are becoming a bit numb from leaning on the counter for what must be 15 minutes now. I try to move them a bit just to circulate some blood but my brain tells me no and it kinda of leans me forward a bit. Well now my hands are kinda disappearing like in back to the future where Michael J. Fox at his hands and its slowly disappearing. I decide to go with it "I told you it's new years eve right" as I raise my head up ever so slowly and look toward the window I get the feeling that my hands are no longer resting on the table, oh and I have no arms. just shoulders. What's holding me up you ask? nothing, cause im just floating there. Did I mention that now instead of the building being upright, it would now appear that the building is on its side and I am hanging there, it would also appear that my ground outside that window is as far as the eye can see, in this case that would be the mountains which are miles away, add that up and I feel like im hanging from inside a building miles above the ground, or sky diving without the wind..YEAH!
At this point I need to talk to some one quick because this is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in all my life. Obi-wan I say "remember how you told me about floating?" "Yes" he says. "Well that's what im doing right now, this is too much." Obi-wan not really knowing what I was going through thought that was kewl too. Even when I mentioned the part about being a wee bit higher then anything in the room he didn't raise an eyebrow, it was more like when I told him that everything was 3-D and the no arms part that he got a little worried. He ask a ? something along the lines of are you for real or are you kidding. Well Obi-wan no im not, and I guess he could tell from the look in my eye's and the grin on my face that I wasn't making this shit up. I would later discover that this started poor Obi's bad trip. YEAH.
Im finally able to talk my brain into letting my arms go, and step back from the counter. WOW, what the fuck was that I ask myself, to myself I answer I don't know. So what else is there to do when your FRY is given a jumpstart about eight hours after you dropped it, one would say go out to the lanai, breathtaking would be one word to use when describing the feeling of the wind as its caught by the hotel. I make my way across the other three people outside and sit in my chair while it only took me about ten seconds to walk there, I could have sworn it took an hour, maybe it did I tell myself.
The four of us are now watching the sun continue its climb up the mountain, so bright is my friend the sun I mean you can almost taste the orange of its color. At this point I decide to tell the rest of my friends about what I just experienced inside. Evidently I had a look in my eye and grin on my face that later was described to me as almost pure EVIL, by whom you ask? None other then Obi-wan, say it aint so, that last thing I wanted to do was give my fellow jedi master a bad trip, not only a bad trip but what would later be described to me as the worst trip of his life.
"Obi-wan what are you seeing?" "Evil," he says. At this point he has failed to mention that the evil is me. Once again he ask me if im really seeing what im saying im seeing. Now this opens a whole Pandora's box for me and Obi-wan, how so you ask? Well this is were the people who have fryed with friends know exactly what im talking about, and where people who don't fry get clueless, well most of them anyways. I answered Obi-wan in a way that only two friends who are frying can, with my mind, and my eyes, telepathically, then backing it up with the words, "You know I am." His reply to that was along the lines of, "dude your freaking me out." now if I weren't all fucked up I would have realized that he wasn't freaked out about my trip but more freaked out about what I was doing to him. I hadn't yet fully grasped where Obi-wan and I were at this point, I mean I knew that we were fucked up but not to this extent.
As I naively tried to talk Obi-wan back to his happy place like any good friend would do, he's sitting there starring into my evil eyes, he appears to me as if he's looking right past me, or maybe through? Don't rule it out. Obi-wan explains to me that his trip is bad, when asked how bad he says "that bad." When probed about what the evil was that he is seeing he is left speechless, even to this day he is unable to put those visions into words other then to over simplify it as evil, pure evil in its most simplistic form. He says Yoda (that's me) I don't know if this is the best trip I have ever had or the worst? In what seemed to be a nanosecond I replied in that now creepy telepathic way "its BOTH" and then echoed it verbally with the addition of "you know it is" Obi-wan later told me that part of his bad trip was a "looping" effect where he would see the same thing in repeat mode, like he would see me say something a few times in a row even when I only said it once.
