This is a story of a personal experience, in no way am I condoning the use of drugs or telling anyone to do any drugs. Remember, drugs are dangerous and CAN kill you, easily. No part of this may be reprinted without my permission, except for use in this thread only.
The first time I was 15. I had been hearing about it alot from my friends, and I had just started to experiment with pot. I was getting into developing my own personality, and I really liked music and skateboarding, so I thought that, naturally, I relate to the whole psychadelic counterculture thing. Whatever, it was high school... So anyway, my friends went to San Francisco, where they got a "sheet" (about a hundred doses) and brought it back home. This was early 90's, when the Grateful Dead were still touring. Things were different then. Waaaaaaaaaaay different. So, anyway, we finally got some. There were about 8-9 of us that hadn't done it yet, the rest of the kids were all older than us, and we were new to the scene. Well, I was determined, and I knew that my older brother, by 7 years, had done it, and if he did it, then it must be safe. So I tried it. I ate a little quarter inch by quarter inch square piece of paper with a decal of an ant on it. About 2 hours later, I started feeling hot flashes.. More like, warm flashes.. My mouth tasted metallic (that lasted most of the night, along with occasional bouts of MEAN cottonmouth), and then the laughing. Man, I have NEVER laughed so hard in my life, and to this day, I cant even remember what the **** I was laughing about.. Probably doesnt matter.. Then, since a couple of the older kids were there, they wanted to ensure we were on the most intense trip possible, we decided to watch Pink Floyd's "The Wall". Having never seen it before, although I would never have admitted that then, I sat down and waited in quiet anticipation as the opening sequence of the airplane flying overhead began, I think it was an airplane.. Then some cool animation, and even cooler music. I guess it was supposed to be semi autobiographical about roger waters or something, I dunno.. Pink Floyd kinda sucked after Dark Side of the Moon, and especially after they got rid of Syd Barret, so, it didnt impress me much, but there were very good animations interspersed with the rather dull live action parts... Mostly about some guy who has a wife that cheats on him, and then slams heroin and thinks hes a dictator or something... ANyway, I dunno, supposed to be pretty heavy stuff.. then, I mustve peaked, cause I remember the movie being over, and not really having felt like I just watched, rather, but LIVED through it... I started to come down. Oh, I forgot to mention, the whole time I watched the movie, my trip was intensifying. This included audio hallucinations, such as echos and clicks, along with extra heightened hearing of frquencies that you dont normally hear. I will explain how this happens later. ANyway, I was so high, I let the VCR rewind the tape and play it again automatically, and I ended up watching it twice. No biggie, it was visually appealing, and it had that killer soundtrack.. So, after that, I went out back, smoked about a thousand cigarettes, and figured out every secret of the universe and forgot it again just as fast to remember it in a different context just to forget it yet again.. Then, slowly, I got tired, and more tired, and weary even. My whole body began to ache, and the sun was coming up. The phone rang. I was at my friend, Ben's, house. His mom was a nurse that worked the night shift, so we had a place to party 5 nights a week. we stayed away when she was home, so, she never even really caught on, and if she did, she didnt care, so. anyway, the phone rang, and it was my brother. I had let it slip to his girlfriend that I was going to "drop" for the first time, and she finally gave in and told him when I never arrived home that night. So, even though they knew where I was, he wanted me to come home.. when I did, I think he wanted to yell at me, but when he opened the door and took one look at my mentally and physically beat down weary frame, he must have taken some kind of pity on me, cause he just asked me to go to my room and never really mentioned it again. He probably just wanted to make sure I wasn;t the kid that thinks he can fly... ******* stereotypical bullshit.. So, yeah, thats it. I probably dropped acid AT LEAST 100 more times after that. But thats another story..
Oh yeah, one more thing. I dont know how accurate this is, but this is how I believe acid works...
There is a part of your brain that is utilized for filtering out 90 percent of the sensory input we are constantly getting barraged with. Its what allows us to focus our attention on things. What acid does is turns this function off, or slows it down, and thats why you get visual and audio echos and patterns, because your brain is just processing every thing your getting at once, and its ******* alot and distracting... It also makes your synapses fire randomly, so, alot of **** is just "in your head" as the saying goes. Hope you got what you wanted..
This story is a personal experience. In no way do I condone using drugs. This is about something I did, and therefore, it belongs to me and no part of it may be reprinted without my permission, except for use on this particular thread. Remember, respect drugs, they are dangerous, and they CAN kill you.
2006-07-09 03:33:39
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answer #7
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answered by drezeder 2
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