your acid stories

money is ridiculous on acid.

just needs to be repeated.

if you're ever taking acid again, play 'dont forget to remember me' by the bee gees.

nice acid rememberance; speeding home around autumn in a taxi and looking at the de-leaved trees. they looked like giant pulsating brains.

once i watched 3-4 hours of mtv jams

― max, Tuesday, November 17, 2009 3:27 PM (Yesterday) Bookmark

Pretty sure I've done this at some point and I've never done acid.

so no one answered my question earlier. not sure if it's because no one else here has tried it or if "candyflipping" is some toronto colloquialism (it's doing acid and e). acid quickly got to the point for me where i pretty much couldn't do it without making 100% sure i was going to have a good time. last time i did it was for Orbital's last tour - when they played at the opera house. that night was pretty straight forward.

the time before that was pretty insane - it was new years and we went to the most inexcusable club in the city to see the New Deal play. so i also had all sorts of other things in my system aswell when i flipped (a friend of mine literally tossed everything into my mouth at once). this place was idiotic beyond words but the music was great. when we left we could not get a cab anywhere. it was insane - like some cold toronto version of mad max. groups of people all dressed up mobbing street corners - fights in the streets. we walked across town for close to an hour before passing the police station. some guy walking out yelled "happy new years" and we did the same and then he yells to us that his dad just sexually assaulted a minor a then went "wwwoooooooooo...... what you think you're better than me?" at this point is was mostly the lsd left in our systems and one of my guys answers loudly "yes." i thought we were going to die (we had also split up into two groups at this point for some reason). we somehow then wandered into the biggest sketch bag coffe shop in the gta. the coffee time (aka crack time) at college and spadina. at 5:30 am on new years. we sat in there smoking and picking at a donut for a while before it dawned on me that if we wandered into the university's residence area we could probably get a cab right after it drops somebody off. which i guess worked. last thing i remember was sitting an a dark room with the only other guy to do as much nonsense as i did - sipping a beer and him telling me that as long as we had the beers and the erb we'd come down off the acid ok soon enough.

I like the Toronto focus this thread has been accumulating.

this thread makes me want to take acid again. i havent done it in 10 years.

yeah, i haven't done it in almost 20 years, and this thread has me thinking that under the right circumstances it could be fun. my old brane is probably not capable of handling it though.

okay, i told one already. but this one:

i had just been in a play adaptation of faulkner, which my friend mat was also in. we dropped right before the curtain, so by the time we were dressed and outside, we were *there*. so we met up with some people and went to this crazy party where Jug Free America were playing. i was carrying this pre-made frosted brownie thing called a Zebra brownie and wherever i went at the party, people were just digging into it with their hands and shoving it in their mouths in a truly grotesque way. luckily the zebra brownie got consumed quickly.

but then the curtains: they were red and had some sort of weird pattern on them. i looked at them and they became a medieval pastoral scene of people walking on hills towards a cathedral. then they reached their arms up and their arms became HUGE, PILLAR-LIKE things. my perspectice then got flipped, and i was sitting in the cathedral's bell-tower, which was made up of rapidly ascending bits of stone that were coming from the people's hands....YES.

then two people who weren't tripping came up to me and told me that i should hang out with them and eat some food at this coop, and so we went there, and then ended up going to a dorm room...which was filled with nine people...drinking natty ice....and my friend mich3lle had just broken her back, and so she was in bed and everyone was just sitting down being drunk and ridiculous. and then s4m puts on the video for 'Can't Get You Out of My Head,' and i had never heard the song or seen the video and i fucking FLIP OUT. just totally flip. good old kylie...

One of the highlights from my best trip ever was walking barefoot through a pedestrian tunnel and one of my friends started yelling "Bugs! Bugs!" A few of us exchanged glances like "Oh no - Dave's gone over the edge!" until we realized that the pavement was indeed covered with thousands of earwigs.

I also stepped on a bee while tripping once. I could feel the poison spreading through my blood.

I too am enjoying the Toronto slant. The Coffee Time mentioned upthread is truly sketchy, matched only by the Ossington/College one.

Shortly after 9/11, a friend had a party. We hotboxed her bathroom, and my boyfriend at the time sat on her sink and broke it. Eep. This set us off on a 45 minute laughing-til-teary spree, maintained when we went into the living room and saw a foreign-language newscaster with an impossibly high voice.

