BAD Trip.
Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2008 8:41 pm
Don't ask me why, but when I used to do drugs pretty heavily my friend and I went on this insane trip while we were on PCP, acid, and some pot.
We started out just at her house, taking hits after taking some altoids laced with acid, while watching YouTube videos. Then, a friend of hers comes over with a sandwich bag with some PCP in it, and tells us to put some on our next joint. We do, and then we decide to go down to his house to smoke it.
We get there, and we lit up the joints and relax. If you haven't ever been on PCP before, it's definitely one hell of a trip.
I was on the couch in room, when I started to feel really light. That's when I realized I was fucking in the air. I was freaking out, screaming at them to pull me down, but they just sat there, laughing their asses off. I started to cry from the ceiling, then crawl towards the bathroom.
They followed me, waving their arms at me giggling and trying to say that I had to let go of my tail.
I got into the bathroom, puked, and screamed when I saw Edgar Allen Poe's head floating eyeless in my puke. I fell from the ceiling, but when I landed, my arms sank up to their elbows in the floor. It felt like the rest of my body was buoyant while my arms were lead weights. I started dragging my arms through the tile, but when I got to the doorway to the hall, I couldn't move my arms part the edge of the tile onto the carpet. I started to cry again and just laid there and passed out.
When I came to, my friend was driving me back to her house, freaking out thinking I was going to die.
Scariest fucking trip ever.
We started out just at her house, taking hits after taking some altoids laced with acid, while watching YouTube videos. Then, a friend of hers comes over with a sandwich bag with some PCP in it, and tells us to put some on our next joint. We do, and then we decide to go down to his house to smoke it.
We get there, and we lit up the joints and relax. If you haven't ever been on PCP before, it's definitely one hell of a trip.
I was on the couch in room, when I started to feel really light. That's when I realized I was fucking in the air. I was freaking out, screaming at them to pull me down, but they just sat there, laughing their asses off. I started to cry from the ceiling, then crawl towards the bathroom.
They followed me, waving their arms at me giggling and trying to say that I had to let go of my tail.
I got into the bathroom, puked, and screamed when I saw Edgar Allen Poe's head floating eyeless in my puke. I fell from the ceiling, but when I landed, my arms sank up to their elbows in the floor. It felt like the rest of my body was buoyant while my arms were lead weights. I started dragging my arms through the tile, but when I got to the doorway to the hall, I couldn't move my arms part the edge of the tile onto the carpet. I started to cry again and just laid there and passed out.
When I came to, my friend was driving me back to her house, freaking out thinking I was going to die.
Scariest fucking trip ever.