GoddessLSD-XTC
Bluelighter
Found a 10-strip of White Blotter at a festival, end of August. (Yes, really found it in a tiny plastic bag on the ground.) Been wanting to try it. On the spur of the moment I went to the ocean, 400-miles away to get some sun & exercise before it gets too cold and the days too short.
On the way up there I looked at a vacant lot the City of Eloy told me to clean up. That disgusted me that someone dumped the junk on my lot. That thought kinda set the mood for the rest of the trip.
Got to the beach late afternoon, played frisbee with two women I knew from flickr . . . met them there before. That was fun! When I got back to the car I almost drank a full bottle of $6 wine. Felt kinda sick the next morning but figured it would ware off. My bones were aching from the exercise playing frisbee.
Next day I thought would be fun too but it wasn't. Got up as it was starting to get light out. I was sleeping in the minivan in a nice, quiet neighborhood street. I've done this many times before with no problem.
Went to get coffee and newspapers at the 7-11 and drove to the beach to read in the car. As usual, I'd be ready for the day around 11 am.
Cut off about 2/3rds of one blotter and ate it on an empty stomach (I was trying to lose weight), just before leaving.
Had about 3-ounces of the cheap wine in the backpack left over from the night before, some good pot, water, everything for the day.
Takes about an hour to walk down to the nude beach from where I parked. Never really felt the 'cid but felt weird. Decided to smoke a joint.
Recently, smoking pot has made me very anxious, like a panic attack.
No one was at the vollyball place, which was a bummer 'cause they would keep the perverts at bay. Fortunately, a decent man decided to stay near me.
I began feeling nervous. Weird thoughts. Thinking about food made me sick. When I closed my eyes, I saw the devil & fire of hell. Figured I'd get up and take some pictures by the surf. When I got back, I smiled at the man but got a weird vibe. Maybe he thought I was coming on to him (or that there was something wrong with me) so he left.
Another nice man came over after he saw I was into photography. I shoulda hooked up with him so no one would bother me but I wasn't feeling good. I knew if I was going to be myself & not phony, I'd halfta tell him how badly I was feeling: anxiety, paranoia, tension, sick, hungry, cold & NOT into sex.
A coupla perves walked by me naked. They will usually be fondling themselves or try to make small talk. I wasn't in the mood.
After about an hour before sunset, I made my way back. I ran into two of the perves on the way back but literally ran to avoid them. One guy might-have been okay but I have problems.
When I got back to where my car was, I danced in the surf dodging the waves smoking the rest of the joint. I was worried one of the guys followed me back.
It took forever to get settled into the car. Extremely paranoid & kinda mad. I lent a gun to a friend that I usually keep in the back of the minivan & forgot to bring another. I thought, "what kinda friend do I have that needs to borrow a gun"?!
All day long I felt like I was dying and needed to detoxify. There were so many pretty, healthy women jogging on the beach. I used to be that healthy & would jog 6-miles on that beach & go for a swim in the biggest waves. Made me feel so bad.
In the car I was all tense & cold. I changed into sweat pants a thermal top, thick socks & a jacket including a blanket for my feet. Still cold. I turned on the heater. Still cold & nervous. I figured I better go back to the neighborhood & try and sleep.
When I got there, I could see a woman in a room across the street. I kept thinking someone walking their dog was gonna look in my car & tell me to leave. I took a T-3 to try & calm down . . . left the Valium at home thinking I wouldn't need it. Got in bed but was still cold, nervous, my heart acting funny, bones aching.
At this point, I thought I'd call a friend. I was too scared to try and drive back home. There are two Homeland Security check-points. One time they sent the dog through my car but the dog didn't find the pot or if it did (the dog seemed to be pointing at it and laying down), the guy let me go after giving me a BIG scare, threatening to take my car.
Didn't want to stay in a creepy hotel.
I decided to go home. Drove 400-miles home, arrived at 3am and went right to bed. Felt so good to get into my own bed.
On second thought, I should-have gone to a night-spot, gotten something good to eat & maybe meet some nice ppl.
