=================================================================
This file is a part of the 1999 Hyperreal Drug Archives Snapshot.  
This snapshot is hosted by Erowid and will not be updated after 
October 1999.  The information in these files may be out of date.  
See Erowid's Psychoactive Vaults for more current info.
=================================================================

 From: jooji@eden.rutgers.edu (Jasper O'Malley)
Newsgroups: alt.drugs
Subject: Caffeine Trips and other such niceties
Date: 17 Feb 1995 14:08:47 -0500
Message-ID: <3i2s7v$eiq@er6.rutgers.edu>

"And he opened the seventh seal..."

Just thought you guys be interested in a little bit of excitement that came
my way last night...

After drinking an entire pot of coffee in less than an hour, around 4 AM this
morning I became completely and utterly convinced that the world was going to
end at exactly 6:11 AM this morning, just before first light.  I'm not making
this up.  I completely lost my shit in a way that I have never lost it
before.

I was so freaked out, I wanted to die.  Not to kill myself, just
die. I had absolutely no desire to write, speak, eat, blow my nose, kiss,
think or be in general...I wanted to die and I was convinced that when the
world did end in a blaze of hellfire, I was gonna be judged by the
Lord Almighty and burn for eternity.  I wrote four pages about it in
my journal as I was hip deep in the shitpool that was a stimulant
overdose induced, acute manic/paranoiac attack that triggered some
sort of neoclassical, metaphysical, socio-religious and philosophical
crisis.

Needless to say this sucked real bad, and I didn't real start to come
down off this until around 5 in the morning.  This particularly blew
'cos I had two labs to finish by today (already late...I only ended up
getting one done), and I didn't feel a hell of a lot of incentive to
expound on the vibrational-rotational modes of carbon dioxide
molecules being that the world was going to come to a screeching halt
and I was hurtling toward that inevitable eternity of suffering and
agony reserved for unrepentant pagans and unbelievers like m'self...

I fully snapped out of it at 6:20 and now my stomach feels like I
swallowed a pound of Drain-O and pixie stick cocktails...

If anyone ever tells you caffeine is not a psychoactive drug when
taken in significantly large quantities, spit on their nose.  And if
you find the bastard that sprinkled LSD on my French Roast, cut out
his tongue...

HUGS & KISSES,
Crackerboy O'Brien