All doses were in tab form, and taken sublingually and held for a good 2-3 minutes. I’ll post a picture in my gallery of the tab; it will be poor quality as a camera phone. The design on the whole sheet is of a sitting Buddha. This was my second time with LSD, the first time whilst, you could feel the effects, was nothing to write home about! I’ve taken 2CB, Mushrooms, and Ketamine before just to gauge where my levels of experience with psychedelics lie.
Anyway, on to the interesting stuff… A friend of mine has had an empty house for the past week, so we thought we might as well put it to good use. Whilst doing a scouring the neighbourhood, well ok a few of them, for anything to make the night go with a bang we had the pleasure of finding 11 tabs of acid. 3 of my friends arrived earlier at the house than I did so dropped 2 tabs each at about 1:00pm. I arrived at about 3:20ish or so and dropped 2 as well.
By the time I had gotten to the house they were pretty messed up, by this stage they hadn’t really had any impressive visuals, but they said the experience was of an intense other worldly feeling. They were also chatting random crap and had a typical stupid grin on their faces. What was most amusing to me, as by this time I wasn’t up, and the 2 other friends who opted out was the fact that they couldn’t really maintain any form of conversation, when they spoke their words ran into one another and their general command of the English language was terrible, considering 2 of the 3 had studied English at A-Level.
By this stage they all decided to drop the remaining 3 tabs of acid, probably about 3:40pm, and leave me with the bag to lick –god knows why I did it-, by this stage I had started to feel the effects quite noticeably and had a fit of the giggles. After they had taken the 3 remaining tabs I took the bag and ripped it open. And just stuck it under my tongue, upon doing this 2 of my friends both complained and could almost feel themselves choking on the bag, this was after commenting on how the grass was both purple and breathing.
By 4:20 I was well under the effects of the acid, we sat out in the garden in the sun for a while on a few deck chairs, with all 6 of us present, smoking a few fags, having a few beers, and listening to some music, all chatting shit. Whilst 5 of us stayed lounging in the sun my other friend wondered off into the house upstairs.
10 possibly 20 minutes past and we were greeted by my friend, who had gone upstairs, talking out of the window to us asking who painted this awesome painting on the wall in the guest bedroom. Except it didn’t really come out like that, and no one had a clue what he was on about. So he shuts the window, draws the curtains, by this time we are all just thinking “what the fuck?” whilst I was having fits of giggles again. He then opens the curtains and the window again, about as quickly as he opened them and just says, “I’ll try that again”, and this time everything made sense. It turned out the picture was painted by my friend’s sister when she was about 3 and just amounted to splats of paint on the paper. Another of my friends wonders off to see the painting and admire it in all its glory. Once again the window is shut and the curtains drawn.
Anyway those of us who really didn’t care for fine art sat in the garden still and admired the sun. Both of my friends upstairs rejoin us down in the garden, one gets out the cushions for the wooden sun lounger, probably the best thing –other than the acid- done so far, So there we sit and chat more crap until its probably reached about 5:30ish. I then stole the sun lounger, in fact this was probably an even better move, and sat there basking in the sun, that by this stage felt so intense –although it wasn’t really that hot-, and staring at the clouds.
It is by this time I realise just how fucked I am. Not only did the clouds seem to move across the sky in pulses, they also appeared to be moving down towards me. At this point I let this fact be known to everyone and someone promptly joined me on the sun lounger, and there we sat for what was probably about 20 minutes just completely consumed by the sky and the clouds whilst the others, bar 1 of my friends -who had disappeared upstairs once more- talked around us. My friend and I just lay there picking out shapes in the clouds and commenting on how there was a cloud war going on between the dark and light clouds. By this stage my vision was so rippled, and I really do me crazy, if I focused on anything –even people- for more than about 30 seconds –probably less-, they appeared to ripple in time with the music. This just seemed so natural to me at this time and I put it down to the wind that was doing it to them. The most intense was the rippling on the side of the house. The house appeared to not only ripple but breath, but not the house as a whole, every brick and window I looked at was doing this.
