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they know you're trippin balls when....

thoughtsUnThought

thoughtsUnThought

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lol, an attempt for the counter-side of the coin....
sometimes, they can tell eaiser than you think you're letting them know (though obviously not always...)

my first answer....during a strong, strong cactus experience
After walking though a construction site around, i slipped into a hole, which i swear came out of nowhere...and got covered in thick goopy mud. instead of being upset, i laughed and started smering it upon myself, drawing tribal paint-esque designs. i proceed out back to the st. louis county street, mind you at 2 am. when a car drives by from behind, i'm shirtless, shoeless, and covered in mud...they slow down, with a look of horror on their faces (mid 30s indian couple, nice seeming people) as if saying "is this kid alright..?!" while looking for signs of distress on my face. I look over with a maniacal toothy smile and start waving like a pre-schooler waves bye to his parents while getting dropped off at school. needless to say their expression is one of puzzle at this point, and they slowly drive away.

in retrospect, they probably knew i was tripping balls :D
 
Lol tripping balls or just a dirty stupid hobo with nothing better to do than to cool off in the mud and make tribal signs on their face... I know im trippin when I see the first visual and laugh hysterically, exp: my carpet began to move like an animal my first shroom, and i couldnt stop laughing either because I was so happy i was trippin or because i was trippin... if that makes any sense lmao.
 
Picture this:

You walk into a little pizza place somewhat crowded. Your pupils are like saucers. You don't really know what to say when you get to the register, so you say the first thing you see.

"I'll get pepperoni"

Alright, you're doing alright so far. But then the wait begins for your slice of pizza, and then it strikes you— wait, I'm on 2 hits of acid! The trip then pushes itself into peak mode. Ego diminishing and the dissolving of all concepts isn't to convenient in a situation when you have an objective (seemingly simple in this case) and you need to communicate.

You call your sober buddy who's 5 or so minutes away because you told him that you wanted to do this by yourself and that it was an awesome adventure. Wrong. You're standing in the corner of the pizza place shaking because you're tripping balls and you don't know what the hell to do or what the fuck is normal or where your pizza is. You're about to look like some schizo freaking out on the streets. Your perception of time is null.

You call him every minute or so on your phone thinking it's been a long time, and at speaking level say "Dude, come on, get here faster man, help me, I'm tripping balls right now!"

He finally gets there and makes you realize your pizza has been sitting ready for a while to take.

You look at the ominous greasy slice of matter, bite it, and think, why the fuck did I get this? I'm not even hungry anymore!

When my buddy came and got me my pizza the lady at the register just smiled.

And that, is how they know you're tripping balls.
 
lol, i love it. :)

reminds me of one time at a festival when i was on mushrooms....
i was getting rather dehydrated, and while waiting in line, my sense of social formalities/norms melted away, and i just walked by the other people to the water cooler and starting pouring it into my mouth (from the little push nozzle) :), then i looked around apologetically and innocently and walked away....it was survival instincts i tell you..!!
 
zaggy said:
Picture this:

You walk into a little pizza place somewhat crowded. Your pupils are like saucers. You don't really know what to say when you get to the register, so you say the first thing you see.

"I'll get pepperoni"

Alright, you're doing alright so far. But then the wait begins for your slice of pizza, and then it strikes you— wait, I'm on 2 hits of acid! The trip then pushes itself into peak mode. Ego diminishing and the dissolving of all concepts isn't to convenient in a situation when you have an objective (seemingly simple in this case) and you need to communicate.

You call your sober buddy who's 5 or so minutes away because you told him that you wanted to do this by yourself and that it was an awesome adventure. Wrong. You're standing in the corner of the pizza place shaking because you're tripping balls and you don't know what the hell to do or what the fuck is normal or where your pizza is. You're about to look like some schizo freaking out on the streets. Your perception of time is null.

You call him every minute or so on your phone thinking it's been a long time, and at speaking level say "Dude, come on, get here faster man, help me, I'm tripping balls right now!"

He finally gets there and makes you realize your pizza has been sitting ready for a while to take.

You look at the ominous greasy slice of matter, bite it, and think, why the fuck did I get this? I'm not even hungry anymore!

When my buddy came and got me my pizza the lady at the register just smiled.

And that, is how they know you're tripping balls.
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It's so true. Perception of time is null. Somehow you can make 15 frantic phone calls in one minute's time and think that 45 have gone by.
 
once while on a good dose of mushrooms i was starting to come up pretty rough, and an underage buddy called wanting me to buy him cigs, i walk out of the woods to get into his car and we head towards the gas station. we nearly run out of gas but we made it there. my friend hands me a pile of change to pay with, at this point i do NOT want to be doing this, im coming up fast and its a bumpy climb. i walk into the gas station literally sweating buckets when a cop pulls up to get gas, which just makes me sweat more. my pupils are about as big as my eyeballs as i approach the girl behind the counter. the look on her face said 'what the fuck is this kid on?' which made me even more anxious. i manage to get out the words 'pack of marb milds' she quickly obliges while keeping her concerned look. i drop the handful of change on the counter and say 'thanks'. she KNEW i was trippin my mothafuckin BALLS off.
 
zaggy said:
Picture this:

You walk into a little pizza place somewhat crowded. Your pupils are like saucers. You don't really know what to say when you get to the register, so you say the first thing you see.

"I'll get pepperoni"

Alright, you're doing alright so far. But then the wait begins for your slice of pizza, and then it strikes you— wait, I'm on 2 hits of acid! The trip then pushes itself into peak mode. Ego diminishing and the dissolving of all concepts isn't to convenient in a situation when you have an objective (seemingly simple in this case) and you need to communicate.

