Sphinx (Afterlife)
Ex-Bluelighter
EPIC CITY TRYP'N
1 tab Ecstacy
2 blotters LSD
1/4 oz. Cannabis
DATE: Sometime between years 2000-2002
This one begins with a friend, we shall call JJ, asked if I was down for going to the city a few towns over. Why not? I stuffed my pockets with dough and off we went, with his mom of course, to his grandparents where we opted to sleep outside in a tent, a wise call on the events soon to unfold. JJ's mom's a stoner, so naturally we all hotboxed the jeep on the 3 hour roadtrip. We arrived in the 'city' and his grandparents at about lunchtime.
After pitching the tent we walked a few houses down to the corner store. JJ went inside, and I took a glance across the road. These two guys started walking toward eachother ape style and I knew a fight was a brewin, I called JJ out to watch, one guy got beat down pretty good and his bike tossed into some bushes. Not bad entertainment. The proposed 'victor' of the scrap walks over to us, and asks if wed like to purchase some E tabs?
JJ had no dough on him as hed left most in the tent and spent the rest at the store. I declined the mans offer of $20, but being the bargainer he was he slashed the cost in half, and I could not resist. The exchange was made and I now held an orange butterfly presstab, the first E presstab id ever held, but id done MDMA gel caps before. He hung around for a few and we spoke of the fight. Apparently HED stolen the guys bike, and the guy fought him for it back or sumshit, but got whooped, but then he just gave the bike back. Pretty much semantics. Oh well. We then asked where to get chronic in this area, as we'd already finished off our bag. He said "Senten" and pointed in some direction hopelessly.
That night we slept, no drugs involved.
The next morning would be a far more interesting day. It started with an early morning (about 8ish) ganter down to a spot dead city center known as "Senten", it took us an hour or so to find it. It was just a cement area with a fountain, in the middle of city fuckin hall, the oddest of places for a daily crackhead convention. The place was fairly packed already considering how early it was. Upon approaching the immediate fountain area, a withered crackhead approached us semi-huddled over asking really fast "You guys got a crack pipe, hash pipe, weed pipe, coke pipe, rock pipe, meth pipe, some sort of a pipe I can use???". Although we did, we are well aware of crackheads, and declined.
Another man approached us a few moments later offering 'weed'. For first impressions, this guy gets a ROFL cause he had a streak of snot fuckin DRIED going from his left nostril to the top of his lip... he introduced himself as Victor, an interesting name considering the city we were in, I took it as a sign. We made the purchase of 2 marijuana cigarettes. Of course, well aware again of crackheads, we immediatly tore the joints open infront of him, indeed it was maryjane, so we began piping it right there. Of course whod want to use his saliva licked joints anyways??? Yuck. We hung with Victor for about 10 minutes, the guy was rather nice, just a complete reject of society, and it was probably more the pity that made us feel obligated to small talk. Oh, and during the ENTIRE time, he never whiped nor noticed the snot, despite the fact me and JJ could not stop looking at it, and chuckling about it. Better luck next lifetime, Vic.
We made our way back JJ's grandparents, with a nice buzz going. Showered, ate food, and then decided to head down to the local mall to scope out some local ladies and explore, it was about 10:00am by this time. On the way I decided to pop my tab of E id gotten the previous day. So I walked into the first fast food location I saw and got a cup of water. We then continued our journey about 5 blocks to the mall. JJ lights up a joint on the way, no worries despite we are walking down one of the mainstreets in the city, cops just dont give a shit, werd. We arrived at the mall, and explored our way through all the shops. We stopped at some free internet thing setup in the middle of the mall walkways. JJ being the jackass he was/is, proceeded to browse rotten.com, and load some utterly nasty pictures, including gramas with tits sagging a two+ feet, the gnarly train trauma, and so forth. I couldnt help but laugh as people walked by with looks of offense on their faces. Eventually that got boring to me, but JJ was still well entertained being the simple minded creature I found him to be. Just then I spotted an extremely hoooooott peice of ass swayin on by in tight jeans with her lil hot pink thong peekin out from the rim and it captivated me, I had vivid daydreams of tapping that and every other peice of ass swayin by in one super-mall-orgy in which I could have multiple O's no problemO. Every chick in there suddenly seemed so hot and I had only noticed then. Oh well, just a dream. I was snapped outta it by JJ's sudden burst of laughter at a photo of some asian chick shitting on her own face in a bathtub. Gnarly brah! I then proceeded to try and eat a burger, it tasted like styrofoam... I tossed it. Said fuck this, and we peaced.
