dbailey11
Bluelighter
They say you never forget your first. And I happen to agree. This thread is for giving a brief account of your 1st time experiences with the Grand Dad of synthetic psychedelics: L.S.D.
I'll give the short version:
I was 15 and it was '94 in Clearwater Beach, Fl. The Dead had just played in Tampa the previous weekend, so there were plenty of hippies wandering around. I'd been getting into pot and had wanted to try acid; and since my cousin was visiting with my aunt from PA for Spring Break, I wanted to find some. We were walking along and this dude comes up behind me and says, "wanna buy some hits?"
I was all over it. He sells me a piece of paper about an inch squared- and there was no perforation in it either- I've never bought paper like that since. We haggled on the price and then smoked a joint- and dude was off just like that.
Anyway, I ended up eating the whole piece of paper because I'd been cutting small pieces off and nothing was happening. So three hours go by and nothing. I'm pissed because I've obviously been had. Me and my cousin are sitting out on a balcony outside our hotel room and he tells me a joke (which I can't remember now). So I start laughing at the joke; and then I can't stop. I just start cracking up for a few minutes and I realize 'oh shit it's coming on'.
I go to stand up and I can't feel my legs right- they're jello and I have to look down to make sure they're still there. Yep, still there! From there I was hit like a ton of bricks. I felt like I was going over the edge of the balcony and I sat back down. Whoah! What the fuck?
That night was the most perfect experience I could've asked for- more even. So so much happened. Complete out of body, we are all one, of course, it's so simple, archetypal acid trip. Awesome. And this was in a hotel with my aunt and cousin sleeping a few feet from me. No anxiety whatsoever, which to this day I find amazing. At one point I remember going out on the balcony and just rapping to myself, to no one at all; and then I go back in and excitedly but quietly wake up my cousin.
"Ben, wake up"
"What, huh?"
"Ben, I know why the universe was created."
"Why?"
"Because God was bored!"
"Go back to sleep."
"I can't."
Man that was a fucking incredible night. I'm sure I'll never have another trip that could ever even come close to matching that- the innocence of, with no expectations, just pure fun.
So please everyone, share your stories.
I'll give the short version:
I was 15 and it was '94 in Clearwater Beach, Fl. The Dead had just played in Tampa the previous weekend, so there were plenty of hippies wandering around. I'd been getting into pot and had wanted to try acid; and since my cousin was visiting with my aunt from PA for Spring Break, I wanted to find some. We were walking along and this dude comes up behind me and says, "wanna buy some hits?"
I was all over it. He sells me a piece of paper about an inch squared- and there was no perforation in it either- I've never bought paper like that since. We haggled on the price and then smoked a joint- and dude was off just like that.
Anyway, I ended up eating the whole piece of paper because I'd been cutting small pieces off and nothing was happening. So three hours go by and nothing. I'm pissed because I've obviously been had. Me and my cousin are sitting out on a balcony outside our hotel room and he tells me a joke (which I can't remember now). So I start laughing at the joke; and then I can't stop. I just start cracking up for a few minutes and I realize 'oh shit it's coming on'.
I go to stand up and I can't feel my legs right- they're jello and I have to look down to make sure they're still there. Yep, still there! From there I was hit like a ton of bricks. I felt like I was going over the edge of the balcony and I sat back down. Whoah! What the fuck?
That night was the most perfect experience I could've asked for- more even. So so much happened. Complete out of body, we are all one, of course, it's so simple, archetypal acid trip. Awesome. And this was in a hotel with my aunt and cousin sleeping a few feet from me. No anxiety whatsoever, which to this day I find amazing. At one point I remember going out on the balcony and just rapping to myself, to no one at all; and then I go back in and excitedly but quietly wake up my cousin.
"Ben, wake up"
"What, huh?"
"Ben, I know why the universe was created."
"Why?"
"Because God was bored!"
"Go back to sleep."
"I can't."
Man that was a fucking incredible night. I'm sure I'll never have another trip that could ever even come close to matching that- the innocence of, with no expectations, just pure fun.
So please everyone, share your stories.
