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Don't eat the brown acid
by ezy at 08:43 PM on March 04, 2003
I figured a little peek in to the life that used to be mine would be a good way to begin this. That way everyone can see the possible reasons for me being the freak I am. I don't try. I just am. This little episode took place when I was still in high school. I fancied myself a Dead Head and, seeing as how I'd been to more shows than all of my friends, that fact established me as the resident expert. This had its perks, like knowing where all of the good drugs were. There were cons also. Getting laughed at and publicly ridiculed being one. The small redneck town I grew up in (7,000 strong) didn't have a soft spot for anyone not driving a pick up truck, hauling a coon dog, rifle (shotgun optional) hanging in the back window blaring David Allen Coe's x-rated masterpiece. I didn't fit in this demographic, needless to say.
The story I want to tell you is the time I decided to become a janitor. Well, decided makes it seem like I had a choice. I didn't.
My friends and I scored some white blotter one Friday night. Same old, same old. We'd done this many times. We didn't hunt game so our options were limited on weekends. We all decided to go up to the parkway, find a camping spot, build a fire and watch it like idiots. We didn't care that there were bears and other carnivorous beasts around. We'd be tripping and therefore invisible. I took it upon myself to dole out the paper because one friend with us was rather shady. You know the kind. One for you five for him. I gave them out. Since my buddy Steve and I did the leg work and paid for the majority we ended up with ten hits between us. We took our usual three hits apiece and waited. 20 minutes, 30 minutes, 45 minutes.......nothing. Sir Super Shady aka Shawn was getting a bit anxious. "Damn! You guys got taken. This is just paper!" says he. "Nah man," I said "I used the same guy we always use. Maybe it's just weak and we need to take more?"
I would come to regret those words.
All of us took the rest of what we had. Ten minutes later I heard a sound like a freight train coming through the woods. Seeing as how there were no tracks, on top of this mountain, I began to get concerned. I looked over to Steve and his eyes were now totally black. I thought this was strange due to him having green eyes. Then he began to melt which was not registering in my addled brain.
Let me just say here that I had never had intense visuals on acid before so this was all new to me. The fire was beginning to look very sinister to me, and I was sure it was plotting to take all of us to hell. Suddenly, a change of scenery seemed like a good idea. We doused the fire, an amazingly difficult thing due to our state of mind, and left. I was almost to the car when I decided I'd better go back and make sure we had done a thorough job. I got back to the fire and sure enough, it was out. The smoke curling up from it was having a very hypnotic effect though. I was mesmerized. I no longer had any concept of time. My friends showed up a minute later. Seems I had been gone for thirty minutes. Go figure. They all thought I'd been eaten by something or had wandered away like our other friend at a Dead show, though that is another story. We finally all piled back in Shawn's 1979 Granada which was yellow with primered spots. We had christened it the "bruised banana" months ago but now that seemed like the funniest thing any of us had ever heard. We cackled for a while and then Shawn started back down the mountain.
Acid + car = lunacy
I found this equation to be an absolute as we started down the mountain. Half way down Shawn looks over at me and says "Damn man. I'm glad I'm not driving". I said "But Shawn. You are!" He found this to be extremely disturbing and immediately pulled over. Being the protector of friends I am, I offered to drive. In my estimation, I was the only one who could get us off that mountain safe. Amazingly enough I did. We putzed around Steve's house, for a while, watching Pink Floyd's "Live at Pompeii", which did much for our general state of mind, and laughing incessantly.
Around five am I decided to head for home. I had to be alone for a while and home sounded good. I snuck in and barricaded myself in my room. I listened to music, played guitar, and stared in a mirror (bad idea) for what seemed like an hour. When I finally looked at the clock it was 8:30 Saturday night. How could this be? Why hadn't my parents even looked for me by now?