Now imagine how looping must seem when I really do repeat the same thing over and over, such as "Obi-wan what are you seeing, don't see anything evil, only good, only good, no evil." Now that's an oxymoron if ive heard of one, how so you ask. Well, evil in its purest form just told him not to see me, and at this point Obi-wan couldn't see good if it stared him in the face, which is kinda funny cause I thought that that was what I was doing, bringing good thoughts to the focal point of his trip, no such luck, he now informs me that he feels like he's loosing is mind and may be going into a nervous breakdown. Looking onto his eyes I get the feeling that I am "the problem" I go inside the room to leave him with one of the musketeers who is so down from her roll and remember, not frying. Once thing I must say is that this particular musketeer stayed with Obi-wan the whole night, through the whole thing, doing what I couldn't do, keeping him sane. Without her hey may not have come out of this night ok, and im not joking.
When inside I sit on the carpeted floor for a few, it feels so nice. I had brought my computer sound system with a sub and all and hooked it up to a portable cd player. I popped in a cd that I had burned a few days earlier and played it at a volume that usually wouldn't be loud enough, but I could hear everything perfectly. You would be surprised to know what your mind can hear when your frying songs have a whole new meaning. Oh how I wish that I had a copy dark side of the moon and a copy of the wizard of oz (don't know what im talking about do a search for (pink floyd + wizard of oz) no joke). Well since I didn't have the two items previously mentioned I had to settle for The Cartoon Channel. Now for me this was beauty, pure pleasure, euphoria, and goodness in its purest most obtainable form. How so you ask? Well when music is played while cartoons or any kids tv show with puppets or a guy in a animal suit say like a BEAR, the show becomes a music video, think about that for a second.
The bear began to sing to me and then to us as I told my other friends about this phenomenon. "Look at his eyebrows," I said. They were huge, and hey kept blinking at us, and his movements were so liquid like. His little friends would pop in at the most opportune time to start dancing right as the next song would kick in. I don't know how better to describe this and I don't want to sit here and list every trippy thing that I saw but let me tell you when the bear went out on the patio and the moon fell from the sky for a chat, well we were all blown away. I convinced myself that moon was the bears dealer and stopped by to make a deal. `Nuff said don’t you think.
Well I decided that it was time for a break from cartoons seeing as we had been watching them for a few hours now, funny I could have sworn it was only ½ an hour, as far as time goes, what seems to be for ever is only a momentary lapse in your conciseness and what seems to only be a momentary lapse in your conciseness seems to be forever...think about it.
GUM. How the fuck can you trip out on gum? Seems like a hard thing to do right. Well not as hard as you might think, as I stand up from the plush carpet I walk over to my old buddy the kitchen counter only to find a fresh pack of big red. "Hey im sure that's gonna taste good," I say out loud to which no one else knew what the fuck I was talking about. I move my hands towards the gum to pick it up. Much like the energizer bunny they keep going and going and going. My hands seems to be descending forever. Once again this only took me a nanosecond, that was a trip on two levels, depth perception and time perception, what a mix. Anyways, finally I have gum in hand and reach for that little piece of paper that sticks out of the side, I begin to tug at it and rip open the package. Well even though my hands were holding the gum close to the counter, I could swear that I could hear the paper ripping apart as if it were right next my ear, hell lets do it one better, in my ear, oh yeah. Meanwhile as I stare into what im sure is gona be the best gum ive ever eaten in my life I can actually see the fibers of the paper splitting apart much like a wet paper towel. So there you can trip off of gum, for real. Oh and the gum wasn't half bad.
Back out to the lanai would sound like a good idea at this point wouldn't it. Well that question can be answered two ways. The first way would be that when looking at the mountains of Hawaii soon after the sun has arisen is a good thing. If you block out everything that's around you and just look at the mountains and the house on them you are able to see a painting. Those aren't real houses over there, those are painted, wasn't that nice of Leonardo Da Vinci take time out of his busy schedule to paint me a picture, I look to the left and I look to the right, well its even better he's done the whole thing im now in a painting, a living breathing painting. How crazy was that you ask, ever seen the movie What dreams will come with Robin Williams, well that would sum it up pretty good.
