Posted by seanblaze Doesn't sound like those are rare occurances man. Sounds like it happens a lil' too often. Me thinks you need some better connects - and to leave the "real drugs" alone.

this is over about a 7 year span man.

Well I did get some interesting visuals of the ceiling, but nothing really worth mentioning. And that was only if I stared at it for a while. I'd estimate each one had like 40 micrograms on it or so. Bummer. But it DID synthesize with grass really well. Well not "well" but strongly. It had way too much of a body buzz to it, the weed anyway.

I had to walk home . . . it was fucking intense. I was hearing music and voices, when the wind blew I felt like I was being tumbled over, and I kept confusing the "eternal monologue" in my head for the voice of someone next to me. Not very fun, in fact it was terrifying. I finally understand what people mean when they say they had "ego death" on acid. It felt like I was watching a video of what was happening, but I didn't really have any thoughts of my own. I was just a cellular machine working automatically. I also kept thinking I "was" the road (or whatever I happened to be looking at). Pretty hard to describe. But I think that was mostly the pot.

Here's a funny tid-bit after we smoked a bowl between five people:

N: Yeah dude I love this bud because it's got a great body buzz y'know?
Me: Yeah I know what you mean but I like a headier high myself.
N: Wow man I'm hearing shit . . . I hear like this oceanic noise towards the back of my head.
Me: Holy shit dude I hear it too!
J: Hey Cheech & Chong, that's my air conditioner.

Some of you may not think this is too bad but to me this was fucking miserable..
My regular dealer was out of town, so I called my friend M to see if he oculd hook me up. (he knows people) So he arranges me to meet his moms boyfriend D. So I meet at the designated area, designated time. D is about 45 minutes late. When he finally shows up he tells me he couldnt get a hold of him to get the green, so we had to go to his house. Sure whatever. So we walk for about 30 minutes to this dealers place. J, Hes not home. So we sit in the living room, and IM surrounded by people, I dont know, who are all waiting to buy weed from this guy. 45 minutes later the guy comes home. Hes out of weed, and trying to 'get in touch' with someone. Said it should be about 30 min. So then he puts on Jackass 2. Fine with me, hadn't seen it. And it wasnt until about half way through watching it the SECOND TIME that J got the call. I spent a total of 2 and a half hours in this place before I finally got my weed. I sat through jackass twice, with this really annoying chick kept commenting on the fucking movie. She seriously annoyed the crap out of me. Anyways, 2.5 hours later I get my weed....and Im seriously ripped off. $40 fucking wasted. I got less than half of what I usually get for that price. And..it was shitty weed!


Im sorry is parts of this dont make sense. Becuase I wrote it high.

That calls up another story of mine, one of the myriad times I tried to buy acid.
I was at this party with my friend L, and we were having a pretty decent time of it, I'd brought my minidisc player, and hooked it up to their stereo, so we were all rocking out to some pretty good drum n Bass (I was 19, just starting my sophomore year of college, at the house of a "Friend of a friend whose parents were out of town".)

anyway, partway through the night I'm talking to this kid about butterfly knives (we were each carrying one, so we were trading tricks), and the conversation turns to acid. He tells me that he's got some and he'll let it go for $5 a hit. I say awesome, but I need to walk to the gas station to get cash (all I had was my check card). he says ok, so I walk down, get some money, and come back.

well, apparently while I was gone his friends convinced him I was an undercover cop, so I get back and it's all like "sorry man, I don't have it".

Needless to say I was fucking LIVID. I should have pretended I was a cop and made him give me the acid (the dumbass had showed it to me before I went to get money).
I know that it's a little sketchy to leave and get cash, but cmon, I was a longhaired hippy freak who just earlier was talking about aphrodite while playing with a butterfly knife and smoking pot, If I was cop, I could have just busted him for the fucking joint he passed me.

I should have fucked with their heads, but all we did was call them a bunch of tools and leave.

I'll bet it's a story they tell to this day.