Aftermath
Bluelighter
E then Meth + Weed and Beer - Semi Experienced - strange nights with twisted memories
K.
The trip reports I have been writing are in order from least experienced to most experienced, and so far, this is the most powerful drug experience I have ever had to date.
Set and setting:Midsummer Festival.
If you have been there, you may already be able to predict what this trip was like. For those who have never heard of it, some background information at their website would be helpfull for you to fully understand what this experience is like: http://www.bvfms.org/ please look at the pictures link, and the camping link. This will save me time in writing what the set and setting were like. It is also highly suggested that you look at the map on the camping link. Note that this place is huge. At the bottem where it says "off limits" at the time of this experience it was not off limits, and you could go there, and that is where I was camped. Immagine a airport without all of the runways and control towers and roads, just some dirt roads to get to where you wanted to go, and long grass. See where it says "Stage 3" that is an airport hanger. It is enormous in there. Thats where they played the punk rock. More on this later.
I am hesitant of writing this trip report due to the insanity of my trip, and the hazyness of my memory thoughout this summer because of all of the drugs I did and beer I drank. I cant remember events that happened, or what happend when very well at all. That and I am still having visulals (im cracked out) from this experience.
BACKGROUND INFO - SUGGESTED READING:
It was my first time at this festival. I didnt know what to expect. On our way there, my dad drove passed some friends of mine hitch hiking there. This I live in a bumb fuck town called "Terrace" and this place is in "Smithers" that is about 3 hours away, or 300 miles away, depending how fast you drive.
When I got there I was enjoying myself. A lot of school friends were there also, enjoying the vibes. I was meating lots of new people, infact, too many people to remember them all. I started off the night by getting ripped on weed. Weed is pritty much free there, there is lots of it. If you looked hard enough you could find any drug you wanted at this place.
So I set up my tent in a field and when the breeze got cool i started a fire near my tent. There were other people setting up tents everywhere, just none too close to mine.
My tent was, maybe about a kilometer away from my nearist friend who was from the same town as I, like I say, this place is large.
I walked around the place for a while, groovin to the music that was being played on the main stage. It was nice. I walked passed a huge row of vendors. I notaced they were selling everything from large novlety bongs to glass pipes expensive forgin rolling papers. I bought some rolling papers and a small pipe and some screans.
I then walked back to where my tent was set up. I notaced that I could almost go barefoot, heck, i could probibly walk around naked if I wanted to. I noted that there were several other camp fires that sprung up around in the area where I chose to pitch my tent. I asked some people near by if there was any E floating around. They told me information such as "yeah, its killer" and "yeah, there is musical notes here".. now that I think of it, the statment "yeah, there is musical notes here" could have been a drug induced blabber, I am not sure. Also some one told me that "There is Mickey Mouse here". I finaly found some one who said they could get me some E. He wanted to take my money and go and get it, however, I would not give him any money unless he had the E. So we journyed passed many tents on a walk to where this guywhohadE's tent was set up. He was set up in a tent trailer. People were playing the guitar outside of it and smoking ciggerettes. The boy introduced me to the man, and i thanked him (the boy), and walked into the tent trailer. On the inside there were several people sitting at a table laughing. It was strange. I asked him if his E was any good. He told me I asked too many questions and sold me 2 pills for 30 each. It was expensive, however, from the look in his eyes I could tell I was getting a deal. I under-estimated.
TRIP REPORT:
It was dark, after a few hours of wondering, I finaly found my way back to my tent. In the dark all tents look the same. I went into my tent, filled up with soft things and blankets. I pulled out a CD case, a flashlight and a lighter. I crushed up the pills. The pills were honking. The huge pills were very hard and had no press on them. I crushed them up on the cd case. It left a huge layer of crushe powder on my cd case, it was unlike any pill texture-wise that I have come across. I lined myself up 3 or 4 huge honking rails. After the first two I was rolling around in my tent in ecstacy and moaning like a cow would moo. I finished the rest of the pill, which was way more than I needed. I proceded outside to find many people standing around the fire I had built myself. It was great. What happens next is hazy. I find myself sitting In my folding chair with lots of people around me. Just over 300 miles from home there is no turning back now. I note that I am comming up very fast and really strong, stronger than any pill I have ever tried before. I then go back into my tent about 20-30 minutes later and crush up the next pill. It seamed like there was a hell of a lot of the powder. The shit I crushed up was very dence. They were hard pills. The burn was not as bad as the drip, which seamed to linger for hours. There was so much powder that I felt that I couldnt snort any more. I still had clean up to do, however I was so high, i probilby couldnt have scraped it up to save my own life I was so high. The feelings came in waves. At the time I was not too experienced, so I wouldnt have been to pinpoint the exact ingeredience of the drugs that were in the pills at the time (more on this at the end) to the accuracy I have now.
