What an evening! My first experience with acid for a long, long time and we'd got hold of some hoffman millennium, the real deal! Half was enough apparently, but I decided to take a whole blotter. In fact, thanks to the ineptitude of my tripping partner, the whole event almost didn't happen, which was to set the theme for the entire evening. It worked, but by a miracle! When you tell someone to meet you in a layby at a certain time and to have their phone switched on, and you know they've already found the right layby because you just phoned them, then it's reasonable to expect them to be in the right place at more or less the right time, with their phone switched on! Just as I was on the point of heading back home bitterly disappointed, we met by chance and escaped into the countryside where we were to meet another friend who wasn't taking part but had agreed to come along for the evening. This was to add an incredibly unreal aspect to the evening but to protect other people's privacy, I won't go into details 
Anyway, right at the edge of the time I'd deemed as acceptable to start the trip, we managed to get underway. Acid has a longer onset to shrooms and while waiting for the effects to start, we indulged in a little coke and I had a few dihydrocodeine tablets. Before long, we were gibbering wrecks, hardly able to stand as the very substance we were standing on seemed to have become spongy and fluid. Taking a walk outside, we staggered around like drunks, giggling and hoping security didn't come and investigate. Our friend would have attracted even more attention than us, so there wasn't much point in asking him to investigate the people and the noise coming from nearby. The layers and the trails coming off everything, for me were amazing. Staring at the shore, I wasn't sure if I could hear people bathing in the sea, whether a light on the horizon was a plane coming in to land, a ferry or an oil rig.
Back indoors, I fancied some coffee but neither of us could look as our friend precariously seemed to be balancing boiling water, electricity, cups and himself in a step-away-from-disaster scenario. I began to wish I'd made the effort to make my own coffee - however, eventually it appeared, amid concerned questions about whether it was too strong, too hot or needed sugar (which we didn't have)! It was too much, and I just couldn't get my words out as hilarity and fast moving, 3 dimensional thoughts kept moving on too fast for my brain to form words. However, this guy produced for me, two magical moments, the sort of perfection in a trip where you just want to capture that instant and bottle it! The first was to produce from the fridge an apple - a small act you would think, but this apple was stupendous! It was exactly what I was wanting at exactly the right time, and it fitted the time, the moment, my ideas and my practical desires. It was brilliant!
The second was a moment of such incredulity that I couldn't begin to express it. Here we were, sitting with plentiful supplies of something so highly prized most people would die for it. And we offered it to our friend on a plate, free - and he just turned round politely and said "no thanks". I was completely gobsmacked!
I drew trees to music, creating branches in the air as though I was designing something in MSPaint. The trails and the matter that seem to absorb emptiness at times like this gave my tree substance, and it sparkled like a christmas tree, no doubt helped by the shiny nail polish I'd been painting on my nails. Trying to get across the point that everything stemmed from - well, one point, it was frustrating not being able to describe what was going on in my head. Although my tripping partner was on the same wavelength even he found it difficult to necessarily follow the path I was leading him down in my thoughts.
A little later, we took a walk outside to admire in particular, one of the cars parked nearby. And there we were lulled into another near disaster scenario. We watched another car unpack what seemed to be shopping bags etc and assumed it was still a reasonable time of night for people to be arriving for the weekend. Little did we realise how late it was! And in fact the multitude of shopping bags was only one handbag - a couple coming in from a late night out. I'd booked a taxi for 1.30 am, knowing I'd be well tripping when it came but that was OK. I wasn't going to have to drive anywhere, I wasn't at work the next day and I could give a very convincing performance of someone arriving home slightly tipsy from a party. Slightly tipsy as the following photograph shows, downright wrecked would be a better description!
http://www.yousendit.com/download/T2dlb3BDSWU1UjQwTVE9PQ Edit Yousendit link has now expired
Back inside, we continued our jumbled conversation and happy meanderings. Casually, my tripping partner asked how far into the trip we were, and got his watch out to see how many hours had passed. Then it was like, "******* hell! The taxi's almost due!" Suddenly thrown back into a world where time mattered, I raced to gather things up and meet my taxi. I felt like a verse from the song, Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds:
"Newspaper taxis appear on the shore, waiting to take you away ... climb in the back with your head in the clouds and you're gone ...."
