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Trippin"
Trippin" It was a small bit of paper, a little bigger than a quarter as I remember it, but it was square with a small, aquamarine circle in the middle. My roommate smiled at me and popped his in his mouth. I did the same. "It's supposed to be good" he said, as he smiled. His red face seemed redder than usual. His nose, larger than usual. It wasn't that the acid was kicking in already, it's just that he seemed to get larger than life when he was excited. And he was excited. I was concerned about the notorious bad trips which always seemed to make the news. He told me not to worry about it, to keep a happy, upbeat attitude and everything would be fine. He'd told me about some of his other trips. Some intentional, other's, not so much. He told me about the time he was working as a cook in a restaurant and one of the other cooks thought it would be funny to dose him. The cook didn't know he was an experienced tripper. He was more than familiar with the effects. He began to feel those familiar sensations and realized what was happening when a flame jumped out of the gas oven and ran down the door, across the floor and climbed onto the prep area where he was working. He knew that he couldn't continue to work so he told his supervisor he was sick and needed to go home. He did and said that he enjoyed the rest of the trip. If he filled me in on the details, I don't remember what he said. So, after we swallowed our acid it was time for dinner. He told me that it would take about a half an hour or so for the effects to start and thought we should get any public appearances out of the way in case their were problems. We went to dinner and sat with a few friends. He informed them of our pending trips and they were excited for us and wanted to find out about getting some or themselves. We hadn't been there long when my roommate said that we should get going. He was starting to feel the effects. I was still fine. We crossed the quad back to our dorm room and put on some music. I started to feel the effects. The best I can describe it was that it felt like a weird electronic pulse coursing through my body in waves. At first there were no hallucinations. As time went on things started to change. The maple trees that lined the quad appeared to be giant lizards. Quiet, unmoving and docile lizards. As I leaned out the window I looked at the grass. There was writing in the grass. I recognized the writing, cursive, but didn't dare to read what it said. I wasn't interested in risking a bad trip. So I left that bit of information to be. I often wonder what it said. The sun began to set and I decided to leave my dorm room. I wasn't going very far, just down the hall to the water fountain (that's a bubbler for you New England folks) When I arrived, not that it was all that long of a journey, a girl I knew was already there, getting herself a drink. As she pushed the button on the cooler her thumb appeared to be a foot long with numerous knuckles and joints. I smiled, ignored her outrageous thumb, got my drink and returned to my room. After a time one of the guys who lived across the hall came into our room. He had heard that we were tripping and wanted to find out how good it was. He was smoking a cigarette at the time. His interest was in seeing trails. He waved his hand. I saw trails. He smiled and as he left the room he said, "I've gotta get me some of that." It wasn't long when another friend came in the room. He was also aware of our little experiment. He had a moderate case of acne. In my condition, his acne was much, much worse. His pimples became these huge, red and throbbing volcanoes dying to erupt. His face was a whirlpool of pink and red and white, ebbing and flowing with the acne. It wasn't scary. It just was. It seemed to be a part of who he was. Good guy. He didn't belong in college. He had a propensity to get drunk and get in his car and drive until he sobered up. He'd be lost, figure out where he was and find his way home. He died that summer, got killed in a car accident. When I found out, my first thought was, "No" and then it quickly changed to "Yes". It was all too predictable. The night wore on and the trip went away. I didn't feel any of the side affects that my roommate warned me about. I was fine the next day, no fatigue or anything like that. The only part that hung on was that I would get that early pulsating feeling at different times over the next few months. There was no other negative effects. It wasn't something for me. Too little control and it takes too much time. I don't even drink any more. |
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was this a real story because it reads differently. just curious oui You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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was this a real story because it reads differently. just curious oui
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I've given up all mind altering substances over the years. But, one of my most memorable experiences was going to see "Apocalypse, Now" while very, very stoned. It was beyond surreal, the Doors "The End" playing and then the screen erupts with the jungle exploding with napalm. I was no longer stoned.
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I've gone from someone who would take a hit of acid from a stranger in a parking lot to someone who hesitates to take an ibuprofen if she doesn't need it bad enough. Go figure.
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I've gone from someone who would take a hit of acid from a stranger in a parking lot to someone who hesitates to take an ibuprofen if she doesn't need it bad enough. Go figure.
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