BornAgainYogi
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- Jul 14, 2014
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This was my third time taking LSD. The first two times must have been weak cause I couldn't have for seen what would happen with this new batch or maybe the first two trips I just had a tolerance idk :/. I went with my friend to pick the stuff up with him and two other people all of us around 20. The first trip I figured might as well take it with my family at home and it went down without a hitch. Went in my backyard cause I couldn't sleep tho at like 3am. A freakin raccoon came out of no where(I live in the suburbs) and almost petted me or something. Scared it off but was like wtf lol I didn't want rabies lol. Second trip no one was home. I hit up a friend asking if he wanted to smoke some weed but he didn't get back to me soon enough so I figured might as well take some LSD (I bought three blotters of this original batch). Was fine not much excitement but a sense of contentment all around no hallucinations or anything. He did get back to me after that trip a few hours later and we did end up smoking with a mutual friend of ours. The third trip was where shot got real. I scored four hits of acid and got someone to drop it with me. We talked a little and then decided to take the acid. He must've gone threw a lot to chill with me that day cause he was actually sick. He threw up outside his house after he took the LSD.(not sure if he was sick before hand or he just didn't like the taste.) Well I get dropped off at my house around 2pm and my mind is no longer mines. The filter of what makes one think about their thoughts rationally disappeared. I wanted to save the moment so I screen shot my phone thinking that it would save the whole moment lol. I have trouble getting into my house and drop all my stuff outside the door but can't find my key. My brother eventuality opens the door and I wave at him (not something I would ordinarily do). And he assumes I'm on something. So I go upstairs to my room but he doesn't want me leaving it so he shuts the door and tries to get me to calm down. However in my mind that's the farthest thing I could do. I start going off on how everything is empty(I study Buddhism and Vedanta) and I trash my room tossing everything shouting how there's nothing here. My queen sized bed which is heavy as hell is tossed. Shoes, items inside cabinets money everything is scattered on my floor.