Acid II

When I see someone--anyone--at some point in time, I wonder how they got there. I mean, why is a middle aged man in line at a drug store at 10 pm on a Friday? Where was he coming from? Where did he intend to go following his night visit?

Anyways.

This acid trip was very disappointing and it no where came near to the majestic and warm-glowing feel of the first trip. Everything felt surreal--to the point where I got panic-y. The hallucinations got really confusing--like, I was staring at a tree, but it wasn't a tree anymore...more like a conglomerate of thoughts and ideas of what the tree resembled and what the tree could be.

The beginning of the trip was nice--by the water, watching the sun set...I was taking in everything Nature had to offer. But then a course of events played themselves out leaving me highly uncomfortable and weird.

Walking alone from Lauren's house to Scott's with a head full of acid is an experience I won't soon forget. Everything I witnessed slowly drenched itself in a mix of "what the fuck is going on" and "is this actually happening?". Everything I saw had some huge significance attached to it, and for the life of me I couldn't figure out why--it was as if I was experiencing it all for the very first time...all previous memories of what I was feeling/supposed to feel were erased and they were being slowly painted back on.

Watching Hedwig and the Angry Itch was, for the lack of a better word, incredible. I’m afraid I cannot put into words what I felt throughout that movie…the visuals were over stimulating to say the least--to the point where I had a difficult time distinguishing what was what (which happened more often than not).

I feel bad for abandoning Vanessa and them, but I had to get out of that room. The trip started off as how I wanted it to go, but, like previously stated, a course of events made things incredibly overbearing. Until, that is, I got to Scott’s and was able to just relax with him--and enjoy the confusing visuals.

When I first dropped the acid, I didn’t think I’d be handling coke--but lo and behold it happened. (By handling it I mean just looking at it through a small baggy to see what the stuff actually looked like). That in itself was surreal moment…and I’m glad I left before people started cramming the blow into their heads. It was the simple stuff like that that became overbearing and almost tedious to deal with while ‘tripping balls’--under any other circumstance I would have been fine.

In conclusion the next time I drop acid, I’ll make sure the conditions won’t change to such a degree where I’ll find myself having a difficult time adjusting to the way things are flowing…

And, yeah, I believe I’m spent. I really can’t imagine how disjointed this entry must be.