Quote Originally Posted by alaskagirl
Breukelen:
VERY INTERESTING STUFF THERE! Man, to this day, I swear I was so high, I did some kind of astro plane thing...........Maybe I'm just REALLY LUCKY! Any thing like this ever happen to you? peace,
alaskagirl :rasta:
Not exactly, because I usually did my tripping at home, or at concerts, parks, etc. But I did have some weird trips.

I went to pick up some African black gunge weed (aka "black wack") and a sheet of 100 "computer dot" hits of acid from a guy I knew that had moved to the lower east side of NYC to deal. This was around '72. I took a blotter before leaving the dealers house, and of course smoked some of the weed. The trip home was interesting - dodging speed freaks on St. Marks Place, having everybody on the train look dead, and eventually getting off at my stop. I bought a slice of pizza and threw it away (I recently found out that I've had a lifelong gluten intolerance and can't eat most pizza , breads, and other glutened foods - so maybe the acid was telling me somthing, lol).

Another strange trip was at a Captain Beefheart concert at Town Hall in NYC. This was around 1973/74, and his album Clear Spot had been released. I had been to the preveous year??s Beefheart concert there, with no problem. I went with some friends, but we didn??t have seats together. I had been tripping all day on acid or mescaline, and took a tab of something for the concert. The audience didn??t like the music, and some people in the front rows were giving Beefheart the finger (there are reliable reports on the web about this concert by people who attended). The "vibe" toward Beefheart and his Magic Band was not good.

In New York, if an artist's audience was disappointed with a performance, they had no problem in letting them know. Beefheart said to his hecklers, ??You can do this (raising his middle finger), but how about THIS?? ?? and let loose with his harmonica. After the show I made it into the subways, by myself, where many people who had just attended the concert were waiting for their trains. In those days I was pretty shy, but I asked a couple ??Did you see what he DID?? I was still very much under the influence of whatever I had ingested over the past 24 hours.

I later found out that the ??theme? of his latest album, Clear Spot, was ANTI-LSD! He didn??t say anything about psychedelics one way or the other at his concert, but I guess the music flipped me out because of the sentiment behind it.


This is not an acid story, but another time, in the early 70's, I went to a dealer's loft on the Lower East Side of NYC. I won't mention his name, but he's quite well known as an leading advocate of legalization and was very active politically in the 60's. I don't think that he deals anymore, though. My friend's friend (or acquaintance), an idiot from Jersey, started threatening to have the "Angels" (as in Hell's) take care of him ("ride their bikes right through your door!") because the resident of the loft owed him some money for weed (or hash). I took the person being threatened aside and assured him that I didn't know the guy making the threats, I was not part of this, and he just laughed.

I heard some incredible stories about the founder of High Times Magazine, the late Tom ??King? Forcade, but I never met him or went to his large-scale dealing establishment. Some of my friends did, and one screwed-up weed dealer we knew was almost given a pair of cement shoes by King (as he liked to be called) for the alleged misdeed of trying to break into his safe. Forcade had at least one bodyguard - who once punched out Jerry Rubin in a NY diner for some reason. Forcade was also a smuggler, of "weight" - and there were some wild stories about his planes and cargo escaping the Mexian feds amid shootouts on the runways.

Cheers!