I decided to brave the house to see what was going on. Everything was quiet as a tomb. I looked around the kitchen and found the answer to my question. A note from the rents. "Robbie, left for the beach. No parties and clean your room." Normally that would've meant a party but there was only one problem. I was still tripping balls. I did the math. 8:30 last night to 8:30 tonight = Damn! 24 hours! I had never tripped for more than 10 hours at a crack and now I had lost an entire day? How could this be? That's when the evil Mr. Doubt crept in to my brain. "You're never coming down." he says. I'm not listening. I've heard about those guys but that couldn't happen to me right? Right!? Oh shit! Maybe it could. Maybe it’s happening right now! This really kicked my brain in to high gear. “What am I going to do?” I wondered. I'll never be normal again. Ok think, damn you, think. God, now I can never go to college, never be an engineer. Who's going to marry someone who's tripping for the rest of their lives? Certainly not my current girlfriend. Oh man, I've ruined everything. I know. I'll go on tour with the Dead. They'll accept me. They’ll have to die sometime though. What then? I know. I'll be a janitor. No one ever screws too hard with the janitor. I can push a broom, clean toilets, and get up kiddie puke with that foul orange mystery dust while tripping. If things get too intense I can hide out in the boiler room until it calms down. I now had a purpose. All I had to do was follow through and be cool. This could actually work. I went back to my room and "came to" Sunday afternoon. I looked around and everything seemed pretty normal. A few trails here and there but.........I'd stopped tripping!!!!! Thank you God for not letting me be a vegetable for the rest of my life. I'll never trip again I promise. I didn't touch anything else for years.
Later, I found out why that acid was so strong. It was window pane. Four hits rolled in to every one. That means Steve and I took the equivalent of twenty hits. The snapper-head that sold it to us swore he told us but he was tripping on it, during the purchase, so that seems suspect. That's not something I would've forgotten. This just goes to show. It’s all fun and games until someone gives you window pane.
comments (53)
Ezy you write really well for a veteran of these type of experiences. I too have been thru all that and your post sent it all flooding back to me. Now imagine having downed 2 hits of blotter and being in a loud video arcade when a seizure strikes. Oops.
by Anna at March 4, 2003 9:34 PM
I would just like to say that Drugs Are Bad. As in No Good. As in, My Mom Doesn't Let me Do Drugs. You all reading this should stay away from drugs.
by Eviltom at March 4, 2003 10:04 PM
I had some shit once that almost blinded me; I walked around my campus looking at Atari graphics. That lasted for a while, then I tried my key in the dormitory door and it turned into a mercury-like fluid, spilling between my fingers. I cried until someone opened the door for me. I went back to my room and plucked crayfish from my carpet. The acid had supposedly been acquired from a safety deposit box, one sheet, called "magic." That was my last dance with the devil.
by douchenation at March 4, 2003 10:34 PM
Lockheed no like psychodelics... no no no... I don't even like shrooms, Because when I take ACID or Shrooms, I become like the Average Joe, and that scares the shit out of me, and then I get all paranoid, that my personality will be completely blunted, and I'll just join the ranks of Investment Bankers, woo some uppermiddleclass wife, and then spawn two children in the suburbs. Well, at least it will be quiet in the suburbs.
by LOCKHEED at March 4, 2003 11:05 PM
Are you SURE you aren't still tripping??
by Linz at March 5, 2003 8:40 AM
Damn Anna. I think I may have flipped out in an arcade. Too many stimuli for sure. The only reason I didn't wig, in this instance, is that I remembered something my friend told me on my first time. He said to treat everything I see, that seems strange, like it isn't there because it probably isn't. Then close your eyes and, if it's not real, it'll go away. If it doesn't go away, run.
Yea, I try to come off humerous but this was some serious shit, at the time. I actually thought I was never coming down. I never took acid again although it was around quite a bit. That trip scared the bejesus out of me.
Linz, you're scaring me.
by Ezy at March 5, 2003 9:31 AM
Kiddies, listen to Uncle Eviltom. Drugs are bad. Stay in school.
by Ezy at March 5, 2003 9:35 AM
only psychodelic i've done is shrooms...i had the "if it grows naturally, it can't be all bad" mentality, which meant that acid was on the bad no-no list. i've had some pretty visual shroom trips though...plenty of breathing walls and such. my favorite visual was looking at a paint chip/burn mark and seeing a rat being eaten by a jellyfish. that kept me occupied for at least an hour...it was like the nature channel.
definitely had a friend who ended up perma-fried though...he tripped one day and never came back. last i saw him he was wearing a dress and claimed to be mary magdalene. drugs are bad, mmmmm kay?
by JC at March 5, 2003 10:56 AM
and just to clarify, no, my friend didn't get perma-fried off of shrooms. he tripped balls on acid one too many times.
by JC at March 5, 2003 10:57 AM
I had a buddy that took a permatrip in high school. He thought he was a spider for about a month then thought he was Jesus. He'd come to parties and bless everyone. I knew him well so it was very strange to look in his eyes and see no one home.