You call your sober buddy who's 5 or so minutes away because you told him that you wanted to do this by yourself and that it was an awesome adventure. Wrong. You're standing in the corner of the pizza place shaking because you're tripping balls and you don't know what the hell to do or what the fuck is normal or where your pizza is. You're about to look like some schizo freaking out on the streets. Your perception of time is null.

You call him every minute or so on your phone thinking it's been a long time, and at speaking level say "Dude, come on, get here faster man, help me, I'm tripping balls right now!"

He finally gets there and makes you realize your pizza has been sitting ready for a while to take.

You look at the ominous greasy slice of matter, bite it, and think, why the fuck did I get this? I'm not even hungry anymore!

When my buddy came and got me my pizza the lady at the register just smiled.

And that, is how they know you're tripping balls.
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Omg I loled so hard reading that. Great fucking story! :D
 
you know you're about to be trippin' balls when you eat an 8th, drive for half an hour, and upon pulling up to the gas station for your oj, park about 6 feet from the curb, and are giggling wildly about it, and walk into the gas station to be surprised to find out how many bottles of oj seem to be in the fridge.

you know you're finally trippin' balls when, who knows how much later, you and your bf at the time are laying in lawn chairs during a full moon, 'moonbathing'

* another 8th later
 
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pastelcircus, do you actually drive on a psychedelic? That's incredibly irresponsible.
 
My friend comes into the room, and I'm sitting in the corner on this little stool, head in my hands, eyes either closed or looking at the carpet (which is swirling around at this point).
I say, "Oh yeah, thought I'd let you know that I took the angels off the wall. Did not want them up there all night."

And that is when he knew I was trippin' balls.
 
^^^LOVE IT^^^

This thread is great :P
Was tripping quite hard on K last night, i was doing some funny shit :P
talking about being in hyperspace while stroking my leg
hugging people for body warmth
getting up and stumbling around
dancing to backround noise
Ketamine makes me look like i have special needs so when i used to do it in wierd places (macdonalds, starbucks literally off the table during my cheeseburger) people probably think i'm just retarded :P
having a brother with autism i see a great similarity.
anyway some more funny shit
On some great pills for some reason i couldnt open my eyes. everyone thought i was blacking out, but i was still dancing.
Gurning my face off on Pills. literally rubbing my moustache with my bottom lip Everyone could teel i was having fun.
Me and my Girlfriend were chronically stoned and found ourselves walking like powerwalkers to the shop, got to the shop took 10 minutes to chose a bottle of water, awful red eye, dropped change all over the counter and powerwalked out. Guy behind the counter was laughing quite hard.

Usually I get quite bad red eye when i'm stoned, but not if i smoke hash (wierd) so noone in my college tutorial could tell i was high until i spent £10 on mcdonalds and ate it in around 3 minutes.

too many of these situations i'll stop.
 
euphoricnod said:
pastelcircus, do you actually drive on a psychedelic? That's incredibly irresponsible.
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x2. I once tried to drive, i made it to the end of my street, and turned around and headed back home. Not a good idea.

Although moonbathing is always a good idea. lol
 
They know you're tripping balls when you go to walgreens on a few hits to buy 6 cans of whipped cream and go around the store laughing hysterically. And whenever you get weird looks you realize you need an "excuse" so your friend tells everybody how excited you and your friends are about that cake you're going to make with the whipped cream.
 
Your on 3.5g of mushrooms + 20mg of 2cb at 7am. Your out walking pass detox and attempt to wave down a oncoming vehicle thinking it may be your buddy. Vehicle comes to a stop and you realize you don't know them and keep on walking. Minutes later 3 cop cars show up asking you questions such as your name, birthday, address, current presidents name, ect. You have a hard time remaining calm answering them so they call the paramedics. Minutes later the paramedics show up and the cops escort you into the back of the ambulance. You take a seat in the chair and they buckle you up. A cop rides along with saying it doesn't matter if your on meth, acid, xtc, shrooms, or weed. Were going to help you. Ambulance stops you walk out and lay down into a bed. Nurses strip you down naked and start hooking up IV's and what not. You ask yourself am I really tripping at a hospital? Am naked? I've got tubes coming out of my hand and arm with a wet cloth over my forehead? Nurse asks you if you want to have anyone contacted and you remain silent. You pass out minutes later. You wake up around 3pm later that day. Nurse comes over to you ask her questions. You get the OK to leave by the doctor and all you need is a driver to come get you to be discharged.
 
euphoricnod said:
pastelcircus, do you actually drive on a psychedelic? That's incredibly irresponsible.
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It is. Myself and 2 friends tooks 2 hits of cid each and drove to a canyon to go hiking. After the hike drove 40 minutes to a Dodger game where we took many weed bowl rips and nos balloon inhalations in the parking lot. We sauntered through the gate, each wearing different colored Ray-Bans to hide our black-holed eyes. Dodger dog and frozen minute made. Incredible. Driving back home (still tripping on acid) we observed a gnarly wreck. 2 cars totaled, a couple police officers nearby. At home we went swimming. Not thinking clearly any longer we each took hits of nitrous oxide on the diving board and jumped in. I took a great dive-but forget to pull up once immersed in the water. I drove straight down and hit my face on the bottom on the pool. Half my being went red, the other blue. Later we went to see Hellboy 2-munched a huge bag of sour skittles.

3 days later my nose was bothering me so I asked my chiropractor to look at it. It was broken.
I told him what happened-without the mention of any drugs-

But he isn't stupid-and that's how he knew I had been tripping.
 
i don't do it, i have done it,
i took my dose in transit and made the assumption that we would make it to the crib before it hit,
and that assumption was mostly right, and our destination was 5 minutes after the gas station,
but yes, it is irresponsible
 
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