I some how managed to gather my wits. I notaced that It was cold out so I put on another layer of clothing. I managed to unzip my tent, get out, and zip it back up. I noace that there is a lot more people in this area than once thought. I managed to get out my folding chair once again, and sit by the fire. I then looked up at the flames and shit was flying passed my head at break neck speeds. I am still not sure what these things were, I am guessing that they were sparks and ashes from the fire, and with combonation with the pills, they were giving me insane halucinations. I was going up faster than my halucinations. The faster I got high, the higher I got. I looked up again and sparks were flying around like tiny flying saucers lifting off into the stratisphere. Time seamed warped, aswell as the rest of reality. I was going retarded. I could feel air comming out of my ears. This was not a good thing, however, I did not resist, for the high was worth an damage done to my head.
I could see people across the fire from me, looking at me smiling. I knew what they were seeing, helpless to stop it. Luckaly I could look as stupid as I wanted, be it that I would never see these people again. I could feel a vibe of two types. The click, and the evils. I senced that there were ugly things happening at this place, however, those ugly things were not happining where I was located at. I was lucky, for if a crazy had wondered passed I would have been unable to defend myself in that state.
The night went by quick, and it was starting to get bright out. The sky changed from starless pitch black to a very dark shade of blue. I notaced that I had peaked. A peak that I am yet to top. I was so high at the time a year could have passed and people could have been having sex infrount of me and all I would have seen were the sparks from the camp fire flying what seamed like miles up into the sky. I dont know who kept that fire going and I thank whoever it was, for if that fire would have went out i would probibly have passed out, outside of my tent and froze my toes off. Come to think of it, i was in a much similar state to what that guy in 'Go' was in at the end of the night freezing by a dumpster, however, I was around a fire and with lots of good people present. To say the least, the visuals were very insane and un earth like. Very alein.
For the first time in hours I stood up. I felt the two vibes coliding. The warriors (myself included) who protected the princess looking girls, and the evils (the crazies). I was hanging around this one guy who looked twenty or so who was drinking all night who emerged out of the darkness just before it started getting light. He was my life source. Without this pissed drunk warrior type, I would be lost in the chaoss of hippies, crazies and drug people. I knew my friends were near, however, in the state I was in, It would take me hours of confusion and incoherent babbling to parrent type people and event security by me before I found anyone I would know. This guy was drunk, not looking for a fight he wanted to mingle. I was totaly up for mingling. A bit intimidated by this muscular man, I meirly stood around watching conversation. Hours of drinking made this guy aggressive, not in the 'im going to hurt you way,' more socialy agressive than anything. There were people like him around.. been up all night, ready to mingle with the other people who had been up on strange substances all night sharing this strange and insane experience with them, and waiting for their friends who had passed out drunk to awake. The people who had drunk had passed out everywhere. In the fields, in other peoples tents, underneeth parked R.V.s. At this time I knew that the good and the bad were about to meet. I stuck close to this brave young warrior. Then it happend. Two natives came out of nowhere. One of them was crazy. The taller one started blabbering about his friend (the crazy) who he had found passed out and some slick prankster had written racial and sexual slurs all over his face with a majic marker. I kept my mouth shut and let my new found aquatiance handle this, for he was my only friend at this ugly scene. The man had passed out and things such as "Stupd dum cock sucking squa" and other, obiously miss spelled, ugly terms had been written all over his face and arms. The man was very clearly upset by this. His taller friend had said that he wanted to find out who did this and 'hurt' him. The crazy started talking about fighting. The girls were screaming in protest, for all they wanted was sweet hippy love, and I couldnt blame them, especialy in this ugly situation. The crazy man was obiusly ready to fight. I was intimidated, so was my friend, and he knew this. He did not want to fight, however, these men had ruined our festive vibe and working this out was inevitable. The warrior sized the man up, and I could see he was intimidated, however, we all could see that he could render the man harmless if the crazy had tried to do anything. The crazy was slowly comming to his wits and his aggression had subsided. A lot of tention was released when the crazy showed intrest in a lady. I had let him get away with his rudeness and walked away, to explore my new found soberness.
I had seen that there were still many people awake, high on life, drugs and booze. This was good, for I didnt want to be the only one around who was still awake.
As the sun came into full view I felt good. I had checked out some of the opening acts, as the music was enhanced by the drug which was still in me, and the weed in the vacinity was still fluent. Those of us who had been up all night were in no mood for coffie and simple hippy chores, we wanted beer. After finding alcohol I found some of my friends from back home. They seamed to still be awake, on beer and high on life. Some had just awoke from a good sleep. I seamed to be the only one away from the base camp that my school chums had set up and named, quite nicely infact, "Little Terrace," because it was, infact, a little Terrace (the name of the town that we reside in), with the exception of a few other campers from our town who had camped in other areas on the grounds, however, none of these tents were placed quite as far away from "little Terrace" as mine was. It was quite a walk from my tent to where my friends had set up their tent city. A good saturday morning. Beautiful to watch and listen to the sounds of rock and roll comming from the main stage. I tended to stay away from the stages with the exception of stage two (the punk rock stage) due to all of the normals watching the foalk music play with their familys.