We were once again graced by the presence of our friend who had wondered back down to rejoin us. This time he brought with him a guitar, which he clung to as though it were his child. Whilst he had the guitar he probably played from about 30 seconds at most before declaring that he needed to go sit in the Wendy house with the guitar, this is by the way –for those who have read it- the same person who climbed into the wardrobe whilst on 2CB, so after what sounded like great difficulty he eventually got in, after a few bangs and crashes, and sit in the house for about 5 minutes, if that. He then climbed out, with about as much effort as it took to get in –if not more-, and declared that the guitar wasn’t working, because it wasn’t plugged into the amp, which was rather obvious seen as the amp was upstairs and out of harms way for the moment.
It’s probably about 6:20ish or so by now, I remember two people ordering food at around about this time, and the guitar is mercilessly wrestled out of my friends grasp and put away up stairs. It is at this point I decided I needed to go to the toilet, until this point I had not actually tried walk whilst this messed up, well I’ll tell you now it was a bad idea. I sloped inside and lent myself against the wall. My leg was shaking, and the toilet was rippling all over the place, it was just o’so hard to hit the damn thing –to be honest I didn’t really care, I had shoes on-, I went back outside for some more smoking and cloud watching.
Bythis point a garden chair had been brought inside, and another one of our friends had arrived, and my friend was complaining that he needed help to clean the carpet as blotches of rust and mud kept turning up everywhere, he was of course on acid –although there really was rust and mud in the carpet-, which just set me off laughing again, as I just got this mental picture of trying to clean a carpet that was forever just getting dirtier. It did however take forever to find out what was wrong with the carpet, as my friend kept making little sense, when I finally did find out what had happened I made light of it and said it was no big deal –which to be honest really isn’t that bad compared to some of the accidents that have occurred with this group of friends- to this one of my friends, who was tripping, said “how would you like it?”, and I was just like “It’s cool it can be cleaned” to which the reply was “No man, I mean if you were the carpet, having a nice carpety day, not doing much just being a carpet, and you have a load of must and rud trodden into your lovely fibres”, by this stage his argument seemed fair enough.
Time ticked by as it does and someone, the “must and rud” person, was lying next to me on the sun lounger whilst having their wallet looked through by someone else. At this stage a Pakistani Rupee was held up and my friend was asked what it was. Neither of us could remember, as he is half Pakistani and I have lived around the Middle East and the south Asia for a lot of my life, we could both clearly see the note in our minds but what it was called eluded us. We finally got the wallet back, and each and every time we went to look at the note we would be interrupted. First I had to find, and of course light, my cigarettes, then the doorbell went, and we just had to know who was there –it was the dominos pizza guy-, then I lost something, what I don’t know but I was convinced I had lost it, then whilst I went looking for it someone stole my spot on the sun lounger. I finally got that spot back, opened his wallet, only to think he had lost the note. Fortunately he hadn’t it was just well hidden in the wallet. I was rather unimpressed when we looked at it and found out it was indeed a rupee, as it had just taken so damn long. We then sat there and he looks at the note and just says Jinnah – a quick history lessons for those who don’t know he was the founder of Pakistan and appears on the notes- and bar code, pointing to the serial number on the note. He then said “Man, I’d never have thought I’d see that, Jinnah and a bar code, I don’t think he’d approve” to which I just nodded, and mentioned something about Ché Guevara, God knows why, although I don’t think anyone else really heard me.
Everything here becomes a bit hazy, I went to the toilet again, some more of our friends arrive, and the garden gets set on fire –now you see what I mean about the mud and rust- all this time I am just sat there chatting crap with a fire blazing behind me and to be honest I didn’t really care. 2 of my other friends, on the acid, had gone upstairs before these people arrived so knew nothing about them being here and re-emerged from upstairs, with more people here than when they had left, and the garden on fire. They walked up to me and started talking to me about how mad they just went. Whilst one of them was sat playing guitar the other sat there watching and every so often he would close his eye, and every so often when he opened them he would see a werewolf playing the guitar, crazy stuff like this always happens to these two.
Anyway more time passed, probably about 9:00 now. The fire was out, and I was still there in the sun lounger, I really didn’t move too much. A couple more of our friends arrived and joined us outside. By this stage I was reasonably paranoid about my friend running around with my coat on, as he has little to no respect for people’s belongings –not out of spite I must add, just things always happen- and it did. He managed to get my jacket “eaten by the chair”; it was of course a folding chair, and instead of take the thing off he just left the jacket on a dragged the chair inside. I ran inside and grabbed by jacket off him and tried to pull my jacket out of the chair, but to no avail. “Look you got it eaten by the chair so just help me” is what I said to my friend, and he just said “Man you need to just ask for the chairs help” and like just repeatedly said release to the chair, as if it were a dog that had been bad.