We left, I convinced him to buy cigarettes & he got filterless Camels. Ick. Then we hailed a cab to get back to my place. Unfortunately once inside I realized it was actually a giant egg being driven by Osama bin Laden.

Once we got to my place, my boyfriend, best friend & I had to sneak through the living room past my dad sleeping on the couch. I should mention that my bedroom had a few weird decorations since I was a goofy stoner - a puppet hanging from strings (marionette?) & a plastic pig taped to my ceiling fan, a bunk bed with scarves draped off all available bars, a pylon I'd stolen from a construction site, etc. Anyway when we got into the room it was quite clearly a jungle and I had to crouch to avoid vines. We all "made it" to my bunk bed and laid down, at which point it got a little bad & we'd make eye contact with each other & not say anything, and I was convinced they were talking to each other inside their heads. :P

Another time, same best friend & I went to bed around 8/9AM listening to David Bowie mp3s we were convinced were playing backwards.

It's actually Lansdowne and Bloor, by quite a fair margin.

so no one answered my question earlier. not sure if it's because no one else here has tried it or if "candyflipping" is some toronto colloquialism

This is pretty much common slang, but I have never done it.

We were tripping at my house, and one of my friends was craving a cup of tea. I brewed one up for him, then realised that there was no sugar or milk - so we decided a perfectly acceptable substitute would be a handful of cashew nuts and a fried egg. He drank the whole thing and declared it delicious.

In the early hours of that same night we invented another concoction - a cocktail called The Spy Who Loved Me, which consisted of cheap super-strength cider and cream soda. At the time it tasted amazing, and we drank it while listening to Nobody Does it Better on repeat for about an hour.

Ooooh I forgot about the Lansdown one. The first & only time I went to a strip club it was the one near that CT- there were 8 or so cop cars surrounding the store.

Pretty much you should stay clear of all Coffee Times, it's never a good idea. I used to hang out at the Jane & Bloor one when it still had a smoking room..

nice acid rememberance; speeding home around autumn in a taxi and looking at the de-leaved trees. they looked like giant pulsating brains

reminded me of tripping the night of an awesome ice storm, where everything was covered with a thick layer, including the trees. it was like the outdoors where a hidden level in super mario. the ice on the trees was pulsating with colors like a cuddlefish.

Heavy weather + tripping = classic!

I will never touch acid again. I had a psychotic reaction to it at age 19.
A hell I never ever ever want to revisit. Have successfully shroomed since then but it takes some very special circumstances for me to even consider fucking with psychedelics.

...and you call yourself the trip maker.. :(

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...and you call yourself the trip maker.. :(
I've got a deep respect for the psychedelic experience. I learned from my own bad mistakes that it isn't something you casually saunter into half-heartedly. That shit will break you DOWN.

it is something i would advise anyone reading this thread who hasn't tried acid to be very careful about.

^this x 1000

I have personally forsworn psychedelics until I have 100% of my shit together, mentally, physically, etc.

Heh, good luck with that.

ha ha! ya.

maybe you need the acid to get your shit 100% together

hahah

maybe you need the acid to get your shit 100% together

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I wouldn't foreswear all psychedelics, but I'm pretty sure I won't be doing acid ever again. The aforwmentioned reason of The Filth is one big part of it -- it's just crazy hard on your body. It's not too easy on your brain, either. It's so... EPIC.

And really past a certain age, or past a certain length of time since the last time you did acid, it's probably not the greatest idea. I don't know this for a fact; it's a theory, though. Acid is a young person's drug. The complete loss of your usual means of cognition is easier to take when you've only half figured that out, anyway. A 20 year old is going to be a lot more comfortable with the loss of control of their thoughts than a 40 year old, and be more able to accept it and roll with it. The older you get, the more set your brain gets in its ways of perceiving and dealing with the vat that it's in. I haven't done acid for 10 years at least, and I don't really know what walls I've built and knee-jerk mechanisms I've developed in that time. I can't even guess where I'd end up if I let acid blow them all away. It could be amazing and life-changing, I guess. But it could be really, REALLY horrifying.