Even tho I had come down off of the drug, there was still drugs in me. I let myself know that If i didnt find a reliable source of beer that I would soon pass out if I didnt find more narcotics. Coke was out of the question, it was too expensive for my megar budget. Mushrooms were next on the list, however, it was said that there were no mushrooms around at the time, atleast, not untill it got dark again. There was no acid to be heard of, or that it was all sold out. Meth was next on the list. There was meth there, I could hear the fiends. I just followed the vibes. I found myself sitting in a group of what seamed like normals, with their camping gear onthe ground, propaine bar-b-q and all, in some strange pattern just outside of their tent.
I heard the words spoken slowly, "Its just about that time," said one body.
"I think your right, it IS just about that time," said another. The last word in the sentance indicated the subject of the topic was something almost sacrid like, if not speritual.
"Are you guys talking about.." I found myself saying to these people. The subject was almost a given. With very few soft words spoken we all took off our shoes and went into the tent to talk bussness. They brought out the mirror.
"Credit cards work best," said the one with the meth as he put a tiny amount onto the mirror and crushed it with both of his hands on the mirror. I was not in a possision to argue as he cut 3 tiny lines. "Tiny lines," he said "Big ones are unessessary," He snorted the first line, which was about an inch long and a milimeter wide. "They call me rookie," he said as he passed the mirror to his friend. His friend snorted, then I. The taste of the tiny line was strange. Metalic almost. Unnatural, artificial and chemical taste was in the substance we called "meth" at the time. Later on I would refer to it as "An ugly mix of unnatural chemicals" and "bad crack".
I told him his product was sufficiant for its purpose and I wished to buy some. He brought out a point wrapped in paper, and placed in a tiny baggy that had a cheesy sticker on it that said "$1.95" or something similar. He stated a price at 35. I protested. With his words he used and his attitude, and his indication that he was here with his parents, I saw from his eyes that he ment bussness. Still, I let him see that 35 was too high for my budget. He droped to 30 and I was sattisfied with my purchace.
He asked if I needed a mirror. I declined and informed him that a smoking route was about to emmence. He gestured that smoking these chemicals was not a good Idea and he told me in the words to "not smoke it". I informed him not to knock it untill he tried it.
I left the tent with mixed emotions. As I put my shoes back on I felt totaly naked. Reality was comming back to me. Here I am, hundreds of miles from home, with nothing but speed and a few measly dollars. What would the good Doctor Thompson do in this situation? Probibly snort the speed and hitch hike to los vegas I thought, alas, I am not the doctor and I decided to smoke this nasty shit to keep me up to celebrate the night to come.
I stayed away from the main area where the vendors and stages were, and stayed close to the camping grounds and few trees there were dispite my search for a light bulb. Rooky had told me that I wouldnt be able to find a light bulb. I knew I would tho, there were bathrooms and stages to be explored, as well as RVs, there was a lightbulb somewhere at this strange and forgin place.
To pass the time, I had a few more beers and more tokes.
I made another stop at my tent to attempt to snort this foul shit. I let a tiny bump fall on my CD case and attempted to crush it. It didnt crush. "god damn," i thought. "I need a mirror." A trip back to the tent that I purchaced this at would have been too soon and embarassing to try and ask for use of their mirror. I snorted the uncrushed bump of this shit that looked like yellow poweder. It is difficult to discribe what the texture of this nasty fowl shit was like, too course to be called a powder, and too fine to be called rocks or shards. Tiny powerdy rocks would be the best term I think. The snort itself was the most painful snort I have ever felt. It really felt like crushed up glass. I imidiately tryed to unsnort it by blowing out my nose and this just made it worse. I didnt attempt to snort any more. I counted my losses and continued on my search for the lightbulb.
I decided to wait a while for crowds to dispruse from the bathrooms to explore them for a lightbulb. There must have been lightbulbs in there. Before I had a chance to go look for one, I once again stopped by 'Little Terrace' to say hello to my friends. By this time they had a sign up on a post stating that this particular location was, infact, little Terrace. By this time it was midafternoon, Around 4. I was getting tired, and if I didnt find a way to smoke this stuff I would probibly find myself back at that tent with the strange fiends snorting this nasty shit and wrecking my mucus membrains.
I found one of my friends had come for the second night who wasnt their the previous night. He had heard how exciting the first night was and couldnt resist checking it out for the second, third, fourth, or more nights to come at this location if the situation was right. I mentioned to him that I had meth. He instantly perked right up. He told me that they had a glass pipe that we could use. Instant relief. We casualy walked up to my friends truck. He examiend the narcotic. He notaced that the pimpin package was not overflowing with drugs. we decided to put a tiny amount on this home made test tube pipe. After it was droped in, we got maybe four or five hoots of chemical vapor. The smoke was very thin, almost transparent. However it was there, and we were tasting it. "low and pro" he said as we were smoking this shit in his truck, we didnt want anyone seeing us smoking this crack in public. That would be bad.