The scary thing about acid is that the person making it can get one strand wrong and and fry you. It's a bit like playing Russian roulette.
by Ezy at March 5, 2003 11:12 AM
Me too JC, I'm scared of acid. I liked the friendly mushroom, though I never had visuals from them. Honestly, the closest I came was from an over-saturated pot brownie. My friends & I sat around a fire speechless for several hours. It was not fun. It was very cold, I had to pee, and I thought I was gonna fall off the mountain.
What with the perma-fried-from-acid friends-of-friends I have, and the friend-of-a-friend who almost died because she took ecstacy & drank too much water (yes, that's right. This has happened to a handful of people. TOO MUCH water, and their bodies can't flush it, and they go into shock, sorta. Only women, too. weird.)
Ezy, you are not still tripping... or if you are, it's not affecting your ability to function, so screw it. = )
by Linz at March 5, 2003 11:14 AM
Let me make a correction before Eviltom beats me to it. Humorous. I knew that didn't look quite right. Dooh!
by Ezy at March 5, 2003 11:17 AM
You know the nutty thing? I've never had a "flashback" or anything remotely resembling one. In the right lighting situation though, I do catch trails. I'm not sure if that's just a product of the light and right set of circumstances or a direct result of the acid I did when younger.
by Ezy at March 5, 2003 11:30 AM
I'll take these testimonials as my Reason #45583498233 to say no to drugs. I've never done any, and I can honestly think I don't think I've missed much.
by Lucy at March 5, 2003 11:33 AM
Who cares about your drug-related exploits. I wanna here about being a Janitor!
by DUTCHWHISKEY at March 5, 2003 12:35 PM
LMAO. Great story. I had something similar happen to me once at the Galleria in Houston. I just knew we were all going to be taken away in straight jackets. I was positive helicopters were being deployed to sweep us all away to the loony bin where we belonged.
Driving! Yeah right if the road would just quit rolling in waves under the tires.
Ah...the memories.
by sydney at March 5, 2003 1:05 PM
Dutchy my bro, we were janitors, for a while, no? I remember that you could buff a floor with the best of them ;-) Shizzy my Nizzy.
Sydney, I didn't get the rolling waves but was trapped, in a cartoon, while driving. I fully expected Wile E Coyote and the Roadrunner to bolt across the road, forcing me to take evasive action.
by Ezy at March 5, 2003 1:37 PM
Mushrooms are the best. Three summers ago I did them every other weekend and spent much of the time on RollerBlades. I convinced my buddy, who was very drunk, to tow me with his car. He hit 35mph before I let go--it felt and sounded like I was riding on spurs. I wouldn't mind not coming back from a mushroom trip.
by douchenation at March 5, 2003 1:44 PM
MORE POSTS... NEED MORE POSTS... OR THERE WILL BE A COMMENTATOR MUTINY AND WE WILL START POSTING AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
by LOCKHEED at March 5, 2003 4:47 PM
Um, Lockheed, you already do that. I mean, you advertised fucking sports tickets in the comments. And say any old rambly unrelated thing you want. Since when do you have any sense of commenting etiquette?
by Linz at March 5, 2003 5:31 PM
SORRY, Linz. :( (dorky html frown). You're right. To an extent. But Lockheed feels all his comments have a statistically significant correlation p<.001. Seriously, just change the frequency of your mind body and soul, and it will be 1+1=2.
by LOCKHEED at March 5, 2003 6:01 PM
Well, in case you didn't notice Linz, there is hardly an instance where comments aren't hijacked. I can't think of very many posts I've written where the point of the last comment was in any way related to the theme of what I'd initially written. Lockheed is just an especially virulent example of this thread hijacking. And thats why we all love him. Except for you.
by mg at March 5, 2003 6:26 PM
Let the love flow. Linz, you need to send me a song or some poetry at least. I showed you mine ;-)
by Ezy at March 5, 2003 8:02 PM
What a debut! All I have to add is that the thought of Lockheed on psychedelics of any sort is scary beyond belief. I like him fine the way he is.
by Anna at March 5, 2003 8:41 PM
Also of concern is Lockheed's insistance on referring to himself in the third person. If he was on drugs, it might become like... the fifth person or something.
