your acid stories

Dan, you were DRIVING on acid?????

I have enough trouble driving in blinding rain as is

acid rain

Dan, you were DRIVING on acid?????

Yeah, I don't know what I was thinking. Very mild dose, plus short drive (and I tried to take the back roads) plus young and stupid. Amazed to find out a short clip of that flooding is on Youtube!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kriZkGQxyMw

Dan, you were DRIVING on acid?????

good thing they didn't have texting back then :p

The world constantly changes in size and shape on these drugs. Walking is a freaking challenge.

Confession time:

I've dropped acid three times.

The first time, I spent it watching the world boil and steam around me and having sex with my husband and one of our friends. All I remember about the second time is closing my eyes and seeing something pale, pink, and foamy floating on the water of a great big bathtub. The third time was so boring that I lost interest in taking any more trips.

I turned into the ball that Dock Ellis used to throw his no-hitter. Except he wasnt facing the Padres, he was facing a team made up of the tiles on the roof of my building.

Acid has the worst comedown of any drug I've taken. I often think I'd quite like to do it again (it's been ten years), then I remember those long sleepless hours when everything seems covered in filth including the inside of your brain and think twice.

i enjoy the comedown,as long as you have plenty of w33d and you aren't by yourself. you have this peaceful afterglo thing going on and everything is still and a little strange but you can communicate again and just hang out.

i like to just get a couple pixar movies and ill

but yeah i always feel fucking GROSS

xxp: not necessarily true about w33d making things alright.

Me and my friends discovered the best way to deal with it was whiskey and many games of Magic: the Gathering.

That's a great way to deal with anything.

what happened? xxp

once i watched 3-4 hours of mtv jams

while coming down

i saw the put some ds on it video 20 times probably

fuck this shit imo

Once I drank 1 million beers and then dropped some acid, or maybe vice-versa, or maybe sort of concurrently, but u get the gnrl idea. Somewhere around 3 am, separated from my people for god knows what reason, I staggered into the lobby of a dormitory building intending to visit someone on some floor or another. No idea what I might have been thinking at this point rly. Found a large plastic garbage bag of glass bottles, mostly beer bottles. Decided it would be fun to smash a couple of these by process of violent flinging against the walls of the elevator. It was. Despite the explosion of little glass shards - and big glass shards - I was "miraculously unharmed" (i.e., unaware of the few luckily small wounds I'd received in the process).

At some point, the elevator doors opened and some troubled-looking people appeared. This possibility of troubled people had not occurred to me. Apparently, hey had been wakened or otherwise disturbed the hellish 3 am cacaphony of breaking glass in their building's elevator. The stared at me. I ran past them and away, through an exit door and up a staircase. I could someone following me up the stairs, so I ran faster, all the way up the stairs to the building's roof where I found a locked metal door. I stopped and sat, finally defeated. A few moments later, a lanky RA-type dude I'd met one or twice turned the corner came tromping up the last flight. He stopped a few steps down from where I sat, took in what remained of my state for a long moment, then turned and tromped back down the stairs. God knows what I looked like at that point. After sitting in silence for a minute or two, I went home and passed out.

Always expected some kind of fallout from this episode, but it never materialized. No visits from the cops or bills from campus authorities. Never even heard about it second-hand from dorm residents. It just sort of vanished, for which I'm thankful.

But yeah, comedown from decent acid is (or can be) v nice, especially w friends, weed, quiet music, etc. Just watch the sun come up feeling all mooshy and comfortably frayed.

I miss having a steady source for mushrooms.

what happened? xxp

Oh, just sometimes it can make people overly interior and paranoid. It's a total ymmv thing, but I would go for alcohol (wine, esp) to take the edge off coming down.

a friend and i were still tripping a bit, we’re back at my parents house and it's like 5am, so i hear the ice cream truck comeing down the street. We start running around the room trying to scrape together some change so we can get some ice cream. Meanwhile the truck has passed the house, we run outside to try and chase after it. I guess we were being loud because my mom wakes up and comes out of her room like "what the hell are you guys up to?" we tell her we wanted to get something from the ice cream man. She looks at us strangely and says? "you guys are nuts! why don't you grab the newspaper while you are out there? the delivery guy just passed by"

Mark E. Smith's face as big as the wall, ranting at me while the carpet boiled like stormclouds. Y'know what? I miss all that stuff.

you have this peaceful afterglo thing going on and everything is still and a little strange but you can communicate again and just hang out.

