LSD horror stories

MM, Acid.

So i met up with my friends Evan, Alex, and Zac under the bridge by the river. Just by downtown and the local skatepark. We smoked a few bowls. Ok, time to go find acid guys!

I texted my dealer, and finally got one who could come deliver. He said he'd be there in about 2 hours. Ok. We head to the local skatepark to kill some time. We meet an old enemy, Brady, he says we're cool, yadda yadda, invites himself and 10 friends to a bowl.. Not cool, Brady, not cool. We smoke 1 bowl, say we're out of weed.

Alex, Evan, Zac (he's a DOUCHEBAG) and I walk around a few blocks, end up back at the skatepark. I get a text message from the dealer. He'd meet us 1 block away in 15 minutes. Zac the Royal Douche gets a great idea. We watch as 10 or so hardcore gangsters walk into the public bathroom to smoke up.. well, there's a garage-door style thing that comes down over the door. Z the D pulls it down. Does he stop there? No, he locks it. I start to walk, I know this is gonna end bad. Alex and Evan come with, and Zac catches up. Know what he does next? We're halfway down the block, he runs back, and UNLOCKS IT, THEN COMES BACK. Of course who do the gangsters follow? Us. They try to pick a fight till a cop stops, talks to us, etc etc.

We get to the meeting spot just in time. It's a Wendy's restaurant. Me and Evan wait at the drive-thru for the guy. He pulls up, we get in the car. Alex and Zac are inside the Wendy's. We go through the drivethrough, and I get my acid and a gram of weed. We get out.. hey where's our food? I walk back to the window, stoned as hell by now. "Hey, can we have our food?" i ask the lady. I must have not said it loudly enough. "What?" she says. I say it again. "What??". "NEVERMIND, JUST GIMME THE FOOD", she hands me the bag, laughs, and I walk back to the car and deliver the meal.

Alex has left while we were getting it. Me, Zac, and Evan walk out into the parking lot, and drop the acid.

We walk 3 blocks. I feel a buzz. Maybe. I can't tell. Did that tree just move? Why is the sidewalk waving? "Guys, we need a tripsitter", says someone. "Ok, let's get Corine". We walk to her house, 2 blocks away. By now, things look fuzzy, morph, and breathe. It's been about 20 minute since we dropped it. We find corine at her house. She's drunk as a skunk. We decide it's a good idea to have her along. The cloud cover the sky, a dark base of sinister above our heads. The first raindrops fall.

As they hit the ground, a cacaphony of colour bombards my eyes, like every sense I have visualized. The rain increases. Within 30 seconds, we are drenched to the bone. "FUCK THIS" yells Evan, throwing off his shoes. We are soaking wet, and the temperature is 3 Celcius. We can't even feel it.

We walk back under the bridge. On the way, we see rabbits made of mud. The sky flashes orange, blue, it's gone, it's back, it's under me, it's alive, and still flashing colour. We get under the bridge. Still raining, even harder. Torrentially.

I look, one side of the bridge is a green lush grassy field. The other is rainy and dreary. It sounds like we're in a tin can. The ceiling is a million feet high. The train tracks are up to my knees. I can't tell if it's raining. One half of my vision collapses. I turn to Corine and Evan to tell them I'm tripping. And then I start to trip.

They collapse into the ground, only to reappear from the sky. Evan collapses sideways into Corine, she does the same to Evan. They re-appear from one another, and it continues for about 5 minutes, maybe 50 minutes. We walk our way back to the skatepark somehow.

The kids are still there, thankfully the gangsters are gone. "Is it raining?" i ask them. "What? Yeah, of course man." they answer. "Oh, I'm on Acid ya see, I can't really tell.." I say. They begin to harass Corine, 'stealing' her umbrella for a few seconds at a time. The buildings wave. They blink at me. Blank stares. Get out of here joe. The thought bounces inside of my head. It picks up speed. Soon it's a semi-truck doing backflips inside of my shoes. "We should get goin.." i say to my friends. We get to leaving.

As we leave, I guess Zac said something stupid. The umbrella's gone. Something explodes next to me. "What the fuck?" i ask my amigos. Glass sticks from my neck, my eyes, it's in my brain. The glass is alive on the ground. A colt 45 cap next to my shoe. "Turn around" it says. I do. The fellow's from the skatepark moments ago are following us, looking for a fight. They smash beer bottles around us. They follow us to the sidewalk, where they say we called them on. I KNOW I did not, even though I'm on acid. "No, man. Sorry if you heard that, I didn't." We turn to walk. They push Evan, he falls. I help him up. "Please guy, just leave us alone eh? We are in no position to fight." They continue to threaten. It's too much. My head is swirling. The birds made of shoes yell at me from the sign made of cotton. The sky spits on me. The lizards turn into grass, the grass turns into snakes, the snakes turn into lizards. "I don't know what the fuck is happening, so I'm just gonna leave".

Next thing I know, we're 3 blocks away. Just the 4 of us. We walk along the sidewalk, the world makes more sense now. There is a family sitting on their porch. It looks as though the porch is on a 300 foot hill. "Hi!" they call out. I try to say something back out, but only undecipherable sounds exit my mouth.

Corine and Alex and Zac all go home. Me and Evan decide to sit at our local high school to wait for my mom to pick us up. Our school is under construction, and there is a fence down the middle of the front yard. A middle-eastern man, turban and all, shows up. He says something I didn't hear. "Pardon?" i ask. "M'luam" he responds. Ok...

I go home. I take a shit. I jerk off.

Wow, what a Day.

Strangely enough, when those skaters tried to fight us (There were about 4 of them I beleive) I wasn't the slightest bit worried, the only thing I could think was "Why do people even fight like this?"

 

Great story man... the rain, the rain....

And I really dug your final statement. It is so cool you didn't have to fight. Now that's maintaining.:cheers2:

 

One time I tripped with a guy and a girl that I'd previously hung out with 3-4 times. They were both from Cali and supposedly had tripped several times before. We each ate 2-3 hits of very potent stuff. We ended up walking around in a park and listening to music and having a great time for a while.

Later, though, just as we were peaking (and we had just taken bong hits, which might have been part of the issue), the girl goes "did you just... what were you guys...? I need to step out for a minute." So she goes outside for a cigarette, and I go outside to find her sitting by herself outside. I was like are you ok? She was pretty out of it and rambled about some stuff, but she seemed ok. But then when I tried to get her to come back inside, she acted like I was trying to control her. "You're not my mom! What do you think we are, married? I can do what I want!"

To make a long story short, she had a total meltdown outside in a very public place in a big city, and me and my roommate and the other guy spent a loooong time trying to get her to come inside. Finally, her friend was able to talk her down, with the aid of some random girls that she enlisted to help her remember what reality is like (they talked about random pop culture stuff, current events, etc.). It was a brilliant thought on her part, to find some comfort in talking to strangers. Anyway, it was really scary. She went totally psychotic, and I really thought for a minute that the cops were going to come, take her to the mental hospital, and bust me and my roommate for having a bunch of L. Thank God she ended up calming down. It was truly nightmarish.