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Myself and two others went round to a friends house last summer
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to trip as his mother was away for a few weeks, there was also
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another person there, Andy who wasn't tripping. We each dropped
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half a mocrdot but within 10 mins I had popped the other half( I
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do this every time I take half, I'm far too impatient) and within
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an hour we were all of our little nuts. We sat around for a
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couple of hours then started to wander the house doing the
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typical sort of naff trip stuff. At some point we all ended up
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back in the fgront room, at which point my mates lodger, who
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lives ther only at the weekends walked in.We all suddenly
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realised it was Friday and that we should have known he'd be
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coming. The place was a tip with sleeping bags, bongs and spliff
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ends all over the place. The lodgwer went fucking ballistic,
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yelling at us to tidy the place up. We started to tidy and as I
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was clearing up, not sure if I was doing it right or not my mum
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phoned, I spent about 5 mins trying to get rid of her as I could
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barely string together a sentence inn english( she didn't figure
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it out luckily) and then we all left apart from the bloke whose
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house it was. Myself and the other innerspace-man, Peter went
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toward the park, telling Andy we'd see him at Peter's house in
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about 10 mins. We walked down the road and into the park, by this
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point the trip had turned really bad and everything that happened
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was terrifying. We were both feeling and thinking exactly the
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same thing, I can't explain this I just know it. We sat down
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under a tree to gather our thoughts. THe conversation went
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something like this.:
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"What time is it?"
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"I don't know, it's Friday."
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"We dropped them about midday, how long has it been?"
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"Er.."
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We were completely incapable of any thing except shitting our
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pants, everything I looked at splintered in to a million pieces
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so we decided we had to get to Peter's house, even if his mum was
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in, before one of us killed the other. It was only about a 1
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minute walk but on the way there I was as close as it is possible
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to be to going to the police station ( about another minute away,
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conveniently) and turnng myself in so they could put me in a room
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till I came down. I was afraid I'd gone mad and that the trip
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wouldn't wear off
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We got to Peter's house and it was empty luckily, we went to his
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room and sat ther shitting ourselves. The main problem was that
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Peter thought his mum would be back any minute so he wanted to
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get rid of me.He suggested I cycle hom(about3 miles) which I
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ruled out instantly. We put a Bob Marley CD on in the hope it
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would take our minds off the very Bad Trip but after about
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10seconds we had to take it off, it was too scary. We sat there
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for about 20 minutes doin gthe same things, me trying to go to
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sleep so it would wear off and Peter trying to keep me awake, he
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didn't want to explain to his mum why I was asleep on the sofa in
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the middle of the afternoon. We were also terrified for the bloke
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we'd left with his lodger, we figured if we were scared he must
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have killed himself with Gerald yelling at him.
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Eventually Andy turned up and sat in the room reading a book,
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having no idea that we were in absolute hell. I have no idea what
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we would have done if the 3rd bloke hadn't phoned us and said to
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come back over. He wasn't having a bad trip at all and couldn't
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understand why we were. As soon as I knew he was still alive my
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Bad trip ended and I was enjoying it again. We got back to his
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house to find he had flooded the kitchen playing with water in
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the sink(?!) but was ok.While I was having a bad trip it was the
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most intense experience of my life, pure terror for no reason
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that didn't seem like it would ever end. To me this is what
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tripping is all about now, intense emotion and fear. I enjoy bad
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trips.
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