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LSD is the Devil
Citation:   spliff. "LSD is the Devil: An Experience with LSD (exp4253)". Dec 16, 2000.

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5 hits oral LSD (liquid)
  T+ 4:30 3 hits oral LSD (liquid)
It was ritual really... every weekend, Kaylie and I 'take a trip' and temporarily leave reality. Its our thing. Usually 2 or 3 hits... no more. Maybe its frowned upon and what not... but we do it religiously.

Last weekend, there was some hard-core RAINBOW acid goin around. My friend Barrett had a bought a vial. The guy he got it from had said, 'you really don't want to take more than 3 at a time or your ass will fry.'

Regardless, B. dropped 5 on my tongue, as well as Kaylie's 4. (2 pm) At the time we were all at John's house. He had eaten 6 directly before we did. Kaylie and I decided to go the mall and grub at Chik Filet before it kicked in and then we intended on going back to John's. I wasn't really feeling anything like anxiety prior to eating it. I was actually pretty casual about it and tried not to think about it so it would hit me hard when it 'snuck up on me.'

I was hungry as hell. It was 2:30 when we sat down to eat. In a couple of minutes I felt alot of tightness in my jaw and my fries looked kind of... glossy? A damn 35 minutes- it hit me hard... I wanted to hit it back. We threw away our food, unable to eat. I was so f***ing giddy and I was laughing uncontrollably. Leaving the mall, Kaylie and I ran into my friend Amanda. I gave her a hug and whispered, 'I'm tripping my balls off.' She goes, 'yeh, I can tell. calm down.'

I don't remember the drive back to John's house. [Erowid Note: it is extremely irresponsible to plan to drive while high.] When we got back, there were about 9 people and everyone was on the same shit. I felt much more comfortable then. I laid on the floor in front of a fiber optics lamp. Kaylie suggested we find some Ecstacy and 'candy flip.'

B. said if I rode with him he could hook us up with some killer X. I really didn't want to. My mind was racing, I was skipping words in my sentences, and I was not too swift on my feet because I was visualizing piles of sunglasses all over the floor and I did not want to step on them. For some reason I didn't think I could function unless some one else was with me, telling me what to do- so I didn't want to leave Kaylie. All of that in addition to the fact that B is a terrible driver and sweat was rolling down his face after dropping 7 hits in his eye.

Being a damn fool I consented. He drove like a f***ing lunatic. B. had to make a few stops to sell and pick up a girl. The X fell through. It pissed me off because I didn't want it to wear off and by then we were claiming it the 'best acid we've ever had.' I sat waiting in the back of his jeep and convinced myself to take more. (6:30 pm) He sold me 3 more hits (I took them promptly) and I got 2 more for Kaylie. We all went back to John's and smoked out in his garage. I was light headed, dizy, and I felt like I was watching myself.

The most random and distorted thoughts ran through my head about myself, life, and everyone else there. I kept slipping in and out of reality and sort of having dreams with my eyes open and I was unaware of movement and sound around me. Barrett stumbled into the garage...'Theres a f***ing house on fire!!' No one paid real attention to what he had said. A couple people ran out to look.

::I'm drawing a blank right here.:: I remember riding in the back seat of Matt's car with Evan and Kaylie. I saw it. I saw the house. Masses of cop cars, firemen, and people taking pictures grew around it. It depressed me. I stood alone watching it. It was sad, but we couldn't turn away from it. I was confused... I wasn't sure it was acctually there. My thoughts were interupted by a gas explosion. Some one grabbed my arm and escorted me back to the car.

From then on I could barely clear my head. Schizophrenia took over me. I spoke when spoken to -- which was not often. Most everyone kept to themselves. It was about 11. Kaylie and I pulled ourselves away from the party. The drive home was silent. The road turned into a steep cartoon road with a smiley face sun. It was a short ride home. When we got there my uncle was there. I didn't ask why. Kaylie and I went upstairs and my whole body was shaking and going into mild convulsions. Within a few minutes my uncle came upstairs. I didn't move. (I thought maybe he wouldn't see me.) I couldn't look him in the eye. He began talking about something... I don't know. I saw him speak... but my thoughts drowned out his voice. He left. The rest of the night was a blur.

The next morning I was confused and scared. I wasn't sure if the fire had acctually happened. Kaylie told me that I scared the hell out of her and I was rambling about waffles and cops.

I don't know exactly what triggered my 'bad trip'. Take it for what its worth. I will probably not trip again, and if so it will be a long time. And everyday I'm reminded of it when I drive by the burnt-down house.

Exp Year: 2000ExpID: 4253
Gender: Female 
Age at time of experience: Not Given
Published: Dec 16, 2000Views: 7,224
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