Story 160

I was home from college for mini-break in October of 99 and it was great to see everyone. One night my friends and I were looking for some ecstasy, but our dealer was dry and the only thing that he had was paper acid. I didn't mind tripping, but I didn't think I was going to trip that hard. I had tripped on 2 black gel tabs at Darien Lake on my friend's birthday 2 months earlier and it was the most fun I ever had. So I didn't expect to trip hard off papers, I was very wrong! The papers were bigger than normal papers. They were huge! Me and 7 other people took 2 papers. What we found out the next day was that each paper had 3 hits of acid in them. Everyone thought that they were taking 2 hits when in reality we were taking 6! We were all passing around a blunt and when I took a big hit off of it the acid kicked in. It is an experience that I will never forget; me and 7 of my friends were sitting in an apartment tripping our Asses off! It was the longest 8 hours of my life. People were either arguing about stupid shit or they were wigging out. One of my friends only took one paper, and he wigged out more than anyone (he never hung out with us again after that). I was tripping so hard that I couldn't remember my name, where I was; I couldn't even remember what my parents looked like! I was so fucked up that I didn't even remember taking the acid. I thought that It was just a bad dream until one of my friends said, "oh my god I am so fucked up right now," than I was relieved because than I realized that it was the drug doing it, I wasn't insane. In the next room the bitch that no one could stand was trying to sleep. We were all sitting in the room talking on the top of our lungs and suddenly she came out of her room. Everything turned quiet for a second; she walked out, didn't say anything, and closed the door behind her. That was by far the most fucked up I had ever been in my lifetime, I have done almost everything, marijuana, ecstasy and mushrooms and I had never gotten that fucked up off any of that. I remember seeing someone walk by and it looked like he was on fire because of all the trails I was seeing. I have not tripped since that day and most of the 7 other people haven't either. I don't know if I will ever trip again, but if I do I want to be aware of how much I am taking. I don't want to experience a night like that again. It was one fucked up night. The End