Hey now didn't I say that question could be answered in to ways. Well here's the second way. Is it a good way or a bad way? Well let's just say that when frying on the seventeenth floor of a hotel and hanging out on the lanai. well you kinda wonder how it would feel to jump. No shit, now in the back of my head I could tell myself that im just having a good trip and that im not really gona jump, I just think it would be fun for the twenty seconds on the way down. Now on the other hand say you were going insane? Which brings me to Obi-wan, wasn't so sure he wasn't gonna do it, and he wasn't really thinking that it was gonna be fun either. Now as soon as I got the urge to fly I didn't allow anyone out on the lanai by themselves cause I knew what they were thinking, turns out most of us were. I'm glad that I was able to bring it up to a couple people and let them know that I was having the same thoughts as them but that none of us were gona something so unthinkable yet at the time so possible.
Fast forward to 4pm in the afternoon. Checkout time, and we rode that clock till 4:05 cause none of us wanted to go outside for at least an eternity longer. Well we just had the most intense night of our life, where do you want to go now? Jack-in-the-box sounds good right about now. So we make our way to the nearest JnB and as soon as we walk in we see a mixture of kids ranging in age from maybe 12-19 and their hanging out in JnB at 4 in the afternoon. No biggie right, well we kinda figured out that they were all fucked up. Maybe they were on ice or crack or hey who know maybe they were frying, think about it. Oh well I kinda blocked them out cause I didn't want to think about how cracked out we might have looked and it was just sad to see kids who must have taken some crazy shit the night before.
Just when you think you've seen it all, reality hits you right smack in the face. I'm talking about the tip of your nose getting slammed back behind you head, how so you ask. This woman walks away from the counter after collecting her food. She sits very close to us, only a couple tables away, no biggie right? Well she's the most cracked out druggie I have ever seen in my life. She's got a twitch in her body that seems likes it's been with her for days on end. I look away cause I can tell where this is going, where to you ask. Bad, that's where. After a few minutes she decides that she doesn't like her chair so much anymore so she moves over to the counter and sit on a stool. A bit later she decides that maybe eating crouched on the ground under the counter might make her day a bit more productive. Even though I stared straight ahead at Obi-wan and told him not to look I don't think he could help himself, im not sure what he saw but it may have been worse then anything he saw that night. As I stared straight ahead trying to block out the vision of a full blown junkie cracked out on the floor of a JnB I wondered could that happen to us? To add to my disgust at this very moment, im informed by Obi-Wan that there's a guy at the entrance with a video camera, turn around and look he said, "The guy's video taping this." What type of person would want that on tape, some prankster kids? NO, a tourist here on vacation, maybe even with his wife and kids, who knows he's decided that since his vacation videos are so crappy every time he goes home he's gona take some action shots home.
With a frightened feel and look in my eye I told everyone that we were leaving, I mean now guys, not in a minute or two, NOW. We cant be here right now, this isn't right. As I walk towards the entrance past the camera I stare into the camera and say too softly, "this isn't right." I feel now that I said it too softly cause I feel bad for not making him turn it off, maybe I don't know that woman but if that were to happen to me, if I got so cracked out one night that I looked that bad, how shameful it would be for some one to tape it for their sick sadistic pleasur. I don't know if he's gona see that on the tape when he gets home but I hope he does.
What more can I say about this night I know ask myself? Well there are some other things that happened that night. I now think that's its pretty funny that when my friends would get just a little bit more worried about me than they were only five minutes ago when they were just really worried for me, I would look them right in the eye and with a smile say im ok im not going crazy, turns out the weren't really buying it at the time no matter how hard I was selling the idea. My friends developed the pictures from that night and had them for five days before I saw them. Between that night and me seeing pictures of myself, I had my friends from the party telling me how evil I looked and people that just heard about the party all heard that I looked evil too. I was still in this fantasy word were that night was the best trip of my life, and don't get me wrong from my perspective, what I saw that night was somehow beautiful and almost magical. It opened my mind up to so many things that have always been there but that I was unable to see cause the door was locked. And even though I was given the key to this other world if even only for one night, there's a catch. I saw those pictures a couple days ago, and I saw the evil that had eluded me that night, it was there as plain as day…my eyes were so dilated (more then rolling, I got pictures of that and I look happy) eyes aren't made to get that red, and what I though was a huge smile all night was really the smile of the devil himself…well I guess it was only that bad to Obi-wan.
