It's been awhile, so I thought I'd update this with the telling of the first time I took acid, on Thursday the 2nd of August, two-thousand and eight. It was a little after 11 o'clock when I got home from work. The place was empty, so I called my roommate. My roommate, Nate, was already tripping with his brother. Both had ate two hits at five that evening. They said they would be there in 15 so i cracked open a beer. Twenty minutes later I hear shouting out on the street. It's them, and for some reason they can't get inside. When I opened the door I saw a growler full of beer, a 30-rack, and two maniacs. We got back inside, smoked a bong, I ate two hits, and drank some more beer. About ten or twenty minutes later I took two more hits, Nate ate four more and his brother, Tom, ate three more. We packed a backpack with the thirty, smoked a bowl, then headed out to some dude's house.
Half way to this strange house, I lost all connection with reality. I wasn't flesh and bone but some kind of liquidy gel held together somehow. At that point we were utterly lost. We were lost in our own neighborhood. Every intersection we got to, there were cops, or at least I thought I was seeing cops. We would pause, try to remember where we were and where we were going, making asses of ourselves to anyone who would pay attention to us. Nate was rambling about something incoherently. Tom called his friend's house four or five times within minutes of each call, repeating the same thing: Where is your house?
We were finally rescued by Toms friend, Q. He came up from behind us on a bike and told us to follow him. I knew him from earlier that year but this time he looked like some kind of centaur sent out to find us and lead us back to some Greek princess who would feed us honey and turn us into animals. We got to his apartment, and as we were going up the stairs I suddenly felt like I was walking up the stairs to Toms old apartment in Bangor. That's a whole other crazy story. But I really felt as if when I got to the top of the stairs, I'd be standing in Tom's apartment in Bangor. I snapped out of it when I realized: Could I be that fucked up on acid right now that I could actually transcend space and time and wind up back in that dingy shit-hole apartment I haven't been to in over two years? I saw familiar faces and the good vibes returned. But not for long. We were getting ready to smoked a huge blunt, and I remember telling them that I was set on the smoking. I was in a good place right there. I wish it had last longer, because soon Tom was talking about leaving his weed back at our place. Nate was rolling on the floor at this time. We decided it was time to go outside and re-group. "We'll be back in five minutes" we told them. As soon as we got outside that plan vanished and we started walking home. We have no idea where we are, except we know we're in the North End, on Hickok Street. I was leading. When we got to an intersection, I'd figure out what street it was, then make a decision. I told them both to be quiet. I would think that there were people on their front porches going inside when they saw these three monsters staggering down the street. Miraculously, we made it to my apartment. I immediately felt better. The good vibes started rolling when I put on Pink Floyd Live in Pompeii. We smoked again, and drank more beer. Tom and I both knew we would never leave the house again that night. The rest of the night was a typical tripped out night. Watched some more movies, or about ten minutes of a movie. Then it would get too intense. Everything had kind of like a fun house mirror effect to it. Nate went to bed around three and Tom kind of passed out on the couch. I played mariokart on the gamecube for awhile, thenI went inside my room to put on a record of dark side of the moon. Now, since this is suicide girls, I'll be honest. I had to experience an orgasm while on LSD. Well, that was fucking crazy. It was like, at the end, a huge 'splat' and my body hit a brick wall and went right through it. Very nice. Anyway. After I listened to some Floyd and played minesweeper on my computer, I stopped the record and put on the old school Willy Wonka and tried to go to sleep. Well, the movie went fine until the first scene with Slugworth. The music in that scene was just too much so I skipped to when they got to the factory. Pure Imagination was very enjoyable. I knew I had to skip the boat scene before it even came on. After that the movie became really weird and I couldn't sleep with it on. As a last ditch effort to get some rest that night, I put on The Last Waltz, something I've watched tripping before. Well it didn't help, and I might have gotten an hour of sleep. I woke around seven or eight that morning. Nate and Tom were up. I expected the acid to have worn off by then but both Nate and Tom said they were still strung out on it. We walked to a place called Magnolia's for breakfast. When we got there the host asked us how we were doing. I just looked back at them and kind of laughed. Throughout the whole meal, we did out best to not burst out laughing and run outside.
