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The first time I took acid was with friends, which is the best way to
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do it. We were in a bar, drinking, and the guy (whose name shall
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be J.) said he'd picked up the acid, and we should go do it now. I
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said sure, and him, his girlfriend "L.", and I went down to the
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basement of the bar, which was empty. There were some tables
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there and we split up the goods: one hit each. I'd read up on acid
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and its effects beforehand, mostly through the USENET FAQ, but I
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remember thinking of another friend's words: that he hadn't known
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what to expect when he first took acid, for all he knew he was going
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to die. Of course, having thought this it occurred to me that I should
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think of this kind of thing, 'cause it might bring on a bad
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experience. Having thought this I wondered if knowing I should
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have good thoughts would be enough to get rid of bad thoughts and
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thus ward off a bad experience. Realizing I was floudering in a sea
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of ignorance, I proposed we go back upstairs and finish our drinks.
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My friends agreed, and I felt better immediately.
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After we finished the pitcher we went walking around town a bit.
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It was a late autumn night, and the air was cool, but still
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comfortable. I was a bit tense, and paying attention to my every
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perception. I thought I felt something so I asked my friends and
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they said, no they didn't feel anything. We went to a party store to
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pick up some whisky and coke-bottles to mix it in, then we headed
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towards a park. We ran into a friend who had a very intense
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personality, and L. said she thought it was 'cause he'd done a lot of
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the drug that we were currently on. I thought about this a bit, but
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wasn't worried about it at all, for some reason. I felt a light buzz
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tingling my body, like something exciting was going to happen. We
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went to the park. The moon was out and everything was clear, and
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I realized that the night was clearer than I'd ever noticed. The tree-
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branches were more clearly defined than I'd ever seen. We sat on a
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hill and smoked some herb, and talked about stuff. We were no
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different than any other people who might be sitting there talking
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about life and the people we knew and our jobs and what we wanted
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to be doing a year from then, only we were buzzing and everything
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around us looked sharper and more alive. After a bit, L. got up and
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said she'd be right back, and she took off running down the hill,
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and ran around in a large circle through the park, her arms open.
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Then she came back, and rolled down the hill, and came back. J.
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was watching and smiling, and I was looking up at the trees again.
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It occurred to me how much the trees did look like fractals, and
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suddenly the mathematical beauty of the trees was clearer to me.
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The complex mysterious equations that dictated how the trees were
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pushed up out of the ground towards the sky were suddenly more
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apparent; and I also realized how these equations dictated the growth
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of the grass, the rolling of the hills, even our very bodies. I had a
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sudden respect for the complexity of things, with an intensity that I
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hadn't had before, and this complexity seemed sharper in everything
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I turned my eyes towards. I made myself remember that moment,
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and wondered if I'd have any more insights, but we just kept talking
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and walking around, and everything was sharp and in focus, and
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eventually we ended up going to our separate homes and that was
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that. I didn't die, I didn't achieve enlightenment, but I did have a
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good time and eventually wrote a haiku about trees looking like
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fractals.
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