We left the mall, with an uneventful walk back to JJ's granparents. We arrived back at about lunchtime. I stopped outside on the sidewalk, JJ went inside. I looked down the empty residential street, the sun broke through the clouds for a moment igniting the entire landscape in a new hue of color. A breeze slid its fingers through the blades of grass aside me, it caressed my skin in a way far more intimate than anyone ever could, "hello world - mother of us all" I thought. Everything looked pastel-ish in color, everything seemed to be drawn of pastel, smudgy pastel. I stood there, forever lost in time, in reality I prolly stood there for about ten minutes before JJ came back out and started hassling me about looking like a whacko. We went inside, where I began to crash and buuuuurrrrrrnnnnnn. I was down for the count. I must have laid on the couch for 3 hours straight staring out a window at a tree branch swaying in a gentle breeze, but it was in no way enjoyable as such a sight would've been just minutes before, I had no mental energy, no lucid conversation skills, no nothing, I felt like absolute ass, couldnt nap, couldnt think, couldnt eat, couldnt fucking exist. Fuck E, that shits crap yo.
I finally managed to eat some food at around 4:30-5ish. We smoked the last of the maryjane during my comedown time. After eating, I began to feel better. So far this day had not been that exciting, but unbeknownst to us would soon turn out to be an epic evening. We decided to head back down to Senten, to score some more maryjane. We purchased another gram of ganja, from a guy about our age on a BMX, reminded me of deals at home. The chronic was premium grade as usual. We sat on a bench and JJ rolled one as hed forgotten his pipe at his granparents, fortunately I was equipped with rollies. We smoked up, and then asked what to do now... I, not being too serious, blurted acid. JJ agreed, and suddenly it was on the agenda as a serious topic of consideration. I began to get the pre-tripping jitters for an anticipated experience that I, at the time, was rather fond of, LSD. We asked the guy wed purchased the chronic from, if he knew where to get some acid. He nodded, and we followed him down the street from Senten. About 2 blocks away, a young man (no older than 16) sitting on the side of the road outside a cyber cafe wearing a tie dyed shirt and the man wed purchased the chronic from began engaging in conversation. And the deal was down. We all walked into an ally behind the building and out came the quad of blotters, wed each decided to do a dub. The exchange was made and off we went. We wasted no time, not even out of the ally we split the quad and slipped our dubs under our tongues, and strutted our way back to Senten.
It was about 6-6:30ish when we arrived back to Senten. My body was buzzing with electricity, like electrically charged butterflies in my stomach. Right near Senten theres this little open courtyard place and we made our way up onto the balcony there, where we watched a bunch of people down in the courtyard juggle and perform other tricks with balls. I began to see tracers with the juggling, and the balls became more like what spinning fire looks like at night, but white because thats the color of the balls they were using, about softball sized. I looked at the railing of the balcony, the pattern of the cut wood was beginning to pulsate back and forth to the pace of my breathing. The curves in it would slowly become straight, and the straight would become the curve, and vice versa as I inhaled/exhaled. This is common with almost all my tryptamine experiences. I noted I also felt as light as a feather, also common. This was definetly LSD. I looked at JJ, whom id not said a word to for the past 10 minutes. His pupils had taken over all, and I mean ALL the color in his eyes. This gave me an unignorably eerie feeling, and I began to get goosebumps up my back and arms. I finally managed to speak, "FUCK DUDE" was about all I could get out. As I said that I had a 'vision' that became 'real' to my mind that I was a rocket ship and as I said those words I just took off. I must have stumbled for a few seconds as I had an intense feeling of vertigo throughout my entire body. I sat down and went into meditative breathing to calm it. Success after just a few deep breaths. I was still flying though, peircing the stratosphere and beyond. I look to my side and JJ was a few feet away conversing with two 'hobo' looking individuals huddling over a map of the area where me and JJ live. I came closer, one offered me what I can only perceive as being "stale bread", as he held a peice of bread in my direction, I refused by shakin my head, or perhaps I grunted, I did definetly not speak. As I squated/huddled to the map with the rest of them, I had distinct impressions made in my mind of animals squating over a freshly killed animal. My shadow from the hazy overcasted sun was right there, infront of me, staring at me, what the hell does he want? He only visists when he wants to, and he wants a warm welcoming???? While I ponder these emotions towards my shadow, I am semi-aware of the conversations, which sound more like alien babbling on the horizon, occuring around me between JJ and the two 'hobos'. I focused all my mental energy to decipher the words they speak, as if I had to relearn the entire english language right then and there. As I look at one of the hobos faces, his dreadlocks tappin his face like snakes, his eyes looked aged and wise, im overcome with a deep impression of elderly respect, and just then his hands explode across the map, and his eyes light up, I look to where he looks on the map, a small island, his words seemed so clear, so simple and made so much sense, he says "Look at all this open land, this is where we are going to live" in a way that sounded he had such awe in the fact he could someday live there, as if we were across the world, dreaming the greatest of dream to travel the hugest of distance to live somewhere I already live.