So we smoked maybe half of the point. We were high. He sat in the truck all cracked out. I went back to "little Terrace" to socailize. I put on some sunglasses so no one would know. Later on I felt that I needed a little bit more. I could feel the breeze in the air telling us that the sun was about to go down.
I managed to find myself another beer as me and another friend proceded to the truck, where the glass pipe was located at, so we could smoke these nasty chemicals. I should mention at this time none of my friends knew, or for that matter, know at the present time, that previous to my meth smoking I had sniffed xtc, which may or may not have containd methamphetamines and other chemicals other than MDXX.
We smoked the rest of the meth. I was wirred. Previous to this weekend I had never stayed up more than 17 hours in my life. This is one reason why this was such an eye opener for me, for now I like to say up days at a time running on nothing more than adrenaline and a good dose of life.
After all of the 'meth' was gone, it felt as if there should have been more. Most likely if I had snorted the point, it would have lasted me many many hours longer. Staying up was not the only reason I was smoking this drug. Other reasons inculded experimentation, the taste of the drug in my mouth, as well as the difference in highs it created, but forget that, this is erelivent to the trip report.
As I was sitting there with my friend, we discussed life and other topics of no importance. I notaced that in combonation of the weed, meth, sleep deprivatoin, beer and lingering effects of the E, i was having some very strange and significant halucinations. I notaced that beond the horizon, even tho it was still light out, I could see stars. I also notaced that there were two suns at one point, and then the sun was next to the moon. Occationaly the moon rotated around the sun, and every once and a while the whole sky would flash from blue with no clouds I could remember, to black with stars and a bright cresent moon, and then back. This happend several times. It is very hard to explain. It was a very twisted time, more so for me than my fellow meth smokers because they didnt know how long I had been awake, or what other drugs I was doing in combonation, nor did they care. I was alone in this twisted state, and at this time people were everywhere. The only thing keeping me safe was a ciggerete and sunglasses to look casual. It was tough being so tweeked out and twisted to act normal in this situation. My only hope was to act straight for a few more hours untill it got dark, then I would be safe.
When the sun went down the main act was on full furry on the punk rock stage. I saw some other people I knew in the mosh pit who had been doing coke. The band playing was a local band called "Lost Cause" and they held nothing back. The mosh pit was dangerous and I made sure that I steered clear of this dagerous hole. Some people were moshing hard, while some were dancing to the hard core sound of punk. Some, however, were moshing. One person fell at the beginning of a particularily long song and I could hear his screams of pain as he was stomped by the croud. The ambulance got there as the song ended. He was pulled out of the pit by paramedics. He was screaming a death scream as he clenched his ribs and spewed blood on the croud of unaware oblivious dancing hippies. "I hope he lives," I thought. "That could have been any one of us in there." The band played their next song as he was put in the ambulance, the singer unaware of what was going on.
What happend for the next few hours is not only irrelivant, but also embarrasing, I will write about these moments another time.
As it got dark I found myself near my tent again, and it seamed as if my fire, aswell as others in the area had survived twenty four hours atleast. Who was fueling these fires remains a mystery. I sat around a tent and was passed some everclear. A young fool next to me snatched the bottle of what looked like watter from my hands and chugged it back dispite my warnings and pleas, for he was wasting precious alcohol. Atleast he learned a lesson. "Let it burn" I thought, "Serves him right."
I met a guy with a suitcase full of mushrooms. I was broke. I had no money for this because I had spent it all on beer and other liquids.
I seen a few people on acid that were speaking in tounges with enormous unnatural smiles on their faces out in the open. Very ammusing, humorous and entertaining. Good vibes for everyone
I smoked a lot of dope and then, enevitably passed out, luckaly in my tent.
This is the end of my trip report. What happend next was I got a ride home, my family picked me up. The ride home was not plesent, however, I knew this experience was worth the trubble I put my family though, for it was the best learning experience I have had in the subject of life I ever had.
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
At times it was hard to write this because typing out all of the little details of the experience made me cold because I can remember how warm I felt when I was on the drugs, and this makes me feel cold, its like I remember the warm feeling of the drug, yet I am unable to feel it now, because the experience is over.
I wrote some verses that were ment to be MC'd hip hop style on how the sky keep changing shortly after smoking the drugs, however, it could easily be seen as a poem, and I will post It if i can find it.
If I had to guess, I would have to say that there was a large amout of meth in the pills i snorted, as well as MDA and MDMA in there as well. Due to the strangeness of the high there may have just been some MDEA in there, I wouldnt know too much about that tho, because of my limited experience with that chemical.
As for what I smoked? There was definately some meth in there, what was used as a filler is still unknown. "Rooky" probilby cut it with paint chips and/or some other nasty chemical.
