Hi everybody this is my first story, and boy is it a long one. I'll use the format to make it easier.
Substance(s)/Dose:
LSD, 25C(i)-NBOME/A lot, I had a huge tolerance
Experience (in general and/or with the substance(s)):
In general? Not a whole lot; I'm 19.
With the substances? Here we go.
It all begins with my desire to try LSD, I got my hands on two blotters and shared them with my friend Z. Z and I tripped on acid while J ate some mushrooms at J's house. Which wasn't the best setting in hindsight, his yard hadn't been mowed in ages. This was my first time with LSD and the whole time (especially after watching J's sweater change colors) I felt that something was awry and I couldn't put my finger on it. It was all very interesting though and thus I enjoyed it. I wanted to try it again, and I did :Oo:.
My heavy LSD use began in mid July of this year and lasted until late August, during that time I became rather... myself.
Where did you trip?: Everywhere, in my car, grocery stores, I got my haircut once
Did you trip alone or with others?: both, originally with others but it ended with solo trips trying to get my head on straight.
How did you prepare?: I typically didn't. It was an all the time thing.
To start us off let me introduce you all to everyone involved.
Claude: Now this right here is a huge black man over 500 lbs eazy with one hell of a relatable personality. He was the OG so to speak of my journey through psychedelia, tripped with this guy once or twice weekly and in large doses. I forgot who I was one time and became him for a moment, then later found myself in the kitchen. You get the picture. I had one particularly bad trip with him I'll share another time.
Bre: 19yo white girl with a baby daughter. She's about 5'3", REALLY skinny, and is now Claude's dominatrix. Kicks him in the balls and stuff... Anyways, I dated her for a little while and the most significant time tripping around her (she doesn't trip) begins when one morning I had taken two hits of acid, spent the whole afternoon in and out of the shower and the guest room and eventually I picked her and her baby up and drove them to watch her dad play baseball in a church league. I didn't enjoy it that much, her baby was tripping me out as usual, I didn't know what to say to anyone, somebody asked me to sign a petition, and on top of all that I had made a gay joke to her father. On the bright side I did manage to predict the double loss of the red team and thought I might be psychic. Our relationship wasn't really working out.
Anthony: Old friend. I tripped with him and his ex GF who also happens to be a close friend of mine and long story short I had a bad trip now we don't speak. It was sort of an unwanted spiritual experience.
Peter and Matt: One time I drove across town to deliver some doses to peter, before leaving I put 1000ug of 25C on my tongue. I got down there, and had already begun to come up. Peter told me to go over to Matt's house around 9:30 he'd be there. I thought "perfect, I'll drive back across town to do something else really quick and by then it'll be time to go to Matt's. It's 9:30, I'm tripping pretty hard. I walk up the stairs to Matt's room guitar in hand. I knock on the door only to find Matt... No Peter. We sat down and smoked some hash, he's in his late 30's and kind of depressed and for some reason I assumed he had taken it too. Or maybe I forgot that I was tripping, that happens some times. Anyways we chit chatted for a little while and suddenly it all started to make sense to me: Peter wasn't coming, Matt was expecting me to have doses for him, I didn't have them and had simply walked into his place and started talking to him. I left, forgot my guitar, and started driving home. OMW I noticed I was tailgating somebody. I looked in my rear view mirror only to find there was nobody behind me so I decided I should stop and chill out. That's where it happened, right there in the steak and shake parking lot I lost my mind. I don't even know how many hours I spent staring out the windshield of my car.
Phew, it feels nice to remember. I have better stories from where this came from but you know.... after all that acid things are a little hard to remember.
During my time drifting through space I had a crisis. I realized I had changed forever.
Substance(s)/Dose:
LSD, 25C(i)-NBOME/A lot, I had a huge tolerance
Experience (in general and/or with the substance(s)):
In general? Not a whole lot; I'm 19.
With the substances? Here we go.
It all begins with my desire to try LSD, I got my hands on two blotters and shared them with my friend Z. Z and I tripped on acid while J ate some mushrooms at J's house. Which wasn't the best setting in hindsight, his yard hadn't been mowed in ages. This was my first time with LSD and the whole time (especially after watching J's sweater change colors) I felt that something was awry and I couldn't put my finger on it. It was all very interesting though and thus I enjoyed it. I wanted to try it again, and I did :Oo:.
My heavy LSD use began in mid July of this year and lasted until late August, during that time I became rather... myself.
Where did you trip?: Everywhere, in my car, grocery stores, I got my haircut once
Did you trip alone or with others?: both, originally with others but it ended with solo trips trying to get my head on straight.
How did you prepare?: I typically didn't. It was an all the time thing.
To start us off let me introduce you all to everyone involved.
Claude: Now this right here is a huge black man over 500 lbs eazy with one hell of a relatable personality. He was the OG so to speak of my journey through psychedelia, tripped with this guy once or twice weekly and in large doses. I forgot who I was one time and became him for a moment, then later found myself in the kitchen. You get the picture. I had one particularly bad trip with him I'll share another time.
Bre: 19yo white girl with a baby daughter. She's about 5'3", REALLY skinny, and is now Claude's dominatrix. Kicks him in the balls and stuff... Anyways, I dated her for a little while and the most significant time tripping around her (she doesn't trip) begins when one morning I had taken two hits of acid, spent the whole afternoon in and out of the shower and the guest room and eventually I picked her and her baby up and drove them to watch her dad play baseball in a church league. I didn't enjoy it that much, her baby was tripping me out as usual, I didn't know what to say to anyone, somebody asked me to sign a petition, and on top of all that I had made a gay joke to her father. On the bright side I did manage to predict the double loss of the red team and thought I might be psychic. Our relationship wasn't really working out.
Anthony: Old friend. I tripped with him and his ex GF who also happens to be a close friend of mine and long story short I had a bad trip now we don't speak. It was sort of an unwanted spiritual experience.
Peter and Matt: One time I drove across town to deliver some doses to peter, before leaving I put 1000ug of 25C on my tongue. I got down there, and had already begun to come up. Peter told me to go over to Matt's house around 9:30 he'd be there. I thought "perfect, I'll drive back across town to do something else really quick and by then it'll be time to go to Matt's. It's 9:30, I'm tripping pretty hard. I walk up the stairs to Matt's room guitar in hand. I knock on the door only to find Matt... No Peter. We sat down and smoked some hash, he's in his late 30's and kind of depressed and for some reason I assumed he had taken it too. Or maybe I forgot that I was tripping, that happens some times. Anyways we chit chatted for a little while and suddenly it all started to make sense to me: Peter wasn't coming, Matt was expecting me to have doses for him, I didn't have them and had simply walked into his place and started talking to him. I left, forgot my guitar, and started driving home. OMW I noticed I was tailgating somebody. I looked in my rear view mirror only to find there was nobody behind me so I decided I should stop and chill out. That's where it happened, right there in the steak and shake parking lot I lost my mind. I don't even know how many hours I spent staring out the windshield of my car.
Phew, it feels nice to remember. I have better stories from where this came from but you know.... after all that acid things are a little hard to remember.
During my time drifting through space I had a crisis. I realized I had changed forever.