I and four other friends left the house at this stage, 3 of us were tripping, to go find some shops to buy stuff from; I didn’t really know what we were going to buy but I thought I might as well go along. It was a pretty uneventful walk, other than someone getting lost, and all the shops were shut, so it was a waste of a good hour and a half. By the time we got back to the house some people had gone to Tescos, which was open 24hr’s, and some had gone home. Anyway we wondered upstairs and watched my friend pretend to play the keyboard. Which was rather impressive I must add. The others who had gone to Tescos were now back, and wondered where we had gone, and we once again sat outside in the garden, it was still quite warm and this was about 10:45-10:50.
The visuals were still quite strong and all though not as impressive as before the rippling of the building was still quite intense. We sat outside listening to some music again just chatting and stuff. Two of our friends then returned from Tescos, they had left right after everyone was back at the house at about 10:50, with pants and sushi. By about 11:30-11:45 two more people wondered off home and we sat talking for a bit longer in the kitchen. Eventually everyone sort of got into the dancing spirit and I put some Faithless and some other random dance music on, quite cheesy stuff –other than Faithless and Prodigy of course- and everyone danced for what has probably a good hour or so.
It was now about 1 in the morning and the acid was starting to trail off, although visuals still remained, and the affinity I felt with music was just so nice. However this is where the arguments sort of started. Some people wanted to sleep, some people just wanted some chill out on whilst others just wanted to listen to rock. Anyway people, who could, eventually drifted off to sleep whilst those of us who had taken the acid couldn’t really, which wasn’t too surprising. We stuck Apocalypse now on about 3 or so in the morning and got bored of that by about 3:30 so turned it all off. I sat up for a bit longer and probably got to bed around 5 or so in the morning.
I was so impressed at both the length and the power of the visuals during this trip. Whilst the feeling was somewhat more subtle than the feeling that the 2CB gave me it was still a thoroughly enjoyable experience. This was undoubtedly enhanced by the fact that we were able to sit outside for so long, as the weather was so nice. In hindsight it probably would have been more preferable to take the acid a bit earlier on so I could actually get to sleep as today I feel quite drained, which is to be expected. Overall worth every penny.
Once again another long one, this really does reflect the length of the trip, but thanks for sticking with it if you did.
Anyway, on to the interesting stuff… A friend of mine has had an empty house for the past week, so we thought we might as well put it to good use. Whilst doing a scouring the neighbourhood, well ok a few of them, for anything to make the night go with a bang we had the pleasure of finding 11 tabs of acid. 3 of my friends arrived earlier at the house than I did so dropped 2 tabs each at about 1:00pm. I arrived at about 3:20ish or so and dropped 2 as well.
By the time I had gotten to the house they were pretty messed up, by this stage they hadn’t really had any impressive visuals, but they said the experience was of an intense other worldly feeling. They were also chatting random crap and had a typical stupid grin on their faces. What was most amusing to me, as by this time I wasn’t up, and the 2 other friends who opted out was the fact that they couldn’t really maintain any form of conversation, when they spoke their words ran into one another and their general command of the English language was terrible, considering 2 of the 3 had studied English at A-Level.
By this stage they all decided to drop the remaining 3 tabs of acid, probably about 3:40pm, and leave me with the bag to lick –god knows why I did it-, by this stage I had started to feel the effects quite noticeably and had a fit of the giggles. After they had taken the 3 remaining tabs I took the bag and ripped it open. And just stuck it under my tongue, upon doing this 2 of my friends both complained and could almost feel themselves choking on the bag, this was after commenting on how the grass was both purple and breathing.
By 4:20 I was well under the effects of the acid, we sat out in the garden in the sun for a while on a few deck chairs, with all 6 of us present, smoking a few fags, having a few beers, and listening to some music, all chatting shit. Whilst 5 of us stayed lounging in the sun my other friend wondered off into the house upstairs.
10 possibly 20 minutes past and we were greeted by my friend, who had gone upstairs, talking out of the window to us asking who painted this awesome painting on the wall in the guest bedroom. Except it didn’t really come out like that, and no one had a clue what he was on about. So he shuts the window, draws the curtains, by this time we are all just thinking “what the fuck?” whilst I was having fits of giggles again. He then opens the curtains and the window again, about as quickly as he opened them and just says, “I’ll try that again”, and this time everything made sense. It turned out the picture was painted by my friend’s sister when she was about 3 and just amounted to splats of paint on the paper. Another of my friends wonders off to see the painting and admire it in all its glory. Once again the window is shut and the curtains drawn.
