My friend started crying when he listened to "Monkey Gone to Heaven" while tripping on acid. Should I laugh in his f#@$ing face?

I just wanted to make sure I did the right thing.

You definitely did the right thing.

No way. Have you ever done acid? It's nothing like being drunk, I can tell you that. Nothing at all.

Being mean to people on bad trips is akin to picking on retards, in terms of how fragile they can be mentally and emotionally...

I didn't laugh at him while he was tripping. I wasn't even there for that. When he told me about it, however, I exploded into fits of hysterical laughter and spit food in his face.

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If someone takes drugs, they are responsible for their actions while under the drugs. I mean, it's sad if they're addicted... But anywho... This coming from someone who has never even had a cigarette, so what do I know? Well, I know I love the Pixies. I did when I was 19 (and before) and I do now.

Watching "Say Anything." Scenes would play forward, and then the audio would rewind itself in my head.

listening to the pixies. sheeeeet.

for this story, yes.

I was tripping constantly when Doolittle came out. Monkey Gone to Heaven was a HUGE song for me. Anyone know what MC Cryptic was actually trying to say with those words?

I once apparently reverted to a ‘reptilian state’, slithered around, bit someone’s knee, cried and ate cigarettes. Over a decade later my friends still laugh about it. You gotta be prepared for some razzing, even if you aren’t in full possession of your faculties.

>Also, I'd like to officially come out against the evil people who are like: "oh they took the drugs so they're the ones responsible for what happens when they're on the drugs" and then proceed to do horrible things to said tripping person that they would've never gotten away with had the person been straight.

Worst experience with something like this -some people were tripping for the first time at my place. A sober person (aka ASSHOLE) decided to bring out Betsy (skinless calf’s head which was in my freezer – it’s a long story) and force people to read the Piggy sequence from “Lord of the Flies” to it. Once I discovered this was going on I had to sober up very fast and spend the rest of my night doing some major damage control.

Oh, my friends and I still laugh about it. But it's more like, "Man, that was some insane shit (uncomfortable chuckle)." I mean, the friend is question is a lawyer now. Very smart guy, very in-control. If you watch closely, you might see him on the news sometime. And to watch that guy completely lose his grip... it wasn't quite funny. It was deeply unsettling.

That's fucking brilliant. But not for first-time trippers. I see what you mean.

Whoo. Time to come down a little.

My girlfriend at the time (this would be around 1987) worshipped JD. I always found them to be dreary and rather boring. Well, to cut a long story short, we were tripping one night and she insisted on putting on her all-time favorite record, Closer. The minute the needle hit side one and the voice came on, we both could not stop laughing. In fact, we laughed maniacally through both sides, particularly the last track ("Decades"?). That pompous voice gravely intoning "Here are the young men ..." was just too much! What struck me as unbearably funny was when I realized at that very moment that Ian Curtis sounded not at all like Jim Morrison (I guess that's what he was aiming for in this song) but rather ended up sounding - and I was literally rolling on the floor laughing, exhorting ... WHY HE SOUNDS LIKE A DRUNK OLD VICTORIAN STAGE ACTOR IMITATING BUCK OWENS! And I'll be damned if my girlfriend - she who hitherto unquestionably worshipped at the altar of all things JD didn't hear it exactly as I did. To this day, whenever I hear Ian Curtis I can't help but giggle.

Even more side-splitting was when she burst out saying, "Man! To think that he killed himself over THIS!" Hahaha. Call us insesntivie, if you wish, but, upon reflection, the point is a serious and valid one: the notion of Curtis (not to mention many of the fans who bought into the "myth"), really just a troubled young man with the set of usual angst-ridden problems ever 20 year old goes through (and which will assuredly seem trivially naive/stupid when you look back at it when you're 30) bought it - meaning his own myth-weaving - hook, line and sinker. And, yeah, it's tragic, but at that moment, whilst tripping, it just seemed ... impossible to take at all seriously. Stupid. Pompous. And the fact that that guy was nowehere near the mark of what he was aiming at.

(When I went and saw 24 Hour Party People, I just couldn't stop laughing, watching the Ian Curtis character doing his spastic dance on stage. And that "doomy" vocal - still sounds like a shit Victorian actor imitating Buck Owens! Just where did that faux-Southern US drawl come from anyway?!)

After this particular epiphany, well, she never could listen to them again, unless she wanted to hear a comedy record, that is. But there was an even more beneficial and pressing result. Upon realizing how angst-riddenly teenage DUMB it all was, that marked the end of her received notions and learned behavior (some call it "attitude") re: Joy Division popular depression cult.

Or let's put it this way: better to laugh at this shit than kill yourself over it.

So, er, I suppose this is a bit of a defense for acid, as in certain circumstances it may allow you to hear/something as it TRULY is - laid threadbare, the media and peer definitions stripped completely away.

bimble totally, i'm not ashamed of my many tears of high school craziness.

I was shaking that boom box up and down like an Etch-a-Sketch, too, by the way.

Then we laughed and my friend curled into a ball as reality seaped away for the next 8 hours.

Ooooooh drugs!

the in-front-of-a-train story... oh man.