Mg, you are totally right, and that is part of the charm of this site. Shit. Really, Lockheed just speeds up the comment evolution, if you want to think of it as paralleling the action of mutating DNA.
Ezy, I'm sorry. I never remember when I have access to my email to send you some words. I will try with much gusto to remember next time.
by Linz at March 6, 2003 10:00 AM
I am confused and mildly afraid.
by Joseph at March 6, 2003 11:00 AM
Oh, and look, Linz is on top of me.
by Jospeh at March 6, 2003 11:01 AM
Ahhhhhhhh. We can only dream.
by Ezy at March 6, 2003 12:35 PM
Hey there Ezy...I stumbled upon your story while looking for info about the classic Woodstock quote "don't eat the brown acid"...was not expecting to get a good read and a really good laugh. That was so funny....had to wipe away the tears to keep reading. So well written too.
Was stuck in the eternal trip myself many many years ago...36hours...so I could totally relate. Until now I've never met anyone who's had the same experience.
Just want thank you for the excellent laugh...I was feeling a bit overwhelmed trying to keep up with modern life and now I feel refreshed...remined that whatever doesn't kill ya makes ya stronger.... now I can go on and deal with all the establishment shit that's threatening to eat me alive today.
bearfoot
by bearfoot at August 26, 2003 1:35 AM
Hey Bearfoot. Glad you dug the story man. That was some seriously fucked up shit when it happened. 36 hours man! That is a long time to see wavey gravey. Twenty four damn near turned me into a drooling idiot. Whatever doesn't kill you will definitely make you stronger. I have lived by that creed most of my life. Don't let the man get you down bro. There are a lot of us flying just under the radar and no one knows but the others flying in the same place. Peace man.
by Ezy at August 26, 2003 4:57 PM
dude that is one of the best stories I have read. The best quote "acide + car = lunacy....." "damn man I am glad I am not driving, but he was"
holy crap did that bring back memories of sitting back with the friends out in the woods at a campfire with a lonely tapedeck playing a tasty show like some early 70's jam's. Nothing like all your buddies and you rising mysteriously and just start dancing to a choice "EOTW" or some other tasty tune.
Sorry but I do miss those times. I believe in my career I ate roughly over 400 hit's of blotter. Yeah I used to count. I know silly but hey sue me!;) While this may be a walk in the park for some it made for some very fun times.
And by the way, while no he wasn't the whole band, I miss Jerry! I just don't get the same feeling I used to. Maybe it was lost in my youth or maybe it's something else.
Still on occasion while driving home from work I'll pop in a show. Just driving along not a care in the world, a smile will creep accross my face. I feel my body bopping around to the beat. Then like it used to, Jerry will hit that one note with his guitar or voice, and those goosebumps roll over my body like waves during high tide, and I feel like I am home again!
by likwidkool at January 9, 2004 12:58 AM
Likwidkool, thanks man. It is pretty funny now. At the time though, it scared me shitless. I never counted my hits but I did used to sell and had it on me all the time. I'm sure I took well over 100 hits during that time.
I do miss the carnival atmosphere of Dead shows and the music, of course. I hear ya on Jerry also. He wasn't the entire band but his guitar work was so distinctive that no one else sounds right in his place. I was in Bosnia when he died and the summer before I caught one of their last shows in Charlotte, NC. It was good but they seemed like they lost a few steps. The energy just wasn't the same. Well man, glad I could give you a laugh and take it easy.
by Ezy at January 9, 2004 5:04 PM
top tripping story ezy i had the same kinda shit when i took 5 test tubes one weekend and everyone else took 3 and lost the plot.the thing to remember is if you take a half when pissed at 3 in the morning then next night it won't work.the folowing week i said"they arn't that strong,i'm aving 4 at once-well, i sold 1 to mate and necked 3 - oh dear,oh dear....have you ever tasted colour?it ain't pleasent also regarding the tracers,i get them all the time and after 6 cans of stella i get the sharpened visuals.i've taken 1000's of blotters and that's no exagerration and i feel fine.i stopped being paranoid when i quit speed.peace out.