Anyway those of us who really didn’t care for fine art sat in the garden still and admired the sun. Both of my friends upstairs rejoin us down in the garden, one gets out the cushions for the wooden sun lounger, probably the best thing –other than the acid- done so far, So there we sit and chat more crap until its probably reached about 5:30ish. I then stole the sun lounger, in fact this was probably an even better move, and sat there basking in the sun, that by this stage felt so intense –although it wasn’t really that hot-, and staring at the clouds.
It is by this time I realise just how fucked I am. Not only did the clouds seem to move across the sky in pulses, they also appeared to be moving down towards me. At this point I let this fact be known to everyone and someone promptly joined me on the sun lounger, and there we sat for what was probably about 20 minutes just completely consumed by the sky and the clouds whilst the others, bar 1 of my friends -who had disappeared upstairs once more- talked around us. My friend and I just lay there picking out shapes in the clouds and commenting on how there was a cloud war going on between the dark and light clouds. By this stage my vision was so rippled, and I really do me crazy, if I focused on anything –even people- for more than about 30 seconds –probably less-, they appeared to ripple in time with the music. This just seemed so natural to me at this time and I put it down to the wind that was doing it to them. The most intense was the rippling on the side of the house. The house appeared to not only ripple but breath, but not the house as a whole, every brick and window I looked at was doing this.
We were once again graced by the presence of our friend who had wondered back down to rejoin us. This time he brought with him a guitar, which he clung to as though it were his child. Whilst he had the guitar he probably played from about 30 seconds at most before declaring that he needed to go sit in the Wendy house with the guitar, this is by the way –for those who have read it- the same person who climbed into the wardrobe whilst on 2CB, so after what sounded like great difficulty he eventually got in, after a few bangs and crashes, and sit in the house for about 5 minutes, if that. He then climbed out, with about as much effort as it took to get in –if not more-, and declared that the guitar wasn’t working, because it wasn’t plugged into the amp, which was rather obvious seen as the amp was upstairs and out of harms way for the moment.
It’s probably about 6:20ish or so by now, I remember two people ordering food at around about this time, and the guitar is mercilessly wrestled out of my friends grasp and put away up stairs. It is at this point I decided I needed to go to the toilet, until this point I had not actually tried walk whilst this messed up, well I’ll tell you now it was a bad idea. I sloped inside and lent myself against the wall. My leg was shaking, and the toilet was rippling all over the place, it was just o’so hard to hit the damn thing –to be honest I didn’t really care, I had shoes on-, I went back outside for some more smoking and cloud watching.
Bythis point a garden chair had been brought inside, and another one of our friends had arrived, and my friend was complaining that he needed help to clean the carpet as blotches of rust and mud kept turning up everywhere, he was of course on acid –although there really was rust and mud in the carpet-, which just set me off laughing again, as I just got this mental picture of trying to clean a carpet that was forever just getting dirtier. It did however take forever to find out what was wrong with the carpet, as my friend kept making little sense, when I finally did find out what had happened I made light of it and said it was no big deal –which to be honest really isn’t that bad compared to some of the accidents that have occurred with this group of friends- to this one of my friends, who was tripping, said “how would you like it?”, and I was just like “It’s cool it can be cleaned” to which the reply was “No man, I mean if you were the carpet, having a nice carpety day, not doing much just being a carpet, and you have a load of must and rud trodden into your lovely fibres”, by this stage his argument seemed fair enough.