After spending what I could only guess was at least an hour on that balcony 'coming up' next to two hobos who most surely must have had some idea we were absolutely 'gone', we left, back to JJ's grandparents... what the hell where we thinking?? We were still coming up to a massive peak and we began our journey back. I have no recollection of the walk back, at all, a bad sign. We arrived back, went inside, I was following JJ, I had some pretty harsh anxiety coming up to the house cause see, JJ's moms a pretty big bitch at times, the smallest things can set her off for HOURS, and despite her being a stoner, we never tell her we do anything else... well, JJ led us to the kitchen. He opened the fridge door and poured us each a glass of juice. Just then his mom pops into the kitchen; "WATS UP GUYS?", I look at JJ, he shuts the fridge door, looks at his mom, then tries to shut the fridge door again, but he just freakin shut it. For some reason, this blew me over the edge and I bursted out hysterically laughing, and JJ responded to my laughing by laughing (its an LSD thang-baby). His mom began the general interrogation; "WHERED U GUYS GO?", "out", "WHAT ARE YOU HIGH ON??", "just weed!", "ARE U DRUNK? NO UR NOT DRUNK, WHAT IS IT?", "nuthin!". The kitchen light beemed down on my forehead as if it were a 1000 watts. I was sweating, the kitchen was very small, cramped, the walls where pulsating, the questions, the patterns of the wallpaper, the air so very humid, it was all too much, like being in a vice, I peaced from the room while JJ attempted to cover our asses to his mom. I wandered, somone, perhaps his grampa, said something to me from a room as I passed by, I did not respond. The hallway walls seemed really tall, the roof must have been 10+ feet, but it literally was not. I ended up in a spare bedroom that was empty. I sat, and proceeded to turn on the TV. The Simpsons. SOMETHING I knew, the only thing I knew here, the only thing of comfort. Watching them in their house, it felt as if I was in my home at home. Using the simpsons episode (30 mins) to guage time, I sat there for about 20-25 minutes, I then realised this, although it seemed to all happen in a matter of seconds. I got up, and there JJ entered the room right on cue as if we were in some sick twisted sitcom, a look of releif on his face. "THERE YOU ARE!! HOLYFUCKING SHIT I THOUGHT YOU WENT OUTSIDE THEN I WENT OUT TO FIND YOU AND THOUGHT YOU DISAPPEARED INTO THE CITY AND THE TREES IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD SCARED ME HOME" Ooooookkk buddy.
