I've never taken acid, but had other forms of "wtf is going on" drugs...
The first time I tripped was when I was 17. A mate of mine bought a bag of roughly 1,000 dried 'shrooms for £20. He brewed about 500 of them in a teapot. I had a sip of his "tea" but it made me retch, so he recommended that I ate them instead. I put about 150 caps in a ham sandwich. It tasted like I was eating an old bath sponge that had just been used to clean the plug hole.
After about half an hour my mate started giggling and waving his hand in front of his face in amazement. I was sat there feeling nothing for another good half hour (obviously drinking it brewed has a far quicker affect than eating) while my mate pissed himself laughing at fuck all.
After about an hour and 15 minutes, I started feeling very relaxed and warm inside... similar to being stoned but not quite. It was early December and I remember this weird Santa face hanging on the wall of my friends living room. Suddenly, Santa smiled at me and I shot to my feet freaking the fuck out. I felt my skin go cold and I started to sweat profusely. My mate was just staring at the Xmas tree, looking it up and down and concentrating very hard. Everywhere I looked things were melting and sliding down walls or across the fireplace. At first I didn't like it all but, after a few minutes of terror, it clicked that what I was seeing wasn't actually happening and the 'shrooms had taken effect. Why I didn't realise this in the first place is anyone's guess. But, I suppose that's what the drug does.
I started to enjoy it and was seeking out various things around the house to see what they'd do. The effects got stronger over the next hour or so, but then faded away over the course of 4 or 5 hours. The next morning I had a massive, uncomfortable bloated feeling and sat on the throne for about half hour. I felt sick all day and couldn't eat, but I was constantly drinking fizzy stuff in an attempt to perform the mother of all burps to make me feel better.
I've never had them since. I did buy a pack in Amsterdam in 2012, but gave them away to a mate when we got back.
One time, back at an old (late) friends house after an awesome night out clubbing, the usual trays were being passed around... a few filled with tobacco, skins and weed and the infamous white powder and rolled up 20 tray. A few randoms we got talking to had been invited back and contributed to the powder tray, but warned us all to keep it separate from the other pile... I assumed it was because his was much higher quality. Turned out to be ketamine, but I wasn't to know at the time.
My mate, as a lot of us at the time, was a budding amateur DJ and had his own set of turntables, mixer and huge collection of 12" vinyls that we'd abuse long into the dawn after a night out. While I was spinning a few tunes, one of the randoms invited me to sniff from his pile. He'd whipped me up a decent sized line and being an avid coke fan at the time I was only too happy to take him up on the offer. He held the tray up to my chin height and I sniffed the line stood up at the decks. The very second it hit the top of my nose it started stinging and the taste down the back of my throat was vile. I immediately asked wtf is that?? "Good shit that, man" he sneered. After a couple of minutes, the tune I was playing was coming to an end, so grabbed the headphones and started to que up the next one. Suddenly the right turntable looked like it was moving up away from the desk. At first, I thought someone was being a prick and pushing it up from behind while lying on the floor. No one was there. I sort of blinked hard and shook my head a bit. I felt off balance and took a step back. As I tried to take that step forward to where I was my foot felt insanely heavy. It looked like the floor was now on an incline and the decks magically glued to the table as it sloped at 45 degree angle. I knew something was wrong and knew it was what I sniffed causing it.
The whole room... sound, sights everything was distorted as fuck. I needed to sit and sit now. I felt out in front of me, like you would in the pitch black and felt someone grab my arm. I knew what direction the sofa was so just pointed. I remember feeling out with my feet to make sure I wasn't going to trip over something or someone. Instead of hearing the music or people talking, all I could hear was a constant wow wow wow wow wow sound. I didn't feel ill or scared, in fact it was a fucking awesome feeling. I was loving it.
I knew I was sat down so slouched and got comfy. I had a true out-of-body experience. It was like my soul was enjoying the party, but my body was out for the count. I knew I was on the sofa. I knew I was off my fucking face, but I didn't/couldn't move for a good 90 minutes. For those 90 minutes I went on the best journey of my life. It's hard to explain what you experience on ketamine, but it's fucking insane.
After waking from my "K-hole" I felt euphoria like never before (and I've had a fair few ecstasy pills in my time). The effects were still present. I came around to needing a piss like never before and wobbled all over the fucking place trying to get to the toilet. When I got there the bowl looked like it was flat... like a big dinner plate on the floor. I just aimed for the middle and hoped for the best.
After that night, after never having "K" before and not intending to, it became a regular thing for after clubbing. Now I'm all married and kids and shit and don't do anything any more, but if the truth be known... I miss it like fuck. I loved getting smashed and plan to again when I retire
Oh and one time I had a pipe of 60x extract salvia... never again. Never, never, never again. Oh no. No. Never.
FUCK I DIED
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