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25I-NBOMe

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Trip #2, here we go~

I've only tripped once so far on the same substance. This is three weeks after.

So there I was, sitting in shop class. Kids behind me were talking about pain pills, and I *think* snorted some, right off the desk. I thought, 'Wow, pain pills. Seriously? I've got something more fun than that.' And out came my strip, popped a tab, did the ritual of waiting with drool in my mouth, and waited. As it turns out, twenty minutes after, it was time to change classes. How did I know I was tripping? Uncontrollable feet! I was doing the mexican hat dance under my desk.

Well, the first thing I do is greet my friend with a creepy cling, and say, 'heey, I'm tripping!' to which he responds. 'Really? You idiot.' We walk normally, chatting, but heading up the stairs... Needless to say, I needed help. But finding my way across homeroom wasn't too difficult at all.

So I sit in my chair, and chat with my friend... sorta. I remember playing with her hairbrush, sitting there in a dreamlike state, and when it was time to leave, my friend said, 'Good luck.' On my way to math class, I remember telling a random girl with a giggle to 'shut up.' She looked at me funny, to which I covered my mouth and sped off to class before I do anything really dumb.

Interestingly enough, I'm able to pass for normal througout the day. Math class was extremely fascinating. I remember writing notes to solving quadratic equations, and being really into what the teacher was saying. English was even cooler, because not only were the posters moving, but I could actually make some intelligent remarks! I remember my teacher saying, 'Wow, that's really deep. I never thought of it like that!' over some poetry analysis.

Computer science. Now that was a waste of class time. Instead of doing my work, I philosophisize about how the Unix PC was supposed to be some sort of futuristic device, and print out a lot of transcendental poetry. I couldn't read it, considering the text quite literally spiraled away. But I loaded it into my backpack and headed off to lunch.

And here's one of the most memorable parts of any trip I've had: They were serving baked chicken. I meet up with my stoner friend, and he's like, 'Wow! Look at your eyes!!' and knew I was tripping hard. He flicked his fingers in my face a bunch, to which I was laughing, blinking, and moving away and such. This happened right near the principal, mind you. He thought we were just fucking around... Not guilty for being on something he'd consider a hard drug, no sir! Sitting down at the table now, I'm staring down at the chicken. How the FUCK do I eat it? I give it to the stoner, telling him, 'The chicken is too complicated.' and my friend gave me a PB and J sandwich instead.

The trip mellowed out afterwards, and I was back to normal by the end of the day, minus some gastrointestinal discomfort.

Exp Year: 2013	ExpID: 107070
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 16
Published: Nov 25, 2017	Views: 1,241
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