We made our way back outside. It now musta been 3-4 maybe 5 hours since we dropped the dub's. Time was pretty much incinerated by this point. We made past JJ's nemesis tree posse without issue, we went to smoke some dope on the corner where the fight had happened the previous day, why we went there to smoke it and not the tent in the backyard, who knows. We got there after what seemed like forever, only to realise we had already smoked the dope again, fuck. Not really caring of what time it was (prolly about 10-11pm??) we made our way hastily to Senten. The journey was confusing, car lights had incredibly long lasting tracers, as we walked, it felt like there was more of us, I constantly heard everyone talking, but thered be no one, just JJ. Every noise seemed to turn to voices, the noise of cars going by was whispers caught on the wind. We turned onto an empty street a block or so from Senten, a car pulled up behind us, the headlights where off... what the fuck.. we kept walking, the car followed, lights off, at walking speed or so it seemed. WHATS THIS SHIT?? I started sketching, visions of masked thugs jumping us with baseball bats flashing through my mind, the noise of the cars tires crackling on the asphalt inspired panic fantasies of bones crunching. I dunno what I did, some sort of roll, perhaps some random evasive manouver, regardless it worked, the car seemed to roll on by, at a regular seeming speed... WTF!... I looked over to JJ, who had been 100% unaware of the couldve-been-brutal-beat-down of us I had somehow deterred with my frantic movements. I found peace in his ignorance to the situation, and that became me as well. But perhaps we had shifted spots, because as I settled into comfort and we approached 'Senten', JJ began to show signs of panic.
We entered the area... completely fucking dominated by the tryptamine. I slurred some words of desiring some maryjane to the first person I saw. A very confusing conversation began. It was, in reality, prolly only a few words, perhaps he asked how much I wanted, I could not hear a single word he said. After saying "What?" like 50 times I finally just patted him on the shoulder and said I just want some fucking marijuana heres money wheres the bag?? This seemed to simplify things alot, and an exchange was made. JJ was in panic, he was full blown anxiety, something was making him sketch, the location, I could feel it. He then said "LETS BOUNCE" or something of that nature, and then on some 6th-sense-ish level began releasing a REALLY negative vibe into me, and just like that my joy of the high disappeared, I was emotionally shattered suddenly. I did not want to be high, did not want to be here, did not want to talk to JJ, just wanted to be isolated, just wanted to be gone, just wanted to throw this bag of weed we'd just purchased into a sewer. It was cold. I felt cold. I was cold. We made way back to his granparents, not saying much. I was trying to work through the negative vibe we'd both been consumed with.
After returning to JJ's granparents, we went into the tent and smoked a bowl. The negativity was gone, just like that, up in smoke. Yeeaaahhyaaa! I pulled off my shoes..... WTF??? The back of my ankle had been chewed away to absolutely nothing. My sock was completely soaked in blood. A small, little peice of plastic that had broken through the lining in my shoe is to blame, it had been steadily gnawing through my sock and flesh as we walked back and forth the entire evening, and I was unable to feel any pain. I looked at the wound closeup, trippy, it was bleeding a fairbit. I sent JJ in to get some paper towel, and it was wrapped up. Thats gonna fawkin hurt tommorow.
We sat in the tent, and began talking, perhaps?? Im not sure, to say the least we were making noises towards eachother. We both began uncontrollably laughing. Ahhh the best part of LSD... the laughing, absolutely HYSTERICAL laughing at absolutely NOTHING. Wed see eachother laughing, make some absolutely stupid noise, and wed both just burst out laughing even harder. This hysterical non-stop laughing spree that made me feel like I had literrally gone insane because I could not stop, lasted at least an hour, perhaps two. By the end my stomach was in intense cramps from laughing so hard for so long and we both had tears strolling down our faces and were demanding eachother stop making the other laugh.
Things chilled out. We both laid back, and I looked at one side of the tent... then it happened. The single most vivid and simply awesome looking hallucination ive ever experienced in my life still to this day. There was a navy blueish stain on the side of the tent (tent was bright orange)... the ink stain, or whatever kind of stain it was, took on the look of a jellyfish. Then it began moving like a jellyfish. The top bulb would suck in and expand like a jellyfish. The lower tentacle parts would sway in the nonexistent current. It started swimming all over the tent, but never left the spot it was in, but damn, it was swimming, those tent walls were glass and we were under the ocean. I watched it, in awe, for hours. JJ went to sleep, but I could not, I just watched my jellyfish swim.
I slept maybe an hour, then upon awaking with a severe drain of all mental function except pain, I looked at my ankle, ughhhh. It was a grouchy day. I suffered severe depression throughout the entire day. This more related to the MDMA in past experiences. My tongue felt prickly and acidic, common after I do blotters. I couldnt walk for about three days due to the ankle, it was in incredible pain it was seriously gnawed down practically to the bone.