I highly suggest checking out this festival, it changed my life.
K.
The trip reports I have been writing are in order from least experienced to most experienced, and so far, this is the most powerful drug experience I have ever had to date.
Set and setting:Midsummer Festival.
If you have been there, you may already be able to predict what this trip was like. For those who have never heard of it, some background information at their website would be helpfull for you to fully understand what this experience is like: http://www.bvfms.org/ please look at the pictures link, and the camping link. This will save me time in writing what the set and setting were like. It is also highly suggested that you look at the map on the camping link. Note that this place is huge. At the bottem where it says "off limits" at the time of this experience it was not off limits, and you could go there, and that is where I was camped. Immagine a airport without all of the runways and control towers and roads, just some dirt roads to get to where you wanted to go, and long grass. See where it says "Stage 3" that is an airport hanger. It is enormous in there. Thats where they played the punk rock. More on this later.
I am hesitant of writing this trip report due to the insanity of my trip, and the hazyness of my memory thoughout this summer because of all of the drugs I did and beer I drank. I cant remember events that happened, or what happend when very well at all. That and I am still having visulals (im cracked out) from this experience.
BACKGROUND INFO - SUGGESTED READING:
It was my first time at this festival. I didnt know what to expect. On our way there, my dad drove passed some friends of mine hitch hiking there. This I live in a bumb fuck town called "Terrace" and this place is in "Smithers" that is about 3 hours away, or 300 miles away, depending how fast you drive.
When I got there I was enjoying myself. A lot of school friends were there also, enjoying the vibes. I was meating lots of new people, infact, too many people to remember them all. I started off the night by getting ripped on weed. Weed is pritty much free there, there is lots of it. If you looked hard enough you could find any drug you wanted at this place.
So I set up my tent in a field and when the breeze got cool i started a fire near my tent. There were other people setting up tents everywhere, just none too close to mine.
My tent was, maybe about a kilometer away from my nearist friend who was from the same town as I, like I say, this place is large.
I walked around the place for a while, groovin to the music that was being played on the main stage. It was nice. I walked passed a huge row of vendors. I notaced they were selling everything from large novlety bongs to glass pipes expensive forgin rolling papers. I bought some rolling papers and a small pipe and some screans.
I then walked back to where my tent was set up. I notaced that I could almost go barefoot, heck, i could probibly walk around naked if I wanted to. I noted that there were several other camp fires that sprung up around in the area where I chose to pitch my tent. I asked some people near by if there was any E floating around. They told me information such as "yeah, its killer" and "yeah, there is musical notes here".. now that I think of it, the statment "yeah, there is musical notes here" could have been a drug induced blabber, I am not sure. Also some one told me that "There is Mickey Mouse here". I finaly found some one who said they could get me some E. He wanted to take my money and go and get it, however, I would not give him any money unless he had the E. So we journyed passed many tents on a walk to where this guywhohadE's tent was set up. He was set up in a tent trailer. People were playing the guitar outside of it and smoking ciggerettes. The boy introduced me to the man, and i thanked him (the boy), and walked into the tent trailer. On the inside there were several people sitting at a table laughing. It was strange. I asked him if his E was any good. He told me I asked too many questions and sold me 2 pills for 30 each. It was expensive, however, from the look in his eyes I could tell I was getting a deal. I under-estimated.
TRIP REPORT:
It was dark, after a few hours of wondering, I finaly found my way back to my tent. In the dark all tents look the same. I went into my tent, filled up with soft things and blankets. I pulled out a CD case, a flashlight and a lighter. I crushed up the pills. The pills were honking. The huge pills were very hard and had no press on them. I crushed them up on the cd case. It left a huge layer of crushe powder on my cd case, it was unlike any pill texture-wise that I have come across. I lined myself up 3 or 4 huge honking rails. After the first two I was rolling around in my tent in ecstacy and moaning like a cow would moo. I finished the rest of the pill, which was way more than I needed. I proceded outside to find many people standing around the fire I had built myself. It was great. What happens next is hazy. I find myself sitting In my folding chair with lots of people around me. Just over 300 miles from home there is no turning back now. I note that I am comming up very fast and really strong, stronger than any pill I have ever tried before. I then go back into my tent about 20-30 minutes later and crush up the next pill. It seamed like there was a hell of a lot of the powder. The shit I crushed up was very dence. They were hard pills. The burn was not as bad as the drip, which seamed to linger for hours. There was so much powder that I felt that I couldnt snort any more. I still had clean up to do, however I was so high, i probilby couldnt have scraped it up to save my own life I was so high. The feelings came in waves. At the time I was not too experienced, so I wouldnt have been to pinpoint the exact ingeredience of the drugs that were in the pills at the time (more on this at the end) to the accuracy I have now.