I'd still do a nice low dose of mushrooms any day, though. Gimme a bag of good, chill weed, a quality dried ounce, and a couple of days with nothing to do, and I'd be happy even by myself. I miss the way music sounds when you're that giddily fucked up.

Dried GRAM. Not a dried ounce. Holy fuck.

A 20 year old is going to be a lot more comfortable with the loss of control of their thoughts than a 40 year old

I'd bet that it's probably a very individual thing.

man I totally disagree with the young vs old thing. I think taking it in your formative years is potentially way more damaging than once your brain is mature. I had a "bad trip" the 2nd time I did it, and I seriously think it might've affected my ability to communicate/increased my introspection. I could barely engage in a conversation of any depth for about a month, and who knows if that ability ever returned to the level it was at before. But since there's no control subject obv it's impossible to know.

xp It's also possible that once you've done acid, your brain never forgets how to deal with it. I won't ever forget that state of mind. At least, I don't think so, but memories are tricky.

And these are all just my own thought on the matter, remember. I don't know shit, not really.

Dried GRAM. Not a dried ounce. Holy fuck.

You would be in firey screaming rainbow tyrannosaurus skull vomit land.

I feel like I can handle my mind going through this sort of fuckery MUCH better now than when I was a teenager. I haven't tested this however, at least not with acid.

Anxiety-prone teenage me was probably wise to have avoided the stuff.

only done it a few times in high school and it must have been low-grade b/c i only remember that weird agitated feeling in the back of my neck. plus my skin felt a little weird and my eyes looked strange in the mirror.

Acid is so... geometric. Sharp. There aren't words, really.

mushrooms only once, also in high school, was much more fun

i was wondering abt that. what makes acid a young person's drug (obv drugs are a young person's realm - but acid seems to be especially so) and i'm glad someone else here is pointing that out.

i think it has more to do with your thoughts and where your mind typically goes when aloud to wander. an older person will have a mortgage, some debts, a serious relationship, maybe a few kids, a career, maybe even health concerns. very few 20 years old have this shit going on - and i'm sure even if they did, they would not be thinking about it as often as a 40 yr old would be. at first i thought it was more about the brain anatomy or wiring like Kenan was saying. but i think it just comes down to the fact that the older we get the more things we have to worry about - and we worry about those things more.

huge xposts!

I took 3/8 oz. mushrooms once and THAT was firey screaming rainbow tyrannosaurus skull vomit land. I thought I had turned into the lower case letter k for a little while.

xp I can't imagine, for instance, doing acid with my dad. I think thermo is on to something.

I wish I'd waited until I was at least 18 before tripping.

Yeah, I think the age thing might be a "speak for yourself, kenan" situation. I just turned 46 and would not hesitate if the right opportunity came up.

xposts

read through the xposts and i guess people who are disagreeing with the young/old divide are still sighting mindset as the primary reason. which would make my above post part accurate.(?)

wow xposts!

approx 20 xposts (the ones about 15 mins ago)

with kenan on both those posts. acid feels to me like a clean chemical wipe of the brain, as though it's been smeared with mercury which causes the effects that happen (i'm not explaining this well but bear with me). shrooms feel far more organic (daft word to use i know...), but the trip feels like it emanates from inside you rather than being pasted onto you. and i think the internal emanation is easier to deal with when the going gets rough.

like kenan i don't know whether i could handle a full-on trip anymore at 42. probably could in an utterly brilliant natural setting with great mates, but i worry that the changes i've been through in growing older would make the introspection that much harder. it's far easier in teens and early 20s with life in front of you to not have hang-ups about what you've done or not done.

slightly off-topic but a few years ago i finally finished my phd write-up. having had to forswear my regular weed for a few months in order to get the damn thing written, i thought i'd have a small hit of some medium strong weed that had been at the back of the shelves for all that time, just a little pipesworth while i chilled and watched the pages emerge from the printer. then i started reading a bit of it and began to panic. i could suddenly read all the pretence of my writing, of my ideas, of all i'd done for the previous 6 years. and as at root the thesis ended up being a lot about me you can guess how the next couple of hours went. even at the viva weeks later i was struggling to articulate anything positive about what i'd written.

hey Will - wanna come over and drop?! maybe listen to some Floyd?! i has Sega!