by gazhat at February 21, 2004 5:25 PM
Gazhat, what's up man? Five test tubes!? You animal. I think what you describe above is what happened to all of us. We took those hits just three days after tripping on some other blotter. It was probably a combination of that and the acid being "creeper". I've never really tasted color but have seen some of the most vivid ones to date while tripping balls. Yea, and the trails still catch me sometimes. I'm sure it's a direct result of the acid I did while I was younger but I'm in denial so I chalk that up to the lighting ;-)
I used to do a bit of meth and it used to make me so paranoid that I would end up chewing on plastic ink pin cases all night. My mouth would be sore the next day so I decided that crystal wasn't the recreational drug for me. Well bro, take it easy and peace back at ya.
by Ezy at February 22, 2004 11:27 AM
sweet man,i used to take acid every wednesday,no more than 2 tabs and saturday.....well between 2-10!!,i was told that it took 2-3 days for it to clear your system before taking more for maximum effect and i think it was right!!
i don't really recall much of my life when i was doing it like that (1992-1996 ) except for throwing stones at my ex-girlfriends window at 6.00 in the morning totally fuked and walking around in a purple haze during the day..i live in the same kinda place as you,small town in the north east of england near durham and i stand out like a sore thumb-psychedelic guitar playing freak( i get stared at when i walk down the street with my strat in my hand like i have 2 heads!!! )hendrix t-shirt wareing hippy freak!!
one thing i will say is that as many fuked up trips i had,and there were a good few..........like hearing sheep in the middle of a housing estate miles away from fields and the best one............on my 21st birthday i had 7 strawberries and me and 2 of my friends saw somebody throw bricks through the front windows of a local pub .....when we got to the pub that this had happened,it was actually the SIDE windows that had been smashed.............pretty fukin freakey!!!!! basically we saw and heard the front windows being smashed but it was the side ones that got done...after that we went to my friends house to watch the doors movie.as it started i went to the bathroom and watched the carpet fly around the bathroom in big pink swirls.when i came back downstairs they told me i had been gone for an hour............
i don't regret taking acid,it made me the person i am.i believe it has helped me with my ability to learn music by ear on my guitar...........and has given me my unique taste in music..............90% of joe public don't have a fuking clue what good music is............ it's all manufactured shit who couldn't keep time in a clock shop ...................sorry for the rant.......it just really pisses me off when all it takes is some below average singer to be mr/mrs popular...........do these people know such great singers as steve marriott,arthea,otis,hendrix,morrison,roger dalterey...
peace out ..............................sorry for the rant but music is my life.....i live in a house of guitars and no girlfriend.
gaz
by gazhat at February 27, 2004 9:04 PM
Sounds Like Someone had a amazing trip, April the 4th (my birthday) only a couple nights ago, i ate three chocolate shroom bars. Big mistake, but it had been almost an hour and 20 minuts with no effects of the first or second bar, but soon after teh' third one was in my system, my brain took off. Later on i found out that the person i got these from said she'd tripped for 8 hours off of two, even though my trip only lasted 4-6, it was probably one of the most amazing things id ever experienced. The whole ordeal was full of things i cant even explain, it wasnt scary, but it did show me to be patient, and dont eat too much of something u cant handle completely. I ended up having a seizure that night, with my body tensing up in a ball, even though i dont remember it one bit. Im pretty sure that during the seizure was when was at my peak. I remember once seeing nothing but colors in front of my eyes, with everything vibrating, not being able to take control of my brain, i was fighing for my insanity, and the whole time seeing the look on ur trip sitters face as one of his best friends goes into seizures, i felt kinda depressed from that too, thinkin id been more of a hassle for him than a good time. But i guess it was ok, after all i did give him one of the four bars i had, and he tripped with me (fun) for about 2 hours. Always be patient, and smart. dont over-do-it or you will Definately Know it. Peace out, trip easy.
by V3Xmethod at April 6, 2004 1:49 PM
Tonight I had a random recollection of the saying "don't eat the brown acid", so I looked it up and found this page. I've smoked pot on and off for 7 years and I was talked into blowing some coke when I was drunk once, but other than that, I am pretty drug free. I read your story since I've had a recent interest in exploring other psychoactives. I really enjoyed the story, but after reading some of the comments here, I have decided that LSD is not for me. I have never taken LSD because I don't think my psyche could handle it, and because I seem to have an extreme sensitivity to all drugs (either from going insane at some point in my life or having a mother that took a lot of LSD, or both), but sometimes, I'd rather not go beyond where I've already been on pot :) But man, I know what you're saying about coming from a small hick town where everyone is a rowdy, gun-toting redneck. Ah, listen to me, I'm just a rambling stoned stranger, so I'll wrap it up there. Peace!