I some how managed to gather my wits. I notaced that It was cold out so I put on another layer of clothing. I managed to unzip my tent, get out, and zip it back up. I noace that there is a lot more people in this area than once thought. I managed to get out my folding chair once again, and sit by the fire. I then looked up at the flames and shit was flying passed my head at break neck speeds. I am still not sure what these things were, I am guessing that they were sparks and ashes from the fire, and with combonation with the pills, they were giving me insane halucinations. I was going up faster than my halucinations. The faster I got high, the higher I got. I looked up again and sparks were flying around like tiny flying saucers lifting off into the stratisphere. Time seamed warped, aswell as the rest of reality. I was going retarded. I could feel air comming out of my ears. This was not a good thing, however, I did not resist, for the high was worth an damage done to my head.
I could see people across the fire from me, looking at me smiling. I knew what they were seeing, helpless to stop it. Luckaly I could look as stupid as I wanted, be it that I would never see these people again. I could feel a vibe of two types. The click, and the evils. I senced that there were ugly things happening at this place, however, those ugly things were not happining where I was located at. I was lucky, for if a crazy had wondered passed I would have been unable to defend myself in that state.
The night went by quick, and it was starting to get bright out. The sky changed from starless pitch black to a very dark shade of blue. I notaced that I had peaked. A peak that I am yet to top. I was so high at the time a year could have passed and people could have been having sex infrount of me and all I would have seen were the sparks from the camp fire flying what seamed like miles up into the sky. I dont know who kept that fire going and I thank whoever it was, for if that fire would have went out i would probibly have passed out, outside of my tent and froze my toes off. Come to think of it, i was in a much similar state to what that guy in 'Go' was in at the end of the night freezing by a dumpster, however, I was around a fire and with lots of good people present. To say the least, the visuals were very insane and un earth like. Very alein.
For the first time in hours I stood up. I felt the two vibes coliding. The warriors (myself included) who protected the princess looking girls, and the evils (the crazies). I was hanging around this one guy who looked twenty or so who was drinking all night who emerged out of the darkness just before it started getting light. He was my life source. Without this pissed drunk warrior type, I would be lost in the chaoss of hippies, crazies and drug people. I knew my friends were near, however, in the state I was in, It would take me hours of confusion and incoherent babbling to parrent type people and event security by me before I found anyone I would know. This guy was drunk, not looking for a fight he wanted to mingle. I was totaly up for mingling. A bit intimidated by this muscular man, I meirly stood around watching conversation. Hours of drinking made this guy aggressive, not in the 'im going to hurt you way,' more socialy agressive than anything. There were people like him around.. been up all night, ready to mingle with the other people who had been up on strange substances all night sharing this strange and insane experience with them, and waiting for their friends who had passed out drunk to awake. The people who had drunk had passed out everywhere. In the fields, in other peoples tents, underneeth parked R.V.s. At this time I knew that the good and the bad were about to meet. I stuck close to this brave young warrior. Then it happend. Two natives came out of nowhere. One of them was crazy. The taller one started blabbering about his friend (the crazy) who he had found passed out and some slick prankster had written racial and sexual slurs all over his face with a majic marker. I kept my mouth shut and let my new found aquatiance handle this, for he was my only friend at this ugly scene. The man had passed out and things such as "Stupd dum cock sucking squa" and other, obiously miss spelled, ugly terms had been written all over his face and arms. The man was very clearly upset by this. His taller friend had said that he wanted to find out who did this and 'hurt' him. The crazy started talking about fighting. The girls were screaming in protest, for all they wanted was sweet hippy love, and I couldnt blame them, especialy in this ugly situation. The crazy man was obiusly ready to fight. I was intimidated, so was my friend, and he knew this. He did not want to fight, however, these men had ruined our festive vibe and working this out was inevitable. The warrior sized the man up, and I could see he was intimidated, however, we all could see that he could render the man harmless if the crazy had tried to do anything. The crazy was slowly comming to his wits and his aggression had subsided. A lot of tention was released when the crazy showed intrest in a lady. I had let him get away with his rudeness and walked away, to explore my new found soberness.
I had seen that there were still many people awake, high on life, drugs and booze. This was good, for I didnt want to be the only one around who was still awake.
As the sun came into full view I felt good. I had checked out some of the opening acts, as the music was enhanced by the drug which was still in me, and the weed in the vacinity was still fluent. Those of us who had been up all night were in no mood for coffie and simple hippy chores, we wanted beer. After finding alcohol I found some of my friends from back home. They seamed to still be awake, on beer and high on life. Some had just awoke from a good sleep. I seamed to be the only one away from the base camp that my school chums had set up and named, quite nicely infact, "Little Terrace," because it was, infact, a little Terrace (the name of the town that we reside in), with the exception of a few other campers from our town who had camped in other areas on the grounds, however, none of these tents were placed quite as far away from "little Terrace" as mine was. It was quite a walk from my tent to where my friends had set up their tent city. A good saturday morning. Beautiful to watch and listen to the sounds of rock and roll comming from the main stage. I tended to stay away from the stages with the exception of stage two (the punk rock stage) due to all of the normals watching the foalk music play with their familys.