Conclusion; Tryptamines blow the shit outta phenethylamines, IMO
1 tab Ecstacy
2 blotters LSD
1/4 oz. Cannabis
DATE: Sometime between years 2000-2002
This one begins with a friend, we shall call JJ, asked if I was down for going to the city a few towns over. Why not? I stuffed my pockets with dough and off we went, with his mom of course, to his grandparents where we opted to sleep outside in a tent, a wise call on the events soon to unfold. JJ's mom's a stoner, so naturally we all hotboxed the jeep on the 3 hour roadtrip. We arrived in the 'city' and his grandparents at about lunchtime.
After pitching the tent we walked a few houses down to the corner store. JJ went inside, and I took a glance across the road. These two guys started walking toward eachother ape style and I knew a fight was a brewin, I called JJ out to watch, one guy got beat down pretty good and his bike tossed into some bushes. Not bad entertainment. The proposed 'victor' of the scrap walks over to us, and asks if wed like to purchase some E tabs?
JJ had no dough on him as hed left most in the tent and spent the rest at the store. I declined the mans offer of $20, but being the bargainer he was he slashed the cost in half, and I could not resist. The exchange was made and I now held an orange butterfly presstab, the first E presstab id ever held, but id done MDMA gel caps before. He hung around for a few and we spoke of the fight. Apparently HED stolen the guys bike, and the guy fought him for it back or sumshit, but got whooped, but then he just gave the bike back. Pretty much semantics. Oh well. We then asked where to get chronic in this area, as we'd already finished off our bag. He said "Senten" and pointed in some direction hopelessly.
That night we slept, no drugs involved.
The next morning would be a far more interesting day. It started with an early morning (about 8ish) ganter down to a spot dead city center known as "Senten", it took us an hour or so to find it. It was just a cement area with a fountain, in the middle of city fuckin hall, the oddest of places for a daily crackhead convention. The place was fairly packed already considering how early it was. Upon approaching the immediate fountain area, a withered crackhead approached us semi-huddled over asking really fast "You guys got a crack pipe, hash pipe, weed pipe, coke pipe, rock pipe, meth pipe, some sort of a pipe I can use???". Although we did, we are well aware of crackheads, and declined.
Another man approached us a few moments later offering 'weed'. For first impressions, this guy gets a ROFL cause he had a streak of snot fuckin DRIED going from his left nostril to the top of his lip... he introduced himself as Victor, an interesting name considering the city we were in, I took it as a sign. We made the purchase of 2 marijuana cigarettes. Of course, well aware again of crackheads, we immediatly tore the joints open infront of him, indeed it was maryjane, so we began piping it right there. Of course whod want to use his saliva licked joints anyways??? Yuck. We hung with Victor for about 10 minutes, the guy was rather nice, just a complete reject of society, and it was probably more the pity that made us feel obligated to small talk. Oh, and during the ENTIRE time, he never whiped nor noticed the snot, despite the fact me and JJ could not stop looking at it, and chuckling about it. Better luck next lifetime, Vic.
We made our way back JJ's grandparents, with a nice buzz going. Showered, ate food, and then decided to head down to the local mall to scope out some local ladies and explore, it was about 10:00am by this time. On the way I decided to pop my tab of E id gotten the previous day. So I walked into the first fast food location I saw and got a cup of water. We then continued our journey about 5 blocks to the mall. JJ lights up a joint on the way, no worries despite we are walking down one of the mainstreets in the city, cops just dont give a shit, werd. We arrived at the mall, and explored our way through all the shops. We stopped at some free internet thing setup in the middle of the mall walkways. JJ being the jackass he was/is, proceeded to browse rotten.com, and load some utterly nasty pictures, including gramas with tits sagging a two+ feet, the gnarly train trauma, and so forth. I couldnt help but laugh as people walked by with looks of offense on their faces. Eventually that got boring to me, but JJ was still well entertained being the simple minded creature I found him to be. Just then I spotted an extremely hoooooott peice of ass swayin on by in tight jeans with her lil hot pink thong peekin out from the rim and it captivated me, I had vivid daydreams of tapping that and every other peice of ass swayin by in one super-mall-orgy in which I could have multiple O's no problemO. Every chick in there suddenly seemed so hot and I had only noticed then. Oh well, just a dream. I was snapped outta it by JJ's sudden burst of laughter at a photo of some asian chick shitting on her own face in a bathtub. Gnarly brah! I then proceeded to try and eat a burger, it tasted like styrofoam... I tossed it. Said fuck this, and we peaced.
