A whole lot of acid

Not recommended

Substances: LSD, 5-MeO-DMT

Well, when I was nineteen, he began, my friends and I went on a roadtrip around the US. At one point we ended up at the house of one of my friend's parents in Wyoming. About this time my friends and I were doing a lot of acid habitually. We had dropped four times in the last seven days. This night we began with C and I both eating ten strips of blotter (each), and R and M both eating 6 hits(each). (this the most we as a group had ever consumed in a night, by at least a factor of two.) We all got in Cs car and drove to supermarket to get some things. On our way their all of us were getting the giggles really badly. We returned to Cs house after picking up one of Cs friends, J. (she stayed sober.) Then things got altogether out of hand. We decided to consume some liquid. C had about ten more hits of liquid. I had another seven. M and R also had about seven. We walked down into Cs backyard. We sat underneath some trees by a stream (C has a huge backyard) for quite some time, just talking and enjoying the stillness of the night all around us. Then C pulled out some 5-meo-dmt, and we all (except J) took a small hit from on top of some pot. This ended up being a really bad way to do it, and none of us broke through, but the 5meo took longer than usual to fade because of the amount of lsd we had consumed. At this point we were all tripping harder than any of us had ever tripped before. The tracers that I was getting would last for probably fifteen seconds or more. The world was a very confused place. I walked away from the group and lay down in some grass. Just then the leading edge of a cloud system (the day had been clear) rolled by overhead, very slowly. I lay there on my back while above me, one by one, the stars were going out. Suddenly a really bad idea manifested in my mind. I walked back to the little group and asked 'C, would you like to eat a sheet with me?' The idea surprised C, but he was intrigued. R did NOT approve. She made it very clear that she thought our eating sheets of acid was a bad idea. But we decided to do so anyway. We returned to the house by way of a trail, and we each cut a sheet from the supply of blotter that we had brought. M and R were playing with liquid. There was a vial that was partially full, and they dumped it into a cup of yoplait and stirred it all around and consumed it gradually over the next hour or two. We then returned to our spot underneath the trees and looked at each other. Then I thought what the hell and put the sheet in my mouth. C smiled, and did the same. I chewed. I chewed. I chewed. I grimaced... I had never been able to taste LSD before, and now that I had the chance I really didnt appreciate it. It was very bitter, and almost made me want to vomit. I chewed and chewed and chewed for at least five minutes. 'C, did you swallow yours?' I asked. 'No I spit it out a long time ago' he replied. 'Oh.' then I swallowed the chewed up wad of blotter. I cant remember why now but J R and M all walked back to the house. C and I were spinning glowsticks on the ends of strings (you might have seen someone do this at a rave?) , trying new patterns of interlacing loops etc... down by the stream. It had been only ten minutes or so but my trip was increasing so quickly it almost worried me. Everything in my visual field was composed of dancing patterns shaped like the mandelbrot set. The patterns moved and evolved incredibly quickly, and they kept going faster and faster. The girls returned and sat under the trees again. I crawled off to find a peaceful place to vomit. For a while I was crouched at the top of an embankment, about to regurgitate that blotter along with whatever else was in my stomach onto the bushes below. Then I decided I didnt want to be physically uncomfortable, and if I wanted to I could just make the body fry feel good and sensual the way it did when i first started doing LSD. And it worked, I felt great, and I returned to my friends. In hindsight I wish that I had vomited. C did. We returned to his house. On the way back, I went out ahead of the group on what seemed to be a simple path. At some point I realized I was in the middle of fucking nowhere and there was no trail in sight. I turned around and walked in exactly the opposite direction from where I had been heading and soon ran into everyone else, who was walking as a group. This time we stayed as a group and eventually made it back to the house. Again, inside, I felt ill. I went into the bathroom and vomited a tiny bit of hot, extremely sour liquid. I looked down and there was blood in the toilet where I had just vomited. I looked away and flushed the toilet, then looked down again at the empty bowl and thought shit, what if that wasnt a hallucination? My stomach did hurt intensely, with stabbing pains... I layed down on the floow in a fetal position and watched fractals exploding on my eyelids at unbelievable speed.... My thoughts were flying, it seemed, backwards down the evolutionary ladder. I was able to experience myself as a creature wholly of instincts. I saw how my hormones dictated my everyday life. I was aware of every aspect of the animal which I am. I just lay there and was aware. Eventually my stomach hurt a little less and I got up and walked out of the room. Much to my surprise, it was light outside (we ate the sheets at around 11:30 pm) I couldnt believe it. I went into the bathroom at 2:30, and when I came out it was after 8:00. It felt like it had only been an hour or so. I think that my brain must have just ceased functioning at some point, and gone to sleep. I wonder if my eyes were closed, if thats what happened... The next day I tripped all day. I had come down a lot by dinner time though. We ate dinner with Cs parents and they didnt notice anything odd, so I guess we must have been pretty down by then. In retrospect I really wish I had vomited in those bushes when I had the chance. C did and he had a wonderful night. I didnt and ended up passed out on the floor of the bathroom. Three hours of peak was not a good deal for the price my brain had to pay for eating 117 hits of acid. As a result of this trip and about a dozen ordinary dose trips (2-4 hits) over a two month period, the author became permafried visually, to the extent where the world was seen visually as if he were on about a half a hit of acid all of the time. The author does NOT recommend this experience. It seems that dose response is an inverse square relationship whereas toxicity of the compound is DEFINATELY linear. The authors body was literally in PAIN from the amount of body fry that was present. If you want to trip to an insane degree, eat ten hits of acid. A whole sheet does not make you trip all that much harder, but its way harder on the body. I know this tale kind of stretches credibility, but trust me, there ARE people this stupid (Im one of them).

With that the old man finished. He rose and turned, vanishing into the darkness.