My acid story isn't as cool as the others and I didn't take
500 or 1000+ mics (I don't know if it was even 20) but it's
a story and I'm dying to tell someone. Here it is:
My group of friends threw a party one Friday night. It was
at my friends' house, Josh. The thing we like most about
Josh's parties (besides the porn) was that Josh had a
brother who was 17 and ALWAYS had acid-head friends over.
On one such occasion, a tall, blonde-haired partier came
over into Josh's room where we was at. We kind of knew him,
his name was Jared.
"You guys ever dropped acid?" We were awed. We knew the
"No." Somebody answered. We never did acid or grass. We
were 13, new to the acid world.
"You want some?" Tickles of nervous sensations.
"Sure." We answered.
"Five dollars a hit. Okay?" We each gave him the money.
He left the room. The plan was he would go to a friends and
pick it up while we waited . When Jared left I asked
everybody who knew him if he was the type to rip us off.
No. Later that night, my nerves were cooler, but I was
still excited, I sat in Josh's brothers room, smokin' a
ciggarette and drinking a little. The door opens. I look
and it's our pal Jared. I sat on the couch. Nervous
sensations again. Overwhelmed with thoughts 'Did he get it?
I hope he got it. Pray he got it.......' He cooly looks
right at me and signals me to follow. More nervous! We go
into Josh's bedroom where my soon-to-be acid-head friends
were waiting. I sit on the floor. He pulls out of his
shirt pocket a plastic bag. He sets it down on Josh's
little bedroom table. Jared opens it a little and pulls out
a purple pez candy. He puts it in his palm and guides it
towards my chest. I, with my thumb an forefinger, take it
out of his palm and hold it at perfect level (which was hard
because I was trembling with fear.
"Bite it exactly in half." He said to me. 'Here we go!' I
thought. CRUNCH. I give the other half to my good friend
Marc to enjoy as I suck on the LSD laced candy serenly.
Only acid-heads have that wonderful exciting feeling of
knowing that LSD, Fry, Purple Haze, California Sunshine,
Acid was in there stomach-the real thing! an that in just a
little while it would be in your brain and the rest of your
system! TRIP!!! I got really anxious for the acid to kick
in, I started asking every experience user what was going to
happen to me. I got some good advice, but I read to many
pig articles on the danger of LSD and shit like that. I
made a big first time user mistake: I doubted a good trip.
You're sure to have a bad trip if that's all you think
about. Forty minutes of absolute nerve singing anxiousness
passed. I got a tingle feeling on my scalp and fingertips.
I didn't know what it was. I asked this nice 16 year old
hippy chick what it was. She said it was the start of my
trip. I went downstairswondering if the acid will make me
go insane. I took a piss and went back upstairs to Josh's
room. While I was walking up the stairsmy legs felt weird.
They felt like they were gone, like they wern't there. I
got upstairs and into Josh's room. They had turned on a
strobe light. I went to find a seat on the floor. I
tripped over Josh's legs, I got up and went to a corner to
sit(afterwards, Josh said I acted like a zombie falling down
and getting up). I sat there wondering what was happening
and if this was a dream. Suddenly, I felt a vibration in
the corner against my back like somebody was there. I got
up, freaked out a little I sat in another corner. The
strobe was still on. My other friend, Cameron, not yey
tripping, was having a ball. He was obsessed with how cool
his watch looked in the strobe. Excited, he ran overto me,
got in my face and told me to look at his watch (he didn't
know I was starting my journey). CLICK! Somebody hit the
panic switch in my brain. "Get away! GET AWAY!!" I yelled
loudly. I completely lost it. I started running around
everywhere. I was claustophobic to the dark. For the next
30 minutes (I only remember 3 seconds of it) I murmerd "Bad
trip. Oh fuck! Bad trip! What do I do? What do I do?"
Finally an experienced tripper sat me down andtalked to me,
calming me down. He told me to play a video game. I did.
For 4 or so minutes I played. I got hit by a pumpkin in the
game and I died. I laughed. Then like nothing I started
crying, then, again panic. "I gotta do something. I have to
do something!" I started running around everywhere again.
The same tripper (once again) calmed me down.He did this
weird buddha third eye trick and after that I was chilled.
This time for good. I was mellow and tranquil. Everyone
seemed close to me. For about 4 hours I laughed. I was
groovin' with every one in the room. I went to sleep
afterwords, marking my first LSD experience.
I 100% support the people who use LSD. It has made me more
creative, more open, and a better person. That's my story.