To Obi-wan I say, "Sorry, I know you don't hold it against me for giving you a bad trip but even though I know now how bad your trip really was. You don't know bad I felt when you finally told me the next day, you don't know how bad you made it for me." He said the look on my face and what he saw in my eyes throughout the night was me begging him to help me slow down from all of it,slow down the rolling, don't ever fry again, and probably stay away from weed for a bit. While Obi-wan has sworn off Sid for life (or at least a substantial amount of time) I on the other hand cant rule out another fry sometime down the road. How can I deny myself such bliss? On the other hand how can I chance that I wont have a bad trip like Obi-wan? Between the two of us we had BOTH. We were able to show each other the best and the worst of frying, and from that we have to make our own decisions and take make our own paths in life. Much as Obi-wan and I shared the Ying and Yang of frying I have now shared it with you and whether you have absolutely no intentions of frying (much like me until recently) or you have fryed on many occasions you must take this at face value. This was my night on Acid and it will always a night in my life that I will never be able to forget nor would I want to, BOTH the good and the bad. That's my story and im sticking to it.
Now did you think that was it? Set you mind on super duper fast forward ok, and fast forward to one week later. The breakdown of this night is that we went to a rave at a water park. By the end of the night Obi-wan and I had taken three rolls a piece. While Obi-wan has taken upwards of four or five hits of E in one night my max was two. But we had decided that this was the last big bang for a while and that we needed to right all that had gone wrong the week before. And we did, that was the best roll I have ever had. I was able to relax completely that night, talk about things that had been on my mind but would never bring up sober, housekeeping kind of things. Letting some friends know how much their friendship meant to me and not really worrying about people that I usually put up with just because. Well enough of that right you're thinking to yourself, he didn’t start a whole paragraph to tell about some roll. Well that;s the beginning of the night.
After the rave finished about ten of us went to the beach about 15 minutes away. We wanted to wind down a bit after this great roll we had. What better way to do that than to smoke a dube? I had figured that what I experienced on new years was not "floating" and that it was just from the fry. So I figure lets smoke a bit and have a nice come down. Well I take my usual big winded hit, wait for it to make its way around their circle and hit it again. Someone plays some music in the background and we all kinda talk in mini groups about the night and life in general, normal shit. Much to my amazement I was about to start another fucking experience that I didn't see coming, not in the least bit. I have heard of people bringing back their rolls with vicks, light shows and messages. Not that uncommon right. Well I would have to say from my personal view of this night that I brought back my FRY!!! I don't know how better to explain this cause the most ironic part of this story is that I have smoked on a few other occasions and have actually been disappointed by me experiences with buds, never been stoned off my ass laughing at cheech and chong.
I would say that the trip I had on this night was as intense if not more so then the one I had only a week before. I was facing the beach and watching the waves crash in as I first felt it come on. At first I told myself that it was just good buds. Ten minutes later when my friend was fucking around with his lights and his face was changing into all conceivable colors I got a wee bit suspicious. But I would say that the point that I was convinced that this was a fry relapse would be when Obi-wan got a smaller like ¾ scale and then slowly but surely morphed into what can only be described as the cat from Alice in Wonderland, oh yeah he was wearing a bow tie if that helps you visualize at all. I look to Obi-wan and try to explain to him that im fucked up again. When he asks me how fucked I was I inform him that its as if im in the hotel again. Guess he didn't believe me cause it wasn't until he started to see my eyes and grin and thought that I was talking to him again, you know with the eyes, that he kinda figured it out. Now, I had given Obi-wan the bad trip, time to pay back the favor. YEAH.