Somehow managing to make semi sensible conversation with the taxi driver about suddenly mundane things, I arrived home. Wide awake, giggly and still in my trippy world for a long, long time, it just about summed up the entire evening. It worked - but by complete and utter chance and coincidence. One step away from disaster. It was an incredible evening.
Anyway, right at the edge of the time I'd deemed as acceptable to start the trip, we managed to get underway. Acid has a longer onset to shrooms and while waiting for the effects to start, we indulged in a little coke and I had a few dihydrocodeine tablets. Before long, we were gibbering wrecks, hardly able to stand as the very substance we were standing on seemed to have become spongy and fluid. Taking a walk outside, we staggered around like drunks, giggling and hoping security didn't come and investigate. Our friend would have attracted even more attention than us, so there wasn't much point in asking him to investigate the people and the noise coming from nearby. The layers and the trails coming off everything, for me were amazing. Staring at the shore, I wasn't sure if I could hear people bathing in the sea, whether a light on the horizon was a plane coming in to land, a ferry or an oil rig.
Back indoors, I fancied some coffee but neither of us could look as our friend precariously seemed to be balancing boiling water, electricity, cups and himself in a step-away-from-disaster scenario. I began to wish I'd made the effort to make my own coffee - however, eventually it appeared, amid concerned questions about whether it was too strong, too hot or needed sugar (which we didn't have)! It was too much, and I just couldn't get my words out as hilarity and fast moving, 3 dimensional thoughts kept moving on too fast for my brain to form words. However, this guy produced for me, two magical moments, the sort of perfection in a trip where you just want to capture that instant and bottle it! The first was to produce from the fridge an apple - a small act you would think, but this apple was stupendous! It was exactly what I was wanting at exactly the right time, and it fitted the time, the moment, my ideas and my practical desires. It was brilliant!
The second was a moment of such incredulity that I couldn't begin to express it. Here we were, sitting with plentiful supplies of something so highly prized most people would die for it. And we offered it to our friend on a plate, free - and he just turned round politely and said "no thanks". I was completely gobsmacked!
I drew trees to music, creating branches in the air as though I was designing something in MSPaint. The trails and the matter that seem to absorb emptiness at times like this gave my tree substance, and it sparkled like a christmas tree, no doubt helped by the shiny nail polish I'd been painting on my nails. Trying to get across the point that everything stemmed from - well, one point, it was frustrating not being able to describe what was going on in my head. Although my tripping partner was on the same wavelength even he found it difficult to necessarily follow the path I was leading him down in my thoughts.
A little later, we took a walk outside to admire in particular, one of the cars parked nearby. And there we were lulled into another near disaster scenario. We watched another car unpack what seemed to be shopping bags etc and assumed it was still a reasonable time of night for people to be arriving for the weekend. Little did we realise how late it was! And in fact the multitude of shopping bags was only one handbag - a couple coming in from a late night out. I'd booked a taxi for 1.30 am, knowing I'd be well tripping when it came but that was OK. I wasn't going to have to drive anywhere, I wasn't at work the next day and I could give a very convincing performance of someone arriving home slightly tipsy from a party. Slightly tipsy
as the following photograph shows, downright wrecked would be a better description!http://www.yousendit.com/download/T2dlb3BDSWU1UjQwTVE9PQ Edit Yousendit link has now expired
Back inside, we continued our jumbled conversation and happy meanderings. Casually, my tripping partner asked how far into the trip we were, and got his watch out to see how many hours had passed. Then it was like, "******* hell! The taxi's almost due!" Suddenly thrown back into a world where time mattered, I raced to gather things up and meet my taxi. I felt like a verse from the song, Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds:
"Newspaper taxis appear on the shore, waiting to take you away ... climb in the back with your head in the clouds and you're gone ...."
Somehow managing to make semi sensible conversation with the taxi driver about suddenly mundane things, I arrived home. Wide awake, giggly and still in my trippy world for a long, long time, it just about summed up the entire evening. It worked - but by complete and utter chance and coincidence. One step away from disaster. It was an incredible evening.
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