by Paul at December 28, 2004 12:11 AM
I dont like to read but I have read almost everything on this page. Very fascinating.
by graceless at August 26, 2005 2:22 PM
I'm only 17 and I've done both acid and shrooms, acid more than shrooms. I would reccomend acid to anyone, because the trips are not explainable. Acid really opens your eyes to alot of things in 'life'. Shrooms are just kinda like good weed with visuals.
by TJ at December 18, 2005 8:44 PM
Dude, you're older than HS currently, right? And yet, it has never occured to you to do a little research into that amazing story?
You probably ate DOB:
http://www.erowid.org/chemicals/dob/dob.shtml
since you said it was on blotter. There is no way in fucking fuck acid could last that long, but dob has a chance. A typical trip on a normal amount can last 24 hours. Gg on not killing yourself while driving on "acid."
by Lokington at December 20, 2005 12:22 PM
my last trip was my first bad trip. i foud jesus who saved me and brought me out. i have attained a new perspective to living spirit, at all times there are two things present god and evil (god/satan) at anytime the spirit can be overcome by either. My best friend saw satan and since then lives alone is overweight has been in several mental institutions and its because he was having the same exact trip as me only he didnt pray to Jesus to save him. That night he left with someone else b/c I was nuts. I prayed to come down and was physically energiezed and the energy pulsated through each part of my body swallowing it down to my stomache throughout my veins and pulsated into the floor for a minute and a half. once this was over I was "back" to normal. My friend was left to find the other. I prayed because I could feel the devil breething down my back and my friend let himn take him. He says he sees the image of the beast when he closes his eyes, and it tells him to kill all those he loves and all of his NAME sake because he is the devil and he must save the world from the antichrist and kill himself. WOW what a trip. One is good and one is lost I thank the lord for saving my soul.
by mesci at March 2, 2006 12:36 AM
well damn fellas.. thsi thread has been goin a while. I was just listenin to some HAWT new warp brothers i found online when I cam across the "don't eat the brown acid " thing in one of the rtacks.. ( the mix was the Techno megamix.. darude.. crystal method.. hybrid.. there is some pink floyd in there too))
Your blog is top pick for that search , Ezy. And I read right to the end.. kinda feel sorry for the I got saved person though... I worked with an ex tripper born again fella when i was at the height of practicing wicca and storm calling... me + weeked shift + rain rain rain til we got to go home.. or at least it did then.. :) but my gosh... he was into self flagellattion and all sorts of creepy stuff like the whack job in the da vinci code.( no i havent sen the flick.. the book was enough) i had a ball praying to Thor and Loki under my breath as we both picked capsicum( peppers to you lot not from dwon under like me)... he would come to work the next day all stooped over and banged up.. and telll me he had prayed for my soul.. this is the same guy that on a trip treid to pull a shcool shoot out thing in a town of less than 1500... not smart. he was "sent away" by his folks who owned the local over priced tourist trap art gallery full of dodgy ceramic bowls and stuff..i think i liked him better when he wasn't tryin to save me. no i never went out with him... but yeah. i was tryin a few things myself around that ime... as far as i remember only "purple" pot.. but i threw up one too many times with no "trip " to show for it so.. i figured it was a waste and went back to beign the Gamer GEek Grrrl i am now.
