Acid, the last five or about six times that I have tripped, have always been just kind of odd experiences. Im not going to say that they were completely bad, I mean a few of them were getting pretty close. They were all just a bit odd, a little too odd for my own comfort level. It probably didn't help that they were with people who either a) had never tripped out on acid, or any other psychedelic in their lifetime, so a good time of the trip was me trying to relax them down, telling them that it is all in their head, that they will be O.K., that this is going to end and is not permanent, which in my case is a real bummer of a trip for me, as well as them kind of putting me in a little bit of a paranoid feeling of uneasiness, and filled with the worst anxiety. We were also in places that were unfamiliar to me, I mean places that I have never rolled at before, so I was kind of out of my element. Not being totally cool with my surroundings.
And, to top it all of, we not once had a sober friend there to watch over us, to calm us down if we got to wild, and the two times of the five or six times that we did do this, the person who was suppose to be the 'babysitter', in the sense, her drug resume consisted of smoking pot for the last few months, so she had no clue where we were coming from or where we were going, making for a shitty babysitter. And, one of the times, her whole entire goal was to get my only friend tripping on acid with me, this being his first time tripping on liquid dropped sweet tarts not knowing what to expect, her trying to take him into the next room and fuck his brains out. Leaving me alone, in the downstairs living room of my sister's brand new house alone, listening to them making wild, crazy sex. Definetly not cool! Definetly never again!
I might as well throw shrooms into the mix as well, as they are just a mild form of acid, which from my prior experiences are never too pleasant. That coupled with the fact, I have bought shrooms five times now, and three of those times, the shrooms that I took if that is what they even really were, were complete bunk. Which just goes to show me, I shouldn't pay for drugs unless I know they have been tested, as in they are ingested in my stomach, and the feelings of its effects are starting to show on me, before you recieve any of my money.
I also despise crack cocaine. My little step sister went thru a living hell, having a mother who was a crack whore, first, and a mother to her children, second. She send my step sister and her older brother to bed at 7PM, when it was still light out, with nothing to eat for supper, and nothing to drink for the rest of the night. She locked them upstairs in their bedrooms, placing wooden doors propped against the knobs so they couldn't leave. Eventually, after they had passed out, she removed the wooden chair obviously. The dumb bitch called her sister, saying, "Both of my feet are turning purple. All of my toes are like black and blue" Time elapsed say three or four hours now, "I dont know what is wrong, it went from my toes and now it has went all the way up to my ankles. I think I must have been bit by a spider, but it is weird that its happening to both of my legs." The next morning, my little step sister who was 6 at the time, and her brother who was 8 at the time, both woke up, went out to play in the yard since they couldn't wake up their mother. Hours passed, to the point that it was lunch time. They attempted to wake up their mother again to no avail. They knew, that if they would smack their mother in the face hard enough, enough time she would always come out of it. They lifted her body from the floor, her eyes were open and her skin was a purple color. Dead. Overdosed on crack cocaine, hydrocodone, and oxycodone. Their government paid housing apartment was such a mess, that my little sister literally had NOTHING. No toys, no clothes, N O T H I N G that was salvageble from that hellhole.
I also don't like crystal meth, don't got no story to go with that, though. Lucky all of you.
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