Im still imagining anyone trying to ride home on a bike while tabbed.

theres no telling where you'd end up or how you got there

I wound up at an IHOP with a bunch of Hells Angels, then I woke up in a park with an evangelist screaming at me through a bullhorn. Thankfully, I was fully clothed, and my bike was safe.

Hmmm, the confluence of these stories reminds me somehow of the time I took off all my clothes at a Pink Floyd concert.


But that was on mushrooms! I never behaved so scandilously on acid!! :rolleyes:





:iSm:

Glad to see I wasn't the only one who thought that!


I never tried the stuff, I think my brother did enough for both of us:evil:

Once in college. I didn't feel a thing and then suddenly I felt everything, and it all felt so good. The air was a soft, sexy material stroking my skin. I was in love with everyone and everything. Then the colors intensified and changed. Very pretty. Then everything inanimate was breathing. It was entirely pleasant until I looked in the mirror. I saw an ugly monstrous version of myself looking back at me. Every flaw was exaggerated. I wanted to wash my face. I remember that most vividly. I was gripped with intense disappointed and I wanted to scrub my face raw. Suddenly, I thought about an old D.A.R.E. story about a girl who dropped acid and peeled off all of her skin thinking she was an orange. Well, I didn't want to be that girl. I got a grip on myself. "It's the drugs," I said aloud and left the bathroom. Found a friend who said, "You looked in the mirror?! Don't ever do that when you're on acid."

Would have helped to know that sooner.

Anyhoo, after about 4 hours I was getting pretty bored and tired. I had to travel to my aunt's place for Thanksgiving the next day. So even though that crap is supposed to keep you up for a long time, I crawled into bed and fell asleep. Mind over drug, mind over drug, mind over drug. Or maybe I just hallucinated that I slept. Heh.

My dad participated in one of Leary's experiments at Harvard. He was in the control group. The "didn't take any acid" group. Heh.

Hahaha, that's like Rule No. 3 or possibly 2.


Ah I pity the odd young person who will come across LSD with no mentor class to guide them.

:(

Eh, I never had a problem with the mirror thing, beyond just losing a lot of time there.

On my first trip I ended up lying under a desk with a pair of headphones playing Dark Side. It felt like I was down there forever...and then the bells went off and I realized it had been just the first track.

Yes, the Caveat to Rule No. 2 or 3 is that, for those with the gene that prevents them from freaking out at the mirror reflection of themselves, they will still lose lots of time just lost in it. So even though 17.6% of trippers have that gene, it's still routinely dispensed advice to newbies as a general guideline.

The mirror was scary in a thrilling sort of way. I had a little revelation there too, about looking like my mother. Mostly, it was a REAL funhouse mirror.

Hmm, what other "rules" are there? Don't do it alone, don't go swimming....

One of first experiences involved my friend and I getting "kidnapped" by Adam, the guy who sold the stuff to us, sitting in Adam's car as he did donuts on the ice in a parking lot of a St Louis radio station, staring into the bathroom mirror at said station while they played with sound effects, being dragged back to his apartment where his girlfriend had just slashed her wrists (not fatally) while listening to Leonard Cohen... and on... and on...

good times.