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A bunch of my friends and I in Portland, OR came up on a vial of straight up LSD. It was quite a lot of money--I can't remember how much it was at this point, but I do remember that the trips were amazing.
The first night I get a call from my excited friends. They told me they had the vial of acid. They told me to get some sugar cubes and some candy so we can dose them. This was my 2nd trip on LSD--and it fried my serotonin receptors for a good long while!
I arrived at my friend's house at about 9 pm. I busted out the sugar cubes and we dosed some of the sweet tarts after scratching off the glossy coating. I got about 12 hits for 50 dollars.
My friends and I ate about 3 of them at first. An hour and a half later, I had racing thoughts like you could not believe. My brain began to break down as my subconscious lost all control. My vision was flooded with spectacular colors. My pupils were the size of saucers. Everything looked like it was colored in Technicolor. People's faces would look distorted, and my thoughts were racing faster than I could process them. It was a real schizophrenic experience. And everytime something moved in my vision field, I would see massive tracers--like literally twenty after-images following the real image--you get me?
At the peak experience, I was totally dissociated from the world around me. I kept saying something like, "Oh man I'm so fucking fried after ALL THIS ACID". I probably said it like 30 times. Oh, and in the midst of the insanity, I continued to drop about 6 more doses. Now before any of you tell me I'm stupid, just stop because I don't want to hear it.
My friends probably got annoyed, but it's okay because we were all acting pretty crazy at that point. My friend, Mr. C, was saying, "Woah man what the fuck IS THIS SHIT????? It's nothing like weed!" Weed. Oh yeah, we remembered the ounce of indoor cannabis we had stashed away in Mr. C's bedroom. He busted that out and we smoked several joints. This practice went well into the middle of the night.
I can't say that the cannabis mellowed out the LSD, but it definately made my physiological symptoms subside a bit. By that, I mean it calmed down my racing heart and my clenched jaw. It also made the trip much more strange. I was having auditory hallucinations before we smoked the joint. After we smoked the pot, the auditory hallucinations became indistinguishable from actual things that I was hearing. Colors began to profusely bleed into eachother and nothing seemed real at all.
We sat on the couch on his porch and watched the Portland sun rise. We noticed the clouds and how pretty they looked. The edges of the cloudes blended in with the blue sky. Then I looked at my friend Mr. C. I looked straight into his eyes and saw the same psychotic mess that he probably saw in my eyes. He started laughing, then I started laughing. It was a frenzy of some sort--the kind of crazyness you can only experience on a massive dose of LSD. Remember the other hits I took after the intial dose? The thing about LSD is that it comes and goes. I peaked several times because my dosing was spaced out.
Laughing manically, so hard at one point, my brain must have been overwhelmed with activity because I began crying very hard at the peak of my laughter. LSD is an insanity-inducing drug, making you experience rapid mood swings. As I laughed manically, it all became too much and I began crying--bawling--as if something terrible had happened to me. I didn't feel terrible, it's just that my brain was so confused that it basically turned my laughing into crying. When I realized I was crying, I felt kind of stupid and embarassed. My friend understood--he was busy stripping his clothes off and yelling obsenities at the neighbors across the street while safe behind his back yard fence. "Hey I'm gonna kill you," he said. Then he laughed. Then he curled up in fetal position and his girlfriend helped him recooperate. She saw him off to bed.
Just when I came off the initial 3 hits, the other few hits I took began to peak. Oh god, here we go again. At this time, the morning had come, and my friend Mr. C was ready to collapse into bed for 2 days straight. Alas, it was time for me to catch the Trimet bus back to downtown Portland.
So I was very confused, still tripping hard, and I put all my dosed sweet tarts on a paper plate. I then covered the paper plate with aluminum foil. My friend told me that it looked suspicious, so I put a piece of bread on top of the plate covered with aluminum foil. Yeah, because you know, that wasn't too suspicious. My friend told me I was crazy to walk down the street with acid in plain view. You couldn't tell that to my drug-crazy mind.
So I wait for the bus, and it arrives. I fumble around and try to get change to pay the bus driver, but at this point my speech was so fucked up and I was so fried, I couldn't even put together a coherent sentence. I put 65 cents in the machine, and the bus driver looks at me as if to say, "uh, you're a dollar short." I just look at him like a psychiatric patient, then walk to the back of the bus. The bus didn't even want to mess with me.
I got home and could not sleep. I sparked another massive joint, ate some food, and came down. Staring out my window, I watched all the people walking around from my 5th floor view. I was exhansted but I couldn't sleep. I turned on some NPR, listened to it for a while as I smoked another huge joint. After being awake a good 36 hours, I passed out on my floor and woke up about 12 hours later, still not feeling quite "right", but I still felt alright.
My advice--don't do it unless you have a good psychiatrist hahaha...I was having auditory hallucinations for 2 days.