by EladrialSKEKSIs at June 10, 2006 12:59 AM
im 18 and i've done acid more or less 10 times, but about 2 months ago i had a horrible acid trip - which really is an understatement. i don't know why it took a turn for the worse.. i was in a great mood, it was a beautiful day and the setting was just perfect. i listened to one song by phish (punch you in the eye) and for some reason freaked out. i started hearing voices and these voices began to correspond with eyes that came out of the walls, chairs, paintings, floors etc. the eyes became these horrible creatures - people with horns, spikes and devilish features. after researching bad trips i've learned that your worst fears become reality and i've realized i have a fear of being raped. these "people" were trying to do exactly that. i could feel their hands and claws on my arms. before long, it became unbearable. i kept calling out for my mom bc i thought she was the only one who could protect me from these people - you wouldn't rape someone when their mom is there, right? so my friend who was tripping with me called my mom. when she got there i was convulsing, sweating, and running into the walls in an attempt to escape these personal demons. the images i saw were so horrible, graphic and sinister that to this day i still get nightmares. the next thing i know im lying in a hospital bed with cuts and bruises all over my arms. what happened scared the shit out of my parents, so i was sent away to rehab for a month. while i was there i didnt have any nightmares or even think about the trip but one day a few weeks after i got back i took bong hits and had an awful flashback. although brief, it scared the living daylights out of me. now i have what i refer to as an eye-phobia.. eyes just creep me out. i have trouble sleeping unless i am drunk. i get awful nightmares and the experience haunts me - there is not one day that i don't think about it. i'm in therapy right now which helps to talk about it, but it really has changed me. i loved acid before - it expanded my mind in so many ways but now i see it in such a different light. sorry for the awfully long post but i just wanted to share my story. if anyone has any doubts or apprehensions about trying acid, please spare yourself the mental exhaustion.
by becz43 at July 16, 2006 3:23 PM
I was there at Woodstock in 1969 and heard the admonition over and over. I heard it only after I had consumed the drug. The effects have lingered to this day. It was the most potent experience in my life. I completely blacked out for hours. It changed the very make up of my personality. If I could have taken it all back I wouldn't have done it. I am a survivor, yet the road to recovery continues still. I crossed over into a realm not meant to be transgressed. I was lucky. Many were not. Some things are better left alone.
by chris at July 25, 2006 11:03 PM
hey wats up my names is Justin and a week ago i tryed acid it was the best thing in the world. I was outside and it was a sunny day i layed in my backyard on the grass for more then 3 hours looking up at the sky it felt like like i was laying on a cloud and out of know where i stared to hear a train it sound it like it was comeing right for me but i just layed there not moveing waiting for it to come in sight but it never came it was so weird so i got up to and went in my house walked in to my bathroom and i have little fish hanging up on the wall and out of know where i saw them moveing up and down the wall swimming it was fucking crazey well after that all i remember was laying on my bed looking at lights
by Justin at August 16, 2006 5:56 PM
i keep reading all of this stuff about mushrooms being like ''good weed with some visuals.'' i dont know what mushrooms you've been eating, but every time i've eaten them minus the first few trips i've had extremely intense experiences.
by samplenajar at September 13, 2006 6:02 PM
aite, i ma tell yall niggaz bout ma very first acid trip. we got ahold of some 4x4 window pane over on hippie hill. heres the deal, we were on the freeway adn i was the passenger so i was like fucc it imma take mine. ma homboy took his when we got a lil less that 10 minutes from my house. ok im trippin balls from frisco back ta da town. im seen demonz and shit driving cars, this fuccin angel of death with fiery wings had just spawned itself outta tha sun. i swear i thought it was ma time ta go. every time the car made the slightest move i was thinking we were on tha most delapidated roller coaster. ok heres where tha shit hits tha fan. ma boy pulls into a jack in tha box drive thru while im trippin, oh yeah thanx ta dat nigga, he baby sat me thru all 3 dayz of this shit. lol, so were ordering tha shit and i tha employee dudes voice starts soundin like samuel l jackson, but way angryer than usual. im askin him who he is and if its sam jackson and this guys all like what the fucc, when we get ta tha window, it shocked tha fuck outta me ta find that homeboy was mexican. i satrted getin that whamp whamp feelin all thru ma head. after trying to drink a soda i thought was just water anyway, i thought ma back had caught fire from the heat of that angel nigga chassin me, jus ta let yall know, this was jus tha car ride back. so