Even tho I had come down off of the drug, there was still drugs in me. I let myself know that If i didnt find a reliable source of beer that I would soon pass out if I didnt find more narcotics. Coke was out of the question, it was too expensive for my megar budget. Mushrooms were next on the list, however, it was said that there were no mushrooms around at the time, atleast, not untill it got dark again. There was no acid to be heard of, or that it was all sold out. Meth was next on the list. There was meth there, I could hear the fiends. I just followed the vibes. I found myself sitting in a group of what seamed like normals, with their camping gear onthe ground, propaine bar-b-q and all, in some strange pattern just outside of their tent.
I heard the words spoken slowly, "Its just about that time," said one body.
"I think your right, it IS just about that time," said another. The last word in the sentance indicated the subject of the topic was something almost sacrid like, if not speritual.
"Are you guys talking about.." I found myself saying to these people. The subject was almost a given. With very few soft words spoken we all took off our shoes and went into the tent to talk bussness. They brought out the mirror.
"Credit cards work best," said the one with the meth as he put a tiny amount onto the mirror and crushed it with both of his hands on the mirror. I was not in a possision to argue as he cut 3 tiny lines. "Tiny lines," he said "Big ones are unessessary," He snorted the first line, which was about an inch long and a milimeter wide. "They call me rookie," he said as he passed the mirror to his friend. His friend snorted, then I. The taste of the tiny line was strange. Metalic almost. Unnatural, artificial and chemical taste was in the substance we called "meth" at the time. Later on I would refer to it as "An ugly mix of unnatural chemicals" and "bad crack".
I told him his product was sufficiant for its purpose and I wished to buy some. He brought out a point wrapped in paper, and placed in a tiny baggy that had a cheesy sticker on it that said "$1.95" or something similar. He stated a price at 35. I protested. With his words he used and his attitude, and his indication that he was here with his parents, I saw from his eyes that he ment bussness. Still, I let him see that 35 was too high for my budget. He droped to 30 and I was sattisfied with my purchace.
He asked if I needed a mirror. I declined and informed him that a smoking route was about to emmence. He gestured that smoking these chemicals was not a good Idea and he told me in the words to "not smoke it". I informed him not to knock it untill he tried it.
I left the tent with mixed emotions. As I put my shoes back on I felt totaly naked. Reality was comming back to me. Here I am, hundreds of miles from home, with nothing but speed and a few measly dollars. What would the good Doctor Thompson do in this situation? Probibly snort the speed and hitch hike to los vegas I thought, alas, I am not the doctor and I decided to smoke this nasty shit to keep me up to celebrate the night to come.
I stayed away from the main area where the vendors and stages were, and stayed close to the camping grounds and few trees there were dispite my search for a light bulb. Rooky had told me that I wouldnt be able to find a light bulb. I knew I would tho, there were bathrooms and stages to be explored, as well as RVs, there was a lightbulb somewhere at this strange and forgin place.
To pass the time, I had a few more beers and more tokes.
I made another stop at my tent to attempt to snort this foul shit. I let a tiny bump fall on my CD case and attempted to crush it. It didnt crush. "god damn," i thought. "I need a mirror." A trip back to the tent that I purchaced this at would have been too soon and embarassing to try and ask for use of their mirror. I snorted the uncrushed bump of this shit that looked like yellow poweder. It is difficult to discribe what the texture of this nasty fowl shit was like, too course to be called a powder, and too fine to be called rocks or shards. Tiny powerdy rocks would be the best term I think. The snort itself was the most painful snort I have ever felt. It really felt like crushed up glass. I imidiately tryed to unsnort it by blowing out my nose and this just made it worse. I didnt attempt to snort any more. I counted my losses and continued on my search for the lightbulb.
I decided to wait a while for crowds to dispruse from the bathrooms to explore them for a lightbulb. There must have been lightbulbs in there. Before I had a chance to go look for one, I once again stopped by 'Little Terrace' to say hello to my friends. By this time they had a sign up on a post stating that this particular location was, infact, little Terrace. By this time it was midafternoon, Around 4. I was getting tired, and if I didnt find a way to smoke this stuff I would probibly find myself back at that tent with the strange fiends snorting this nasty shit and wrecking my mucus membrains.
I found one of my friends had come for the second night who wasnt their the previous night. He had heard how exciting the first night was and couldnt resist checking it out for the second, third, fourth, or more nights to come at this location if the situation was right. I mentioned to him that I had meth. He instantly perked right up. He told me that they had a glass pipe that we could use. Instant relief. We casualy walked up to my friends truck. He examiend the narcotic. He notaced that the pimpin package was not overflowing with drugs. we decided to put a tiny amount on this home made test tube pipe. After it was droped in, we got maybe four or five hoots of chemical vapor. The smoke was very thin, almost transparent. However it was there, and we were tasting it. "low and pro" he said as we were smoking this shit in his truck, we didnt want anyone seeing us smoking this crack in public. That would be bad.
