good times on acid

[kablam]

I have had a good time reading about everyone's trips. I haven't fryed in years.... 8 of them to be exact but 'cid used to be my drug of choice. Reading your experiences really bring back memories. Mescaline, DXM or whatever... never done that.. .just shrooms and acid. Anyway... here's one of my stories. It's from memory so it won't be as detailed as dick justice's, good job narrating BTW, Dick.

Anyway... Late November, 1995. Dropped 5 hits of "Max Headrooms" (had a picture of Max Headroom on every 4 hit block) with about 5 of my friends. Pouring rain like a SOB. Sacramento, CA. We were driving down Baseline RD in roseville area when the shit started to kick in. The driver got super paranoid (first time trippin) so we pulled over in this field.

Started to peak when the right when the sun went down. This girl, Robin proped up a 2x4, about 7 ft long, that was split at the top with part of it hanging off to the side like half a lowercase "t". There was some construction plastic hanging off of the top and side. Me, Carl, Amanda, and Tim dropped to our knees and tim cried out "JESUS!" All of us were under the impression she had proped up the cross, haha. Robin dropped to her knees and threw her hands up toward the "Cross". She had let go, however, and the 7 foot peice of wood came toppling down on her. hahaha. Tim said "You have been dammed" and then we all started busting up.

Robin went back to the car and popped the trunk to get something out. Carl looked back at her and screamed "shit" or something of that nature. I looked back and jumped up running toward robin. See, I thought that she was being "attacked" and by the time I got up there, figured out she was just putting on a different sweater. Swear to god I thought someone was coming out of her trunk and attacking her. Everyone laughed at me and said "Shit... you thought she was being attacked by her sweater."

So we also keeled around this mini lake and looked at our reflections. We were kindof talking to them in a way but I don't remember about what. I remember seeing lilypads floating in circles at the surface. and so did everyone else. A mysterious reflection, in the middle of all of ours would move his mouth but say nothing. In his mouth I remember seeing the sunset even though the sun was down by this time. Pretty dark, stars out and whatnot.

Anyway. I told that last part because the next day we all came back to that spot to check it out again and discovered that our "Mini lake" was nothing but a shallow hole/dent in the ground. We saw all of our knee prints in a circle around it. Robin mentioned how she washed a shit load of dirt off her face that next morning and then recalled how she "Washed herself" with the "Majical waters". I remember her saying "It feels so smooth, so cold" as she was rubbing mud all over her face hahah.

So for some reason that seems to be the trip that came to my mind just now. I hope it was enjoyable. I sure enjoyed remembering it. Have fun trippin all and keep writing about them. I know I'll never "fry balls" again so I might as well read about your experiences. BTW... to they still say "fry balls"... just wondering.

-Blam

kablam Reviewed by kablam on 06-16-2005. good times on acid I have had a good time reading about everyone's trips. I haven't fryed in years.... 8 of them to be exact but 'cid used to be my drug of choice. Reading your experiences really bring back memories. Mescaline, DXM or whatever... never done that.. .just shrooms and acid. Anyway... here's one of my stories. It's from memory so it won't be as detailed as dick justice's, good job narrating BTW, Dick. Anyway... Late November, 1995. Dropped 5 hits of "Max Headrooms" (had a picture of Max Headroom Rating: 5

[Maui Wowie]

Lol, majical waters, everythings magical on acid.

I was planning on getting 2 tabs today but my friend was too goddamn lazy, I mean, HOW CAN YOU SLEEP THROUGH GETTING ACID!? I have no idea what he was thinking.

[LimpBizkitRMV04]

haha that sucks i got a friend that would do that 2

[GTC21]

Acid is the shit, I fucking love the stuff but it's almost impossible to get hold of where I live. It's only every so often when someone gets a small batch of them.

[Oli]

It's one of the drugs I'm most curious about, but after getting quite paranoid on shrooms I'm not sure if I wanna try it yet.

[yoda]

it sucks for me, cause nobody has had acid around here lately. nice story.

[stonefly]

I still say "fry balls" but its been about 8 or so years since I dropped too. Funny that you're on the west coast and I'm this far east, and we both had the same slang back then. No internet (at least for me) to spread the vocabulary, just hippies. I haven't heard some of the slang terms in these stories in years, brings back good memories. Maybe I'll catch a little flashback soon, just want a little taste, not interested in the whole ride anymore.

[kablam]

...just want a little taste, not interested in the whole ride anymore.

Yeah... me either. I had the opprotunity once. I traded this guy 10 gelltabs for some mushroom spores when I was in college. I kept them in the freezer for "the perfect time" which never really came around. I ended up selling them to this dude in the dorms for 50 bucks and bought an 8th. haha. I had some good times... really good times.... REALLY good times on acid but I guess I'm just too old for that stuff now. I got a daughter and stuff... Maybe one day when I'm out camping or something without Julie (my daughter) I may eat some shooms or something.

Oh yeah... I ment to post this thread in the "experiences" board... any way to move it?

[Maui Wowie]

Karma is an asshole when you try to get acid.

[OR Freebird]

It was back in Long Beach Island, NJ -- about 1980 or so. Just got an ounce of fresh mushrooms from a friend. Had never done them before, so had no idea how much to do. My friend ate an eigth and I finished off the bag. As we took the 15 minute drive to leave the island, the stuff started kicking in (empty stomach -- lived on Cheez-its that whole weekend). We hit the bridge and as we crested the middle -- I was met by the most amazing sight -- mountains full of psilocybin mushrooms --- the whole horizon. Was pretty sure that wasn't there earlier -- so ignored it and kept driving.

Soon I became confused. I kept looking in the mirrors and was thinking the cars were driving backwards really fast -- starting to sweat profusely. My "friend" started goofing on me -- doing strange things. Then he started passing his hand in front of the streering wheel as if he was grabbing it. To me it looked like his hand passed right thru the wheel and broke it into little round globules which floated off in every direction.

About this time we decided we'd best pull off the freeway. Managed to find an exit that dropped us off right in front of the state police. Got paranoid and decided it was best to keep driving -- re-entered the freeway.

Made it back almost all the way home when I finally decided I couldn't drive anymore. Pulled into a supermarket and let my friend drive. 20 minutes later we were still circling the parking lot, so I decided I better take over again.

Finally made it back to his house. Was ready to come down about then -- but it wasn't happening. Sat there staring at his closet door--the grains of wood were alive and flowing down the door onto the floor. This continued for some time before I finally left and went home.

Still tripping, told my dad I was a fuck up and spent the next two months in rehab. Didn't work.

Moral: Don't tell your dad you're tripping