^^i get this, although without the weed. love the come down of mushrooms.

In junior year of high school, I dropped three hits in first period. Second period was math, a subject I had struggled with all my young life. Fortunately, after catching serious trails from my pencil lead as I took a Scantron quiz, I became famous mathematician Ben Franklin, and able demonstrated a problem on the board for the only time in high school. Third period was Chemistry. The teacher walked in wearing a wizard's hat made out of posterboard and waving a yardstick like a wand, effectively out-aciding me. When he called on me to demonstrate a problem, I gave the wrong answer about 10 times in a row, despite him actually telling me the answer on the last few tries

anyone else here ever get into candy-flipping? that shit was alright (aside from the acid lasting longer than the e). but as stated above - as long as you have some erb and/or beer and company you're fine.

It blows my mind that Dock Ellis' name can conceivably be written as "Ellis, D."

My first and only time was in high school. My parents were supposed to be gone for the night, but for some reason, they came home. As soon as I heard their car in the drive way was when everything was getting weird. So my friend and I escaped out the back door to head for the pasture(I grew up on a farm). There is a large lake on our farm, and I thought it would be a good idea to go swimming. I swam across the entire lake and lost my friend, as well as my clothes which were on the other side of the lake. As I looked around I saw our cows. They spoke to me and I understood. Everything is a blur after that point, but when I woke up I had dirt under my nails, grass in my mouth, and my feet were badly bleeding. I think I thought of myself as a cow at one point, I dunno. Not a fun night.

One evening my band mates came to my place to play. They were buzzed upon arrival and proceeded to involve me. We were soon too distracted to do anything right, so we all headed for the bathroom, turned out the light and lit sparklers in total darkness. It occurred to me that we could view them right in front of our noses using ski goggles. We each took turns watching sparklers really really close that night. Afterward we we tuned in to the world premier of The Day After.

Yeah when smoking huge amounts of weed as a teen I used to get this "fourth person" effect, like someone was outside doing something... another time me and best friend of the time suddenly realised another friend of ours was death incarnate. Turns out he wasn't. Acid just makes me laugh and kiss people.

one time just as it was kicking in my boyfriend decided it was a good day for me to meet his much older strict lawyer brother and his brother's lawyer wife so we went to their house (we were walking around their part of town) and we all drank a beer and then my boyfriend disappeared for at least an hour and while he was gone i fell deeply in love with the colour of their carpet and kept complimenting them on it and then explaining that i really meant it, i wasn't just being polite, and then we all noticed my boyfriend was back from wherever he had been, standing outside the door doubled over and laughing secretively. they never liked me. i saw the carpet again a few months later and it was a ghastly shade of sea-green.

"Fourth person" effect manifests for me more of a "hey, wasn't somebody else just here?" or a feeling that I'd suddenly forgotten about a member of the night's acid-taking gang (like the fear of having left one of the gang at the bar or in the park, but not remembering who exactly it was and just seeing a weird parade of faces, which can ping-pong around inside your head for a long time and create worry-waves). It always turns out to be nothing, just like how I freak out about losing my wallet at the start and end of each trip. Nothing to worry about, I always find my wallet eventually, it's just part of the insanity.

Acid has the worst comedown of any drug I've taken. I often think I'd quite like to do it again (it's been ten years), then I remember those long sleepless hours when everything seems covered in filth including the inside of your brain and think twice.

― I am flesh and blood. You are software and circuitry. (chap),

Also this ^^^^^^. Oh the filth.

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i guess man

Every time I've had the stuff (which is recently and not often) all I've felt is this agitated eccy teethgrindy thing, not a bad thing but not at all what I'd expected, and really only mild "oh look the walls wobble hahaha" stuff. I get better trips off weed! One time I was so stoned I became two-dimensional. I completely lost my sense of depth. It was pretty fucked up.

Low-grade acid = the sorts of trips you describe. Anxiety & mild distortions. If you take enough, it can get pretty intense, but the side-effects increase too, and the comedown is horrible (filth world, as described above). W/ good acid, you don't get the teethgrindy bit - or not much of it, anyway.

these are some great stories but most of all i'm thinking dammit i was wise to never take acid because i most certainly don't have the constitution for it.

