LSD - Experienced - Nothing matters but now
Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 11:35 pm
A very good friend of mine is quitting drugs after this year is over. He desperately needs sobriety, he's hella burned out on drugs. Of course I'm happy he's quitting since I'm his friend, but I feel a sense of loss as well. After knowing him for only 3 months, he's the best friend I have ever had, all because of drugs. Since he's quitting, we decided to dose (that's the word and verb for acid where I'm from) together for what will be pretty much the last time. We might dose again together, but not for a very long time.
We get our acid around 7 and take it. One sugar cube with two drops on it each. We hang around for awhile and eventually catch a ride to a friend's apartment. We hang out there for awhile, smoke a couple bowls. We're both coming up by this point. Before the acid has really kicked in all the way, we catch a ride over to his apartment to hunker down for the night. We put on some music (I don't even know what, I didn't pay much attention to it) and just hang out for awhile. We're chilling out and he's playing a Tower Defense flash game. We talk for awhile and at one point he asks me if I want more. I say "Yeah, kinda" and he says "You've been a good friend" and gives me another sugar cube for free. Of course I'm touched. I eat the cube at about 9:30. Anybody who says redosing acid once you've come up doesn't do anything is wrong, because eating that cube definitely took me a lot higher. So we hang out, laughing, joking, talking, and tripping and all of a sudden I just realize how absolutely perfect the night is. All the shit thats going on in my life, all the shit I needed to do the next day that I wouldn't want to do at ALL because I would be brain fried, none of that mattered. The moment was absolutely perfect. I was with two of my best friends (his girlfriend was there) in their apartment on 4 hits of good acid, tripping with my best friend in the world for the last time for a long time. I simply drank in the moment. Never have I understood the words "Be here now" more than that one moment. It was absolutely fantastic. It was shaping up to be easily my happiest trip so far. After awhile, his girlfriend wanted to take a shower with him. I didn't mind at all. So they went in the shower, so I spent the peak of my trip alone. I'm rather glad they wanted to take a shower then. I was just thinking about life in general and how many things are just screwed up in the world. It was then that I really understood the psychedelic movement of the 60s and 70s. I thought a lot of things in a very short period of time, and they can all be summed up in this phrase: Let's all get lost in an acid dream. The world would be so much better if certain people in particular, and a lot of people in general would just eat a few hits of acid.
All in all, it was an absolutely fantastic trip. I started in on a couple negative thought loops, but I recognized and broke them early. I wouldn't trade that night for anything.
We get our acid around 7 and take it. One sugar cube with two drops on it each. We hang around for awhile and eventually catch a ride to a friend's apartment. We hang out there for awhile, smoke a couple bowls. We're both coming up by this point. Before the acid has really kicked in all the way, we catch a ride over to his apartment to hunker down for the night. We put on some music (I don't even know what, I didn't pay much attention to it) and just hang out for awhile. We're chilling out and he's playing a Tower Defense flash game. We talk for awhile and at one point he asks me if I want more. I say "Yeah, kinda" and he says "You've been a good friend" and gives me another sugar cube for free. Of course I'm touched. I eat the cube at about 9:30. Anybody who says redosing acid once you've come up doesn't do anything is wrong, because eating that cube definitely took me a lot higher. So we hang out, laughing, joking, talking, and tripping and all of a sudden I just realize how absolutely perfect the night is. All the shit thats going on in my life, all the shit I needed to do the next day that I wouldn't want to do at ALL because I would be brain fried, none of that mattered. The moment was absolutely perfect. I was with two of my best friends (his girlfriend was there) in their apartment on 4 hits of good acid, tripping with my best friend in the world for the last time for a long time. I simply drank in the moment. Never have I understood the words "Be here now" more than that one moment. It was absolutely fantastic. It was shaping up to be easily my happiest trip so far. After awhile, his girlfriend wanted to take a shower with him. I didn't mind at all. So they went in the shower, so I spent the peak of my trip alone. I'm rather glad they wanted to take a shower then. I was just thinking about life in general and how many things are just screwed up in the world. It was then that I really understood the psychedelic movement of the 60s and 70s. I thought a lot of things in a very short period of time, and they can all be summed up in this phrase: Let's all get lost in an acid dream. The world would be so much better if certain people in particular, and a lot of people in general would just eat a few hits of acid.
All in all, it was an absolutely fantastic trip. I started in on a couple negative thought loops, but I recognized and broke them early. I wouldn't trade that night for anything.