Tagged by Xorkoth
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On the way up there I looked at a vacant lot the City of Eloy told me to clean up. That disgusted me that someone dumped the junk on my lot. That thought kinda set the mood for the rest of the trip.
Got to the beach late afternoon, played frisbee with two women I knew from flickr . . . met them there before. That was fun! When I got back to the car I almost drank a full bottle of $6 wine. Felt kinda sick the next morning but figured it would ware off. My bones were aching from the exercise playing frisbee.
Next day I thought would be fun too but it wasn't. Got up as it was starting to get light out. I was sleeping in the minivan in a nice, quiet neighborhood street. I've done this many times before with no problem.
Went to get coffee and newspapers at the 7-11 and drove to the beach to read in the car. As usual, I'd be ready for the day around 11 am.
Cut off about 2/3rds of one blotter and ate it on an empty stomach (I was trying to lose weight), just before leaving.
Had about 3-ounces of the cheap wine in the backpack left over from the night before, some good pot, water, everything for the day.
Takes about an hour to walk down to the nude beach from where I parked. Never really felt the 'cid but felt weird. Decided to smoke a joint.
Recently, smoking pot has made me very anxious, like a panic attack.
No one was at the vollyball place, which was a bummer 'cause they would keep the perverts at bay. Fortunately, a decent man decided to stay near me.
I began feeling nervous. Weird thoughts. Thinking about food made me sick. When I closed my eyes, I saw the devil & fire of hell. Figured I'd get up and take some pictures by the surf. When I got back, I smiled at the man but got a weird vibe. Maybe he thought I was coming on to him (or that there was something wrong with me) so he left.
Another nice man came over after he saw I was into photography. I shoulda hooked up with him so no one would bother me but I wasn't feeling good. I knew if I was going to be myself & not phony, I'd halfta tell him how badly I was feeling: anxiety, paranoia, tension, sick, hungry, cold & NOT into sex.
A coupla perves walked by me naked. They will usually be fondling themselves or try to make small talk. I wasn't in the mood.
After about an hour before sunset, I made my way back. I ran into two of the perves on the way back but literally ran to avoid them. One guy might-have been okay but I have problems.
When I got back to where my car was, I danced in the surf dodging the waves smoking the rest of the joint. I was worried one of the guys followed me back.
It took forever to get settled into the car. Extremely paranoid & kinda mad. I lent a gun to a friend that I usually keep in the back of the minivan & forgot to bring another. I thought, "what kinda friend do I have that needs to borrow a gun"?!
All day long I felt like I was dying and needed to detoxify. There were so many pretty, healthy women jogging on the beach. I used to be that healthy & would jog 6-miles on that beach & go for a swim in the biggest waves. Made me feel so bad.
In the car I was all tense & cold. I changed into sweat pants a thermal top, thick socks & a jacket including a blanket for my feet. Still cold. I turned on the heater. Still cold & nervous. I figured I better go back to the neighborhood & try and sleep.
When I got there, I could see a woman in a room across the street. I kept thinking someone walking their dog was gonna look in my car & tell me to leave. I took a T-3 to try & calm down . . . left the Valium at home thinking I wouldn't need it. Got in bed but was still cold, nervous, my heart acting funny, bones aching.
At this point, I thought I'd call a friend. I was too scared to try and drive back home. There are two Homeland Security check-points. One time they sent the dog through my car but the dog didn't find the pot or if it did (the dog seemed to be pointing at it and laying down), the guy let me go after giving me a BIG scare, threatening to take my car.
Didn't want to stay in a creepy hotel.
I decided to go home. Drove 400-miles home, arrived at 3am and went right to bed. Felt so good to get into my own bed.
On second thought, I should-have gone to a night-spot, gotten something good to eat & maybe meet some nice ppl.
Tagged by Xorkoth
substancecode_lsd
substancecode_lysergamides
substancecode_marijuana
substancecode_cannabis
_combo_
explevel_experienced
exptype_negative
exptype_difficult
roacode_sublingual
roacode_smoked
roacode_inhaled
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