We left the mall, with an uneventful walk back to JJ's granparents. We arrived back at about lunchtime. I stopped outside on the sidewalk, JJ went inside. I looked down the empty residential street, the sun broke through the clouds for a moment igniting the entire landscape in a new hue of color. A breeze slid its fingers through the blades of grass aside me, it caressed my skin in a way far more intimate than anyone ever could, "hello world - mother of us all" I thought. Everything looked pastel-ish in color, everything seemed to be drawn of pastel, smudgy pastel. I stood there, forever lost in time, in reality I prolly stood there for about ten minutes before JJ came back out and started hassling me about looking like a whacko. We went inside, where I began to crash and buuuuurrrrrrnnnnnn. I was down for the count. I must have laid on the couch for 3 hours straight staring out a window at a tree branch swaying in a gentle breeze, but it was in no way enjoyable as such a sight would've been just minutes before, I had no mental energy, no lucid conversation skills, no nothing, I felt like absolute ass, couldnt nap, couldnt think, couldnt eat, couldnt fucking exist. Fuck E, that shits crap yo.
I finally managed to eat some food at around 4:30-5ish. We smoked the last of the maryjane during my comedown time. After eating, I began to feel better. So far this day had not been that exciting, but unbeknownst to us would soon turn out to be an epic evening. We decided to head back down to Senten, to score some more maryjane. We purchased another gram of ganja, from a guy about our age on a BMX, reminded me of deals at home. The chronic was premium grade as usual. We sat on a bench and JJ rolled one as hed forgotten his pipe at his granparents, fortunately I was equipped with rollies. We smoked up, and then asked what to do now... I, not being too serious, blurted acid. JJ agreed, and suddenly it was on the agenda as a serious topic of consideration. I began to get the pre-tripping jitters for an anticipated experience that I, at the time, was rather fond of, LSD. We asked the guy wed purchased the chronic from, if he knew where to get some acid. He nodded, and we followed him down the street from Senten. About 2 blocks away, a young man (no older than 16) sitting on the side of the road outside a cyber cafe wearing a tie dyed shirt and the man wed purchased the chronic from began engaging in conversation. And the deal was down. We all walked into an ally behind the building and out came the quad of blotters, wed each decided to do a dub. The exchange was made and off we went. We wasted no time, not even out of the ally we split the quad and slipped our dubs under our tongues, and strutted our way back to Senten.
It was about 6-6:30ish when we arrived back to Senten. My body was buzzing with electricity, like electrically charged butterflies in my stomach. Right near Senten theres this little open courtyard place and we made our way up onto the balcony there, where we watched a bunch of people down in the courtyard juggle and perform other tricks with balls. I began to see tracers with the juggling, and the balls became more like what spinning fire looks like at night, but white because thats the color of the balls they were using, about softball sized. I looked at the railing of the balcony, the pattern of the cut wood was beginning to pulsate back and forth to the pace of my breathing. The curves in it would slowly become straight, and the straight would become the curve, and vice versa as I inhaled/exhaled. This is common with almost all my tryptamine experiences. I noted I also felt as light as a feather, also common. This was definetly LSD. I looked at JJ, whom id not said a word to for the past 10 minutes. His pupils had taken over all, and I mean ALL the color in his eyes. This gave me an unignorably eerie feeling, and I began to get goosebumps up my back and arms. I finally managed to speak, "FUCK DUDE" was about all I could get out. As I said that I had a 'vision' that became 'real' to my mind that I was a rocket ship and as I said those words I just took off. I must have stumbled for a few seconds as I had an intense feeling of vertigo throughout my entire body. I sat down and went into meditative breathing to calm it. Success after just a few deep breaths. I was still flying though, peircing the stratosphere and beyond. I look to my side and JJ was a few feet away conversing with two 'hobo' looking individuals huddling over a map of the area where me and JJ live. I came closer, one offered me what I can only perceive as being "stale bread", as he held a peice of bread in my direction, I refused by shakin my head, or perhaps I grunted, I did definetly not speak. As I squated/huddled to the map with the rest of them, I had distinct impressions made in my mind of animals squating over a freshly killed animal. My shadow from the hazy overcasted sun was right there, infront of me, staring at me, what the hell does he want? He only visists when he wants to, and he wants a warm welcoming???? While I ponder these emotions towards my shadow, I am semi-aware of the conversations, which sound more like alien babbling on the horizon, occuring around me between JJ and the two 'hobos'. I focused all my mental energy to decipher the words they speak, as if I had to relearn the entire english language right then and there. As I look at one of the hobos faces, his dreadlocks tappin his face like snakes, his eyes looked aged and wise, im overcome with a deep impression of elderly respect, and just then his hands explode across the map, and his eyes light up, I look to where he looks on the map, a small island, his words seemed so clear, so simple and made so much sense, he says "Look at all this open land, this is where we are going to live" in a way that sounded he had such awe in the fact he could someday live there, as if we were across the world, dreaming the greatest of dream to travel the hugest of distance to live somewhere I already live.
