Bonnaroo Part 2: This is Hamsterdam (cont.)
Greg had a rule about buying drugs at Bonnaroo.
"Always buy from people who are fucked up," he said. "If they are, it means the shit is good and they aren't a cop. And you can negotiate a better deal."
It made sense. If you were looking to get drugs from complete strangers, asking people who were on what you were looking for was a good place to start. Even if they weren't selling, they would at least be able to point you in the right direction -- provided they still knew which way was up.
Best of all, you didn't have to worry about whether or not the shit you bought was fake when you had an living, breathing, tripping testimonial right in front of you.
Unfortunately, Greg and Matt ignored the rule when a man who was definitely not tripping offered them an entire sheet of acid for an astonishingly low price. The deal seemed too good to be true and it began to look that way after Matt ate seven tabs from the sheet, then ate three more when he didn't feel anything. An hour later he wanted to eat the rest of the sheet just to be sure.
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Bonnaroo Part 2: This is Hamsterdam (concl.)
Matt had one goal at Bonnaroo (beyond the music): he wanted to get more fucked up than he had ever been before.
The benchmark was set back in 2006, Matt's first Bonnaroo: shrooms, hash, opium, and four tallboys of Bud, all at once. "It was like an orgasm, only I was vomiting," he said on Thursday night, backlit by the Silent Disco as we wandered past, getting acquainted with Centeroo.
"That's going to be difficult to top."
"And I've done a lot of drugs since then, so my tolerance is much higher. But if I'm going to try, this is the place to do it."
It was an intriguing prospect -- finding that line, searching for that one moment of pure chemical bliss before your stomach hits the eject button. We were only on MDMA and I already felt at peace, infused with a childlike energy that made me want to dance to the beat of the world. The idea that it got better than this was certainly enticing.
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Greg had a rule about buying drugs at Bonnaroo.
"Always buy from people who are fucked up," he said. "If they are, it means the shit is good and they aren't a cop. And you can negotiate a better deal."
It made sense. If you were looking to get drugs from complete strangers, asking people who were on what you were looking for was a good place to start. Even if they weren't selling, they would at least be able to point you in the right direction -- provided they still knew which way was up.
Best of all, you didn't have to worry about whether or not the shit you bought was fake when you had an living, breathing, tripping testimonial right in front of you.
Unfortunately, Greg and Matt ignored the rule when a man who was definitely not tripping offered them an entire sheet of acid for an astonishingly low price. The deal seemed too good to be true and it began to look that way after Matt ate seven tabs from the sheet, then ate three more when he didn't feel anything. An hour later he wanted to eat the rest of the sheet just to be sure.
Read more...
Bonnaroo Part 2: This is Hamsterdam (concl.)
Matt had one goal at Bonnaroo (beyond the music): he wanted to get more fucked up than he had ever been before.
The benchmark was set back in 2006, Matt's first Bonnaroo: shrooms, hash, opium, and four tallboys of Bud, all at once. "It was like an orgasm, only I was vomiting," he said on Thursday night, backlit by the Silent Disco as we wandered past, getting acquainted with Centeroo.
"That's going to be difficult to top."
"And I've done a lot of drugs since then, so my tolerance is much higher. But if I'm going to try, this is the place to do it."
It was an intriguing prospect -- finding that line, searching for that one moment of pure chemical bliss before your stomach hits the eject button. We were only on MDMA and I already felt at peace, infused with a childlike energy that made me want to dance to the beat of the world. The idea that it got better than this was certainly enticing.
Read more...