The rest of the day Tom and I drank more beer and smoked more weed. I feel asleep at 7:30 that night and woke up at 5am the next morning. Yep, it was a pretty good time.
Half way to this strange house, I lost all connection with reality. I wasn't flesh and bone but some kind of liquidy gel held together somehow. At that point we were utterly lost. We were lost in our own neighborhood. Every intersection we got to, there were cops, or at least I thought I was seeing cops. We would pause, try to remember where we were and where we were going, making asses of ourselves to anyone who would pay attention to us. Nate was rambling about something incoherently. Tom called his friend's house four or five times within minutes of each call, repeating the same thing: Where is your house?
We were finally rescued by Toms friend, Q. He came up from behind us on a bike and told us to follow him. I knew him from earlier that year but this time he looked like some kind of centaur sent out to find us and lead us back to some Greek princess who would feed us honey and turn us into animals. We got to his apartment, and as we were going up the stairs I suddenly felt like I was walking up the stairs to Toms old apartment in Bangor. That's a whole other crazy story. But I really felt as if when I got to the top of the stairs, I'd be standing in Tom's apartment in Bangor. I snapped out of it when I realized: Could I be that fucked up on acid right now that I could actually transcend space and time and wind up back in that dingy shit-hole apartment I haven't been to in over two years? I saw familiar faces and the good vibes returned. But not for long. We were getting ready to smoked a huge blunt, and I remember telling them that I was set on the smoking. I was in a good place right there. I wish it had last longer, because soon Tom was talking about leaving his weed back at our place. Nate was rolling on the floor at this time. We decided it was time to go outside and re-group. "We'll be back in five minutes" we told them. As soon as we got outside that plan vanished and we started walking home. We have no idea where we are, except we know we're in the North End, on Hickok Street. I was leading. When we got to an intersection, I'd figure out what street it was, then make a decision. I told them both to be quiet. I would think that there were people on their front porches going inside when they saw these three monsters staggering down the street. Miraculously, we made it to my apartment. I immediately felt better. The good vibes started rolling when I put on Pink Floyd Live in Pompeii. We smoked again, and drank more beer. Tom and I both knew we would never leave the house again that night. The rest of the night was a typical tripped out night. Watched some more movies, or about ten minutes of a movie. Then it would get too intense. Everything had kind of like a fun house mirror effect to it. Nate went to bed around three and Tom kind of passed out on the couch. I played mariokart on the gamecube for awhile, thenI went inside my room to put on a record of dark side of the moon. Now, since this is suicide girls, I'll be honest. I had to experience an orgasm while on LSD. Well, that was fucking crazy. It was like, at the end, a huge 'splat' and my body hit a brick wall and went right through it. Very nice. Anyway. After I listened to some Floyd and played minesweeper on my computer, I stopped the record and put on the old school Willy Wonka and tried to go to sleep. Well, the movie went fine until the first scene with Slugworth. The music in that scene was just too much so I skipped to when they got to the factory. Pure Imagination was very enjoyable. I knew I had to skip the boat scene before it even came on. After that the movie became really weird and I couldn't sleep with it on. As a last ditch effort to get some rest that night, I put on The Last Waltz, something I've watched tripping before. Well it didn't help, and I might have gotten an hour of sleep. I woke around seven or eight that morning. Nate and Tom were up. I expected the acid to have worn off by then but both Nate and Tom said they were still strung out on it. We walked to a place called Magnolia's for breakfast. When we got there the host asked us how we were doing. I just looked back at them and kind of laughed. Throughout the whole meal, we did out best to not burst out laughing and run outside.
The rest of the day Tom and I drank more beer and smoked more weed. I feel asleep at 7:30 that night and woke up at 5am the next morning. Yep, it was a pretty good time.