After spending what I could only guess was at least an hour on that balcony 'coming up' next to two hobos who most surely must have had some idea we were absolutely 'gone', we left, back to JJ's grandparents... what the hell where we thinking?? We were still coming up to a massive peak and we began our journey back. I have no recollection of the walk back, at all, a bad sign. We arrived back, went inside, I was following JJ, I had some pretty harsh anxiety coming up to the house cause see, JJ's moms a pretty big bitch at times, the smallest things can set her off for HOURS, and despite her being a stoner, we never tell her we do anything else... well, JJ led us to the kitchen. He opened the fridge door and poured us each a glass of juice. Just then his mom pops into the kitchen; "WATS UP GUYS?", I look at JJ, he shuts the fridge door, looks at his mom, then tries to shut the fridge door again, but he just freakin shut it. For some reason, this blew me over the edge and I bursted out hysterically laughing, and JJ responded to my laughing by laughing (its an LSD thang-baby). His mom began the general interrogation; "WHERED U GUYS GO?", "out", "WHAT ARE YOU HIGH ON??", "just weed!", "ARE U DRUNK? NO UR NOT DRUNK, WHAT IS IT?", "nuthin!". The kitchen light beemed down on my forehead as if it were a 1000 watts. I was sweating, the kitchen was very small, cramped, the walls where pulsating, the questions, the patterns of the wallpaper, the air so very humid, it was all too much, like being in a vice, I peaced from the room while JJ attempted to cover our asses to his mom. I wandered, somone, perhaps his grampa, said something to me from a room as I passed by, I did not respond. The hallway walls seemed really tall, the roof must have been 10+ feet, but it literally was not. I ended up in a spare bedroom that was empty. I sat, and proceeded to turn on the TV. The Simpsons. SOMETHING I knew, the only thing I knew here, the only thing of comfort. Watching them in their house, it felt as if I was in my home at home. Using the simpsons episode (30 mins) to guage time, I sat there for about 20-25 minutes, I then realised this, although it seemed to all happen in a matter of seconds. I got up, and there JJ entered the room right on cue as if we were in some sick twisted sitcom, a look of releif on his face. "THERE YOU ARE!! HOLYFUCKING SHIT I THOUGHT YOU WENT OUTSIDE THEN I WENT OUT TO FIND YOU AND THOUGHT YOU DISAPPEARED INTO THE CITY AND THE TREES IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD SCARED ME HOME" Ooooookkk buddy.