ma boy drops his and i shit u not not even a whole fifthteen minz later this niggaz trippin just as hard as i am. hez trynna drag me in on his trip and shit, while im in tha midst of having mine. we got out of the car to walk in tha house and i saw ma momz cat, which appeard ta be a 9 foot tall lion that had it in for me. so i started sweatin, i sweat so dam profusely that i kept tellin ma patna, "bruh, i think im drownin" he was like "youll be fine fool, DONT TRIP......oh too late (uncontollable laughter)" i instantly got offended and started swinging at him. so we hada trip fight i guess and he kicked ma ass, all out of brotherly love though. when i wiped my mouth and had seen tha blood, i really thought i was gonna die, it seemed like i was bleeding by tha pint! (in reality it was one drop that just ran down ma lip fora lil bit) after the fight, i couldnt trust that nigga, not while i was trippin atleast. so i ran thru tha house and locked myself in tha laundry room. i felt safe here and started to think outside of the trip, like oh shit, what if my mom finds out im on cid. window pane at that. what will ma dad do? mite kill me, marines dont tolerate drug use. then thats when it hit me "oh shit tha walls are cavin on!!!!!! im cant breath, whys tha detergent drippin and melting through the floor" it was all bad. so this is how out laundry room door got broke(and it still is) i started punching through tha door, a door i couldda jus slid to tha side, i started punching through. got through it and ran straight to tha back yard with tha dog. BAD ASS IDEA! i gotta german sheppard......but he ws a savage ass blood thirsty wolf on this day. so i bolted throught tha back yard at top speed to tha basement door and got in. i sat there for what felt like a few minutes. come to find out, i was in there for about 8 hours, plotting on what the fuc i was gonna do with tha rest ov ma life. then ma boy showed up. i guess his immune system works good cuz this niggaz trip was in the stomach cramping ending stages. while i was still top notch ball trippin. it took him, ma lil brother whoz like 4 inches taller than me and wheighs damn near 300lbs, ma girfriend at tha time, her older brother, my big cousin and ma weed man to convince me that that angel was dead and tha world wouldnt end yet. i came upstairs and sat in my room and played pac man, which wasnt tha best of ideas, i honestly dont remember wat i was doing in the basement. tha pac man drove me insane, the sound of him eatin those dots and tha ghost changin colors and shit. well tha sound just amplified it self something crucial, and tha ghosts and shit kept throwing me off and making me hella angry because i couldnt register what color tha fuccin ghost were and shit. well ma class is over now so to be continued.
by joedizzle at December 7, 2007 1:05 PM
The biggest problem with acid is the unreliability of the source, in all cases, as to potency (Well, there ARE certain personality types who should DOT do acid).
If you knew reliably how many micrograms you were getting, it would be a hell of a lot safer. The gummint doesn't actually care about your safety, in case you noticed.
There are two things which are excellent on acid -- one is music videos, esp if you have a collection of trippy ones (I'd hate to get stuck watching a mariah carey VH1 special). They are short, visually intense, and usually have a lot of interesting graphical elements to keep your focus. One of the best ever was a video "Surrender Your Heart" for Missing Persons that was done by none other than acid-poster artist Peter Max. No doubt not as spectacularly innovative now as it was in 1984, it is still an acid masterpiece.
The other fun thing on Acid is Disneyworld. You can't get a more controlled external environment, and there's at least a fair amount of visual stimulation, as long as you can avoid lines.
I suspect that the Windows Media Player "Visualizations" would be an excellent thing to watch on acid, but I've never tried that.
by OBloodhell at January 30, 2008 4:20 PM
OOp.
DOT=NOT
YES IT WAS JUST A TYPO, no drugs involved!!
:oP
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by OBloodyhell at January 30, 2008 4:24 PM
OOp.
DOT=NOT
YES IT WAS JUST A TYPO, no drugs involved!!
:oP
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by OBloodyhell at January 30, 2008 4:41 PM
Dang it, no drugs! I swear!!
LOL.
by OBloodyhell at January 30, 2008 4:46 PM
Yo, like a bunch of other people here I was just looking up the "brown acid" quote and found this. Pretty funny stuff, not to say I'd like to spend half an hour standing in front of a smoking fire or in a car with someone who isn't aware of the fact they're driving. Thats pretty nuts.
Anyways I've done shrooms plenty of times, and acid seems like one of those things you've got to experience before you die so I'm on board for that. Any tips from the pros here what to watch out for when buying? I don't want inexperience screwing me over.
by Fron at September 17, 2008 12:14 AM
Thanking God for not being left a vegetable was exactly the same response I had
(way back in the 70;s)
I felt my trip had very religious/demonic overtones.
We also did 4 hits each, unknowingly.
by Ita at November 15, 2008 2:26 AM