So we smoked maybe half of the point. We were high. He sat in the truck all cracked out. I went back to "little Terrace" to socailize. I put on some sunglasses so no one would know. Later on I felt that I needed a little bit more. I could feel the breeze in the air telling us that the sun was about to go down.
I managed to find myself another beer as me and another friend proceded to the truck, where the glass pipe was located at, so we could smoke these nasty chemicals. I should mention at this time none of my friends knew, or for that matter, know at the present time, that previous to my meth smoking I had sniffed xtc, which may or may not have containd methamphetamines and other chemicals other than MDXX.
We smoked the rest of the meth. I was wirred. Previous to this weekend I had never stayed up more than 17 hours in my life. This is one reason why this was such an eye opener for me, for now I like to say up days at a time running on nothing more than adrenaline and a good dose of life.
After all of the 'meth' was gone, it felt as if there should have been more. Most likely if I had snorted the point, it would have lasted me many many hours longer. Staying up was not the only reason I was smoking this drug. Other reasons inculded experimentation, the taste of the drug in my mouth, as well as the difference in highs it created, but forget that, this is erelivent to the trip report.
As I was sitting there with my friend, we discussed life and other topics of no importance. I notaced that in combonation of the weed, meth, sleep deprivatoin, beer and lingering effects of the E, i was having some very strange and significant halucinations. I notaced that beond the horizon, even tho it was still light out, I could see stars. I also notaced that there were two suns at one point, and then the sun was next to the moon. Occationaly the moon rotated around the sun, and every once and a while the whole sky would flash from blue with no clouds I could remember, to black with stars and a bright cresent moon, and then back. This happend several times. It is very hard to explain. It was a very twisted time, more so for me than my fellow meth smokers because they didnt know how long I had been awake, or what other drugs I was doing in combonation, nor did they care. I was alone in this twisted state, and at this time people were everywhere. The only thing keeping me safe was a ciggerete and sunglasses to look casual. It was tough being so tweeked out and twisted to act normal in this situation. My only hope was to act straight for a few more hours untill it got dark, then I would be safe.
When the sun went down the main act was on full furry on the punk rock stage. I saw some other people I knew in the mosh pit who had been doing coke. The band playing was a local band called "Lost Cause" and they held nothing back. The mosh pit was dangerous and I made sure that I steered clear of this dagerous hole. Some people were moshing hard, while some were dancing to the hard core sound of punk. Some, however, were moshing. One person fell at the beginning of a particularily long song and I could hear his screams of pain as he was stomped by the croud. The ambulance got there as the song ended. He was pulled out of the pit by paramedics. He was screaming a death scream as he clenched his ribs and spewed blood on the croud of unaware oblivious dancing hippies. "I hope he lives," I thought. "That could have been any one of us in there." The band played their next song as he was put in the ambulance, the singer unaware of what was going on.
What happend for the next few hours is not only irrelivant, but also embarrasing, I will write about these moments another time.
As it got dark I found myself near my tent again, and it seamed as if my fire, aswell as others in the area had survived twenty four hours atleast. Who was fueling these fires remains a mystery. I sat around a tent and was passed some everclear. A young fool next to me snatched the bottle of what looked like watter from my hands and chugged it back dispite my warnings and pleas, for he was wasting precious alcohol. Atleast he learned a lesson. "Let it burn" I thought, "Serves him right."
I met a guy with a suitcase full of mushrooms. I was broke. I had no money for this because I had spent it all on beer and other liquids.
I seen a few people on acid that were speaking in tounges with enormous unnatural smiles on their faces out in the open. Very ammusing, humorous and entertaining. Good vibes for everyone
I smoked a lot of dope and then, enevitably passed out, luckaly in my tent.
This is the end of my trip report. What happend next was I got a ride home, my family picked me up. The ride home was not plesent, however, I knew this experience was worth the trubble I put my family though, for it was the best learning experience I have had in the subject of life I ever had.
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
At times it was hard to write this because typing out all of the little details of the experience made me cold because I can remember how warm I felt when I was on the drugs, and this makes me feel cold, its like I remember the warm feeling of the drug, yet I am unable to feel it now, because the experience is over.
I wrote some verses that were ment to be MC'd hip hop style on how the sky keep changing shortly after smoking the drugs, however, it could easily be seen as a poem, and I will post It if i can find it.
If I had to guess, I would have to say that there was a large amout of meth in the pills i snorted, as well as MDA and MDMA in there as well. Due to the strangeness of the high there may have just been some MDEA in there, I wouldnt know too much about that tho, because of my limited experience with that chemical.
As for what I smoked? There was definately some meth in there, what was used as a filler is still unknown. "Rooky" probilby cut it with paint chips and/or some other nasty chemical.
I highly suggest checking out this festival, it changed my life.