We made our way back outside. It now musta been 3-4 maybe 5 hours since we dropped the dub's. Time was pretty much incinerated by this point. We made past JJ's nemesis tree posse without issue, we went to smoke some dope on the corner where the fight had happened the previous day, why we went there to smoke it and not the tent in the backyard, who knows. We got there after what seemed like forever, only to realise we had already smoked the dope again, fuck. Not really caring of what time it was (prolly about 10-11pm??) we made our way hastily to Senten. The journey was confusing, car lights had incredibly long lasting tracers, as we walked, it felt like there was more of us, I constantly heard everyone talking, but thered be no one, just JJ. Every noise seemed to turn to voices, the noise of cars going by was whispers caught on the wind. We turned onto an empty street a block or so from Senten, a car pulled up behind us, the headlights where off... what the fuck.. we kept walking, the car followed, lights off, at walking speed or so it seemed. WHATS THIS SHIT?? I started sketching, visions of masked thugs jumping us with baseball bats flashing through my mind, the noise of the cars tires crackling on the asphalt inspired panic fantasies of bones crunching. I dunno what I did, some sort of roll, perhaps some random evasive manouver, regardless it worked, the car seemed to roll on by, at a regular seeming speed... WTF!... I looked over to JJ, who had been 100% unaware of the couldve-been-brutal-beat-down of us I had somehow deterred with my frantic movements. I found peace in his ignorance to the situation, and that became me as well. But perhaps we had shifted spots, because as I settled into comfort and we approached 'Senten', JJ began to show signs of panic.
We entered the area... completely fucking dominated by the tryptamine. I slurred some words of desiring some maryjane to the first person I saw. A very confusing conversation began. It was, in reality, prolly only a few words, perhaps he asked how much I wanted, I could not hear a single word he said. After saying "What?" like 50 times I finally just patted him on the shoulder and said I just want some fucking marijuana heres money wheres the bag?? This seemed to simplify things alot, and an exchange was made. JJ was in panic, he was full blown anxiety, something was making him sketch, the location, I could feel it. He then said "LETS BOUNCE" or something of that nature, and then on some 6th-sense-ish level began releasing a REALLY negative vibe into me, and just like that my joy of the high disappeared, I was emotionally shattered suddenly. I did not want to be high, did not want to be here, did not want to talk to JJ, just wanted to be isolated, just wanted to be gone, just wanted to throw this bag of weed we'd just purchased into a sewer. It was cold. I felt cold. I was cold. We made way back to his granparents, not saying much. I was trying to work through the negative vibe we'd both been consumed with.
After returning to JJ's granparents, we went into the tent and smoked a bowl. The negativity was gone, just like that, up in smoke. Yeeaaahhyaaa! I pulled off my shoes..... WTF??? The back of my ankle had been chewed away to absolutely nothing. My sock was completely soaked in blood. A small, little peice of plastic that had broken through the lining in my shoe is to blame, it had been steadily gnawing through my sock and flesh as we walked back and forth the entire evening, and I was unable to feel any pain. I looked at the wound closeup, trippy, it was bleeding a fairbit. I sent JJ in to get some paper towel, and it was wrapped up. Thats gonna fawkin hurt tommorow.
We sat in the tent, and began talking, perhaps?? Im not sure, to say the least we were making noises towards eachother. We both began uncontrollably laughing. Ahhh the best part of LSD... the laughing, absolutely HYSTERICAL laughing at absolutely NOTHING. Wed see eachother laughing, make some absolutely stupid noise, and wed both just burst out laughing even harder. This hysterical non-stop laughing spree that made me feel like I had literrally gone insane because I could not stop, lasted at least an hour, perhaps two. By the end my stomach was in intense cramps from laughing so hard for so long and we both had tears strolling down our faces and were demanding eachother stop making the other laugh.
Things chilled out. We both laid back, and I looked at one side of the tent... then it happened. The single most vivid and simply awesome looking hallucination ive ever experienced in my life still to this day. There was a navy blueish stain on the side of the tent (tent was bright orange)... the ink stain, or whatever kind of stain it was, took on the look of a jellyfish. Then it began moving like a jellyfish. The top bulb would suck in and expand like a jellyfish. The lower tentacle parts would sway in the nonexistent current. It started swimming all over the tent, but never left the spot it was in, but damn, it was swimming, those tent walls were glass and we were under the ocean. I watched it, in awe, for hours. JJ went to sleep, but I could not, I just watched my jellyfish swim.
I slept maybe an hour, then upon awaking with a severe drain of all mental function except pain, I looked at my ankle, ughhhh. It was a grouchy day. I suffered severe depression throughout the entire day. This more related to the MDMA in past experiences. My tongue felt prickly and acidic, common after I do blotters. I couldnt walk for about three days due to the ankle, it was in incredible pain it was seriously gnawed down practically to the bone.
Conclusion; Tryptamines blow the shit outta phenethylamines, IMO