Time ticked by as it does and someone, the “must and rud” person, was lying next to me on the sun lounger whilst having their wallet looked through by someone else. At this stage a Pakistani Rupee was held up and my friend was asked what it was. Neither of us could remember, as he is half Pakistani and I have lived around the Middle East and the south Asia for a lot of my life, we could both clearly see the note in our minds but what it was called eluded us. We finally got the wallet back, and each and every time we went to look at the note we would be interrupted. First I had to find, and of course light, my cigarettes, then the doorbell went, and we just had to know who was there –it was the dominos pizza guy-, then I lost something, what I don’t know but I was convinced I had lost it, then whilst I went looking for it someone stole my spot on the sun lounger. I finally got that spot back, opened his wallet, only to think he had lost the note. Fortunately he hadn’t it was just well hidden in the wallet. I was rather unimpressed when we looked at it and found out it was indeed a rupee, as it had just taken so damn long. We then sat there and he looks at the note and just says Jinnah – a quick history lessons for those who don’t know he was the founder of Pakistan and appears on the notes- and bar code, pointing to the serial number on the note. He then said “Man, I’d never have thought I’d see that, Jinnah and a bar code, I don’t think he’d approve” to which I just nodded, and mentioned something about Ché Guevara, God knows why, although I don’t think anyone else really heard me.
Everything here becomes a bit hazy, I went to the toilet again, some more of our friends arrive, and the garden gets set on fire –now you see what I mean about the mud and rust- all this time I am just sat there chatting crap with a fire blazing behind me and to be honest I didn’t really care. 2 of my other friends, on the acid, had gone upstairs before these people arrived so knew nothing about them being here and re-emerged from upstairs, with more people here than when they had left, and the garden on fire. They walked up to me and started talking to me about how mad they just went. Whilst one of them was sat playing guitar the other sat there watching and every so often he would close his eye, and every so often when he opened them he would see a werewolf playing the guitar, crazy stuff like this always happens to these two.
Anyway more time passed, probably about 9:00 now. The fire was out, and I was still there in the sun lounger, I really didn’t move too much. A couple more of our friends arrived and joined us outside. By this stage I was reasonably paranoid about my friend running around with my coat on, as he has little to no respect for people’s belongings –not out of spite I must add, just things always happen- and it did. He managed to get my jacket “eaten by the chair”; it was of course a folding chair, and instead of take the thing off he just left the jacket on a dragged the chair inside. I ran inside and grabbed by jacket off him and tried to pull my jacket out of the chair, but to no avail. “Look you got it eaten by the chair so just help me” is what I said to my friend, and he just said “Man you need to just ask for the chairs help” and like just repeatedly said release to the chair, as if it were a dog that had been bad.
I and four other friends left the house at this stage, 3 of us were tripping, to go find some shops to buy stuff from; I didn’t really know what we were going to buy but I thought I might as well go along. It was a pretty uneventful walk, other than someone getting lost, and all the shops were shut, so it was a waste of a good hour and a half. By the time we got back to the house some people had gone to Tescos, which was open 24hr’s, and some had gone home. Anyway we wondered upstairs and watched my friend pretend to play the keyboard. Which was rather impressive I must add. The others who had gone to Tescos were now back, and wondered where we had gone, and we once again sat outside in the garden, it was still quite warm and this was about 10:45-10:50.
The visuals were still quite strong and all though not as impressive as before the rippling of the building was still quite intense. We sat outside listening to some music again just chatting and stuff. Two of our friends then returned from Tescos, they had left right after everyone was back at the house at about 10:50, with pants and sushi. By about 11:30-11:45 two more people wondered off home and we sat talking for a bit longer in the kitchen. Eventually everyone sort of got into the dancing spirit and I put some Faithless and some other random dance music on, quite cheesy stuff –other than Faithless and Prodigy of course- and everyone danced for what has probably a good hour or so.
It was now about 1 in the morning and the acid was starting to trail off, although visuals still remained, and the affinity I felt with music was just so nice. However this is where the arguments sort of started. Some people wanted to sleep, some people just wanted some chill out on whilst others just wanted to listen to rock. Anyway people, who could, eventually drifted off to sleep whilst those of us who had taken the acid couldn’t really, which wasn’t too surprising. We stuck Apocalypse now on about 3 or so in the morning and got bored of that by about 3:30 so turned it all off. I sat up for a bit longer and probably got to bed around 5 or so in the morning.
I was so impressed at both the length and the power of the visuals during this trip. Whilst the feeling was somewhat more subtle than the feeling that the 2CB gave me it was still a thoroughly enjoyable experience. This was undoubtedly enhanced by the fact that we were able to sit outside for so long, as the weather was so nice. In hindsight it probably would have been more preferable to take the acid a bit earlier on so I could actually get to sleep as today I feel quite drained, which is to be expected. Overall worth every penny.
Once again another long one, this really does reflect the length of the trip, but thanks for sticking with it if you did.
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