Estela's story made me laugh.

i've done four radio shows on acid. best times ever...we even edited down one show to a CD that i still have copies of. this was with sometimes ilxor elan.

i think the most epic for me was when i dropped by myself at 7 in the morning on a saturday in early may. i was tired and had to do a radio show, so i just played olivia tremor control (lols) and sat and relaxed until the show was over.

then i had to cook lunch at the co-op, and i actually made a totally amazing salad and some killer flatbread. cutting up tomatoes felt soooo good. and of course i was all listening to devendra's first album and being like, damn, the oneness.

then, (and yes, this is true), i had to cook dinner with a bunch of other people for the co-op. it was mexican-themed, and we had to buy all these groceries and alcoholic beverages, and my 19 year old self buying tequila and wine illegally and on acid in the liquor store was terrifying yet weirdly fun. and at the supermarket, i stood in line behind my then-current creative writing professor, buying coronas and cheese and obsessing over the taste of lime.

that said, i never want to touch the stuff again. after the really good blotter i sold in 05 ran out, i stopped doing it entirely. but i still encourage people to take it, it CAN afford a really wonderful, transformative experience.

i'm amazed but not surprised by ilxors' ability to keep on truckin' while trippin'. my times usually involved dissociating myself from what was around me to avoid any feeling that i was being clocked.

some lovely times had. my last trip was a mini quarter of a blotter stored in the fridge for a while and saved for the night the tories were ousted in 97. felt kind of nice to be easy mild tripping while watching a huge change in british politics. watching portillo's face as he lost his seat. i think i grabbed a couple of hours sleep and then went into work (a very straight place) and held it together in the general euphoria.

crawling geometric shapes on walls, listened to Flipper

best nectarine I ever had

cross country plane flight, window seat, no one next to me, Spiritualized and The Orb on my Walkman (lol 1991), lovely view of the Rockies

freezing cold Midwest night, catching a shuttle to the airport and forgetting my ticket and having to run back to the dorm room after having been up all night

staying up all night, taking another one, deciding at the last second that I wanted out, and transferring it to the mouth of another friend (successfully).

BODY LOVERS CD WHOAH

Did a lot about ten years ago.. summaries of a few more memorable trips:

1. The first time, laid in a field w/a friend til the trees above us appeared to be reaching down toward us, a friend told us that'd be when we knew it had kicked in.. Fifteen minute bus ride to a friends house was terrifying.. When we got there, convinced friend who was wearing a skull-print shirt to take it off & hang it on the wall, we still talk about the vortex of skulls shirt.

2. Really, REALLY identifying with Hey by the Pixies. Pretty sure I sang it for at least an hour straight, elsewhere in the room a friend was obsessed with the phrase "sweet mother of pearl".

3. Out of cigarettes & underage, friend and I (both female) took all night bus from yonge & finch to queen streetcar, which only went halfway to the beaches. We walked the last half hour at 3am to get to the place we were going to meet a person at. This dude, 26ish, was going to buy us smokes, we'd never met him before but had spoken online a few times & considered him safe cuz he had started diaryland.com. He refused to buy us smokes when we finally got there so we swung for a bit at the playground near the olympic pool & went home.

My bf I took kind of dirty acid the second time I ever visited NYC. We wandered around Midtown, and then Times Square, which was difficult. We wound up just crossing wherever there was a "walk" light.

Highlights:

- Went to a live (male) strip show at the Gaiety. The guys' cut abs made them look segmented like ants. Really weird vibe there - it was a theater, not a club, and it was creepy.

- I bought a disposable camera that cost for $25. I knew this was way way too much, but I was unable to stop the transaction.

- Saw filming of the movie 15 Minutes on 8th Ave.

- Ate the best plums ever from a street vendor

- Got extremely lost in detoured pedestrian tunnels (there was construction on the regular tunnels) between two different Times Square subway stations. Loud and complicated.

This all took about 5 hours and you wanna talk about FILTHY. Ugh.

I knew this was way way too much, but I was unable to stop the transaction.

This is acid, isn't it. Money is just fun stuff to played with.

money is ridiculous on acid.

i have some ridiculous, ridiculous pictures of myself and friends on acid. the first time i dropped in college, it was halloween, and i wore this ridiculous cowboy-themed suit jackets with brown slacks. when people asked me what i was, i just said, 'i'm incognito' and laughed like a maniac.

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