DOSE:

1 hit

sublingual

25C-NBOH

(blotter / tab)

BODY WEIGHT:

180 lb

NBOH for Dummies

[Erowid Note: The term "acid" has been used as a common name for d-LSD since the 1960s. Although confusion associated with newer psychoactive substances has lead some people to use the term "acid" to refer to anything LSD-like or anything psychedelic on blotter or sold in drops, we believe this represents an error and not a useful evolution in language.]
I'm in my dorm room twiddling my thumbs. I'm trying hard to avoid taking my newly arrived chemical. There it sits, little strawberry blotter tabs, taunting me. I know its not the best time to trip, its a Monday afternoon, and despite being done with class, the campus is still alive and busy. I hesitate, but stupidly place the little strawberry under my tongue.

ACK!

It was so bitter that a little scab formed under my tongue the day after. Despite common sense suggesting otherwise, I keep this burning piece of paper in my mouth.

0:30 - lying in my bed I notice my The Office poster is staring at me. Well, its more like the characters in it are following me with their eyes. Its creepy, good fun. I take a look at the clock and 'SHIT!', I remember that I promised a fraternity brother I would go to his muslim fair which was held in a campus building not far from my room.

0:45 - after cheerfully pacing through campus with bright colors and tracers I arrive at the building. Walking in I see some of my brothers, which is a comforting feeling. One of them knows I'm tripping and so soon all of them know that I'm tripping, as someone being on 'acid' is impossible to keep hidden for long. So I'm laughing and hanging out feeling that positive electric-buzz that accompanies an acid trip, except this stuff feels a few paces more euphoric. Well, in a few short minutes the room fills up. A giant orgy of food, foreign folks, and friends of friends thrashes about the room as I try to keep my cool. I anchor on to my fraternity brothers, who themselves seem to be confused and overwhelmed. We take our seat and prepare for the speeches.

1:00 - I'm sweating bullets, a distinct heart racing has come upon me and I firmly believe its an effect of the drug . Not only is my heart marching like a fat field band drummer, theres a muslim student singing a hymn in a foreign tongue. Now, I dont know if my reaction was based on cultural conditioning, but this situation confused and scared me. A girl I know pretty well glances over to start a hushed conversation with me. I hear 'did you dont you will you wont you' and decide its time for me to remove myself from the room. I poke my brother who originally knew what I was on and he smiles and gets up with me and walks out.

2:00 - I'm at the brothers apartment chilling with him, his girlfriend, and another friend. The girlfriend waves her arms at me as I'm sitting there zoned out and I see the most ridiculous trail follow it. Light neon tracers of yellows and reds engulf the room. I take noted that my headspace is notably clear, although I'm having an urge to analyze and dissect the environment as I typically do on acid. The bodyload feels a bit heavy, but its nothing I couldn't ignore.

4:00 - my friends drop some strawberries, one each, its now nearing midnight and I laugh at the spontaneous nature of the night. Later on, they notice the hot flushes too . They report feeling like they just drank a strong coffee. My trip is levelling off and starting to unwind. Nothing crazy has happened, just those trails and tracers, a bit of face-morphing, etc.

6:00 - 'well if the five of us agree on something to wat...' my friend stops mid-sentence - there's four of us in the room. We all consider his slip up and count the heads. There are four of us but it feels distinctly like there are five. We all glance at the staircase, where our fifth member is apparently seated. I'm not going to speculate as to what this was, but it certainly wasnt entity contact. I think a more accurate explanation is that the drug was the fifth person. Nonetheless, I'm spooked, and the NBOH is all but worn off. I say my goodbyes and hit the road.

There was nothing notably abnormal about the experience. It was one that I would undoubtedly repeat. Maybe that fifth person is an NBOH thing.

Exp Year: 2013	ExpID: 102297
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 19
Published: Jun 19, 2018	Views: 1,742
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