The difference between this night and the one before is that I didn't have the feeling of control like I did at the hotel. I felt safe in the hotel, I wasn't gonna run into anyone I didn't want to see and I also had the day off. The fubar part about this night would be that im out in the open, I drove my car with all these people in it, oh and if you want icing on your cake I start work in eight hours, at this point I don't see much sleep in my future. Now I can work after rolling and on very little sleep but seeing as im so fucked up I begin to fear that I might not make it to work soon (that would mean calling in sick, which really wasn't a realistic option). So what is a cracked out guy gona do, trip hard and worry about it tomorrow. See I had thought that I could bring myself out of anything if I had to, and for sure I though I could get out of this, right, it was just buds.
Well I couldn't, im all stressed now cause everyone looks like their scared of me, (I later found out that only Obi-wan was scared) the rest was me fucking with myself, guess I had convinced myself that everyone thought I was loosing it but I guess Obi-wan was the only one who truly knew what I was going through. I would have to say that seeing the pictures of myself did not help this situation much because I could picture how I looked at this point. About forty five minutes down the road everyone's in car and im outside all alone, the most empty alone feeling I have ever had, on top of this I have this thought creeping up from the back of my head that their in the car talking about me and if im going crazy (once again only Obi-wan, lol).
How could this get any more fucked up then it already is you ask? well you did didn't you, well start thinking about the Jack in the Box woman, cause that's what I did. Do I look like her right now (in reality I was no where near that bad, but at this point who's dealing in reality?) so somehow I figure it would be a good idea to go ask my friends. "Hey im not all cracked out like that junkie at JnB am I?" What a loaded question, who was gona say yes, right. Well no one said yes but I didn't hear an answer at all (later to find out that Obi-wan said I did not look like that) some how I blocked it out. Well you can only imagine the images that brought up in my head. I could visualize myself on the floor of a JnB with a Jumbo Jack and a mean twitch. I had to go for a walk for a bit cause this was too much to handle.
The thoughts in my head were as clear as day at this point, every thought was well formed and I understood sentences as I spoke them, but the second sound came out of my mouth it was slowed, dumbed down, and creepy. What is there to do when you brain is thinking straight but its not sounding right, well just tell them, I can think straight but it just comes out fucked up, really im ok (with a slight stutter if I remember right) Realizing that they weren't buying my story, I thought to myself, "do I even buy it, I cant even talk right." Obi-wan, can you drive us home cause I don't think I can do it. I know I can't do it. His answer to me was yeah, are you sure you can drive ok, I asked. Knowing where I was he lied and said yes, turns out he's over there tripping damn hard himself, while not on the same level as me he's in no position to operate heavy machinery, ie: my car.
Nonetheless, we all got home safe. It was only later that Obi-wan told me how freaked out he was again by my intense trip. And he still had the skills to drive us home, what a Jedi Master. I do thank you again for getting us all home safe, and how safe home was I had mostly finished my trip by the time we got home but there was one thing I wanted to do when tripping hard and I wasn't able to do it on new years eve. Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon, hey I don't know when im gona trip like this again. So I mention to Obi-wan how that was the only thing I regretted not doing. Go do it he said, go out to your car and listen to it. I mean I didn't have my copy of Wizard of Oz but beggars cant be choosers right. Well I can only imagine what it sounds like when your at the peak of a trip but I was pleasantly surprised my Mr. Pink's music.
Well believe it or not Ripley that's the end of my story for now. I have typed nearly ten pages and all of it my thoughts, feelings, and experiences. Please don't reply to this post telling me how bad drugs are or how you shouldn't drive after rolling, just take this for what it is. What happened and don't be a Monday morning quarterback telling all that we did wrong. Rather, reply with your or your friends experiences, good, bad, BOTH. What did this post mean to you. I mean you didn't just read ten pages of my thoughts to click the back button and go on to the next post.
But hey maybe im just some cracked out kid who just wasted eight hours writing this shit, guess ill know by your replies.
Yours truly,
YODA
If you want to see what the light shows look like go to www.eyecandie.bizland.com and click the link to "Photon Magic" in the middle of the page, you wont be disappointed.
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