A bunch of my friends and I in Portland, OR came up on a vial of straight up LSD. It was quite a lot of money--I can't remember how much it was at this point, but I do remember that the trips were amazing.
The first night I get a call from my excited friends. They told me they had the vial of acid. They told me to get some sugar cubes and some candy so we can dose them. This was my 2nd trip on LSD--and it fried my serotonin receptors for a good long while!
I arrived at my friend's house at about 9 pm. I busted out the sugar cubes and we dosed some of the sweet tarts after scratching off the glossy coating. I got about 12 hits for 50 dollars.
My friends and I ate about 3 of them at first. An hour and a half later, I had racing thoughts like you could not believe. My brain began to break down as my subconscious lost all control. My vision was flooded with spectacular colors. My pupils were the size of saucers. Everything looked like it was colored in Technicolor. People's faces would look distorted, and my thoughts were racing faster than I could process them. It was a real schizophrenic experience. And everytime something moved in my vision field, I would see massive tracers--like literally twenty after-images following the real image--you get me?
At the peak experience, I was totally dissociated from the world around me. I kept saying something like, "Oh man I'm so fucking fried after ALL THIS ACID". I probably said it like 30 times. Oh, and in the midst of the insanity, I continued to drop about 6 more doses. Now before any of you tell me I'm stupid, just stop because I don't want to hear it.
My friends probably got annoyed, but it's okay because we were all acting pretty crazy at that point. My friend, Mr. C, was saying, "Woah man what the fuck IS THIS SHIT????? It's nothing like weed!" Weed. Oh yeah, we remembered the ounce of indoor cannabis we had stashed away in Mr. C's bedroom. He busted that out and we smoked several joints. This practice went well into the middle of the night.
I can't say that the cannabis mellowed out the LSD, but it definately made my physiological symptoms subside a bit. By that, I mean it calmed down my racing heart and my clenched jaw. It also made the trip much more strange. I was having auditory hallucinations before we smoked the joint. After we smoked the pot, the auditory hallucinations became indistinguishable from actual things that I was hearing. Colors began to profusely bleed into eachother and nothing seemed real at all.
We sat on the couch on his porch and watched the Portland sun rise. We noticed the clouds and how pretty they looked. The edges of the cloudes blended in with the blue sky. Then I looked at my friend Mr. C. I looked straight into his eyes and saw the same psychotic mess that he probably saw in my eyes. He started laughing, then I started laughing. It was a frenzy of some sort--the kind of crazyness you can only experience on a massive dose of LSD. Remember the other hits I took after the intial dose? The thing about LSD is that it comes and goes. I peaked several times because my dosing was spaced out.
Laughing manically, so hard at one point, my brain must have been overwhelmed with activity because I began crying very hard at the peak of my laughter. LSD is an insanity-inducing drug, making you experience rapid mood swings. As I laughed manically, it all became too much and I began crying--bawling--as if something terrible had happened to me. I didn't feel terrible, it's just that my brain was so confused that it basically turned my laughing into crying. When I realized I was crying, I felt kind of stupid and embarassed. My friend understood--he was busy stripping his clothes off and yelling obsenities at the neighbors across the street while safe behind his back yard fence. "Hey I'm gonna kill you," he said. Then he laughed. Then he curled up in fetal position and his girlfriend helped him recooperate. She saw him off to bed.
Just when I came off the initial 3 hits, the other few hits I took began to peak. Oh god, here we go again. At this time, the morning had come, and my friend Mr. C was ready to collapse into bed for 2 days straight. Alas, it was time for me to catch the Trimet bus back to downtown Portland.
So I was very confused, still tripping hard, and I put all my dosed sweet tarts on a paper plate. I then covered the paper plate with aluminum foil. My friend told me that it looked suspicious, so I put a piece of bread on top of the plate covered with aluminum foil. Yeah, because you know, that wasn't too suspicious. My friend told me I was crazy to walk down the street with acid in plain view. You couldn't tell that to my drug-crazy mind.
So I wait for the bus, and it arrives. I fumble around and try to get change to pay the bus driver, but at this point my speech was so fucked up and I was so fried, I couldn't even put together a coherent sentence. I put 65 cents in the machine, and the bus driver looks at me as if to say, "uh, you're a dollar short." I just look at him like a psychiatric patient, then walk to the back of the bus. The bus didn't even want to mess with me.
I got home and could not sleep. I sparked another massive joint, ate some food, and came down. Staring out my window, I watched all the people walking around from my 5th floor view. I was exhansted but I couldn't sleep. I turned on some NPR, listened to it for a while as I smoked another huge joint. After being awake a good 36 hours, I passed out on my floor and woke up about 12 hours later, still not feeling quite "right", but I still felt alright.
My advice--don't do it unless you have a good psychiatrist hahaha...I was having auditory hallucinations for 2 days.
