DOSE:	1 tablet	oral	MDMA	(pill / tablet)
	2 hits	oral	MDMA

BODY WEIGHT:

165 lb

This is what occured the last and final time I took LSD.

It was a typical Friday night in early Febuary. Only this time we had happened to have come across some LSD and I had my one MDMA pill saved specifically for this occassion. We sat around a friends house for a while before heading over to another friend's who would be tripping with us. We'll call him A, I guess. Along with me were B, C, and D, B being the only female. So, anyhoo, we arrive a A's and take our doses. Everyone took four except me and B, who took two. I ate my ecstacy at the same time as the acid.

About an hour later things start getting funky. Everything started to melt and sway. We had A's blacklight on with all of his trippy stuff lying about: beads, posters, blacklight responsive toys, and what not. It was awesome.

(Little side note: B and C were playing chess as the trip set on and, god damn, if you wanna see something hilarious, watch tripping people play chess. It was funny, B kept saying she was winning even though she wasn't and C kept asking which colour he was.)

About three hours into the trip, A decides that B needs to go home. Why he decided this, no one really knew, but B obliged and said she would. Now, her neighborhood was adjacent to A's. The problem was that the only person who knew how to get through the woods and into the next apartment complex was A, who was tripping so hard that he really had no idea what was going on (he kept giving verbal instructions on how to play and be good at a video game that hadn't even been released yet, which was pretty funny).

A decides that he will accompany B and myself (who went along to insure nothing bad happened) to her complex. We make our way down the road and into the woods. Here is where the funniest thing I have ever seen tripping happened. A stopped at the entrance to the woods to light up a cigarette. When on acid, any excursion outdoors is an adventure of epic proportions. So, when A lit his Camel he had contorted his face in a way that reminded me so much of some action hero in a testosterone driven war movie that that's what he became to me. It only lasted for the briefest of moments, but when the lighter illuminated his face, I saw war paint suddenly streak his cheeks and the clothes he was wearing turned to camo gear. He even donned a backpack all of a sudden. He face was DEAD serious in what he was doing, like he was on a top secret mission for the CIA to infilrate an underground Viet Cong tunnel and rescue POW's or something. A phrase came to my mind and it was one of the most hilarious things I've ever thought. It was: 'Dear God...I'm in the company of a Jungle Commando!' It was so funny to me that I almost died laughing. A just looked at me and smiled.

We eventually made it to B's apartment, where her mother was still awake watching TV. So, we convinced A that B going home wasn't such a good idea after all. He agreed and we went back to A's to finish our evening.

On a serious note: I knew that that time would be the LAST time I ever tripped. Despite having a good night, it wasn't all that fun. Acid never has been to me for some reason. I couldn't tell you why I did it so often in the first place. I ALWAYS have to talk myself out of wigging nuts at least once during the trip. Sometimes, more than once. I did that last time too. I was just sitting in A's room, playing with some beaded necklace when all of a sudden, that bucket of sheer terror got dumped in my head just like always. I don't see why that happens. I'll be having a wonderful time and then, out of no where, my body becomes engulfed in terror, my heart will start pounding, and I'll sweat like a madman. It's so bizarre to be perfectly in control of every thought but still feel like I'm taking a panic bath. Every fiber of my being will be trying to send me over the brink of self awareness and into that pit of darkness known as a 'bad trip'. I'll have to get up and go outside, or turn on a light or something until I can regain control. Maybe it's because I have so much trouble letting go. I'm always fighting the acid every step of the way and I'm pretty sure that might just be the issue.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 21647
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: Not Given
Published: Sep 28, 2020	Views: 679
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