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This looks like fun... not that I get to do this anymore :(
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LSD was the first thing I ever tried aside from alcohol. I hadn't smoked any
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pot, or for that matter, any tobacco before this...
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My first time was about a week after I broke up with my girlfriend. We broke
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up, actually, after an argument over drugs, but that's a long and dull story.
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I'm gonna tell the story the long and (hopefully) interesting way... if you get bored, that's what the N key is for...
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A friend and I had only one tab between us. It was tiny, and actually kinda
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inoccuous looking. "There a certain part of this that has the good stuff on
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it?"
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My friend turned it over. There was a brown spot on the other side, and
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something about the brown spot just screamed out DRUGS!!!! "This brown spot
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is where the magic is." He'd tripped once, the week before, and compared
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to me this was the voice of experience. He cut it in half, taking great pains
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to make sure that we each got the same amount of that brown cherry on top of
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the paper. (btw, I now know that it didn't matter).
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"What do you do with this?" I said "Do you lick it?"
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"Swallow. And wait about an hour."
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An hour later, absolutely nothing interesting had happened. We concluded that
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we'd been ripped off, so we walked to the grocery store.
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When we got to the grocery store, I noticed that I could see everything in
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my visual field without rolling my eyes. I could read the print on a box of
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cereal out of the corner of my eye without turning to look at it. Somebody
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I knew slightly waved at me from the other end of the aisle, and something
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about it seemed so mellow and dreamlike. I thought of the fireman waving at
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the beginning of Blue Velvet, it was sorta like that. All we bought was a
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box of Rice Krispie Treats cereal.
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We visited some friends and ate the cereal. It was like a feast, y'know?
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We turned off the lights and listened to the Grateful Dead tribute album,
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which was new that year. The light shining in from the window kept fading,
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and in the growing darkness one of my non-tripping friends said, "You know,
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you guys are having a really cool Saturday night and we're having a shitty
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Saturday night. And the Hell of it is we're all doing the same thing..." I
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thought that was profoundly funny. My other non-tripping friend said, "You
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know you're tripping when you can't get it up." I learned later on that
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this is also not necessarily true, but I was never able to get it up on acid
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after that. I've fallen in love, and I've seen some of the most erotic
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imagery, but no matter what I never could get hard while baked.
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That's pretty much it... I felt really, umm, close, I guess to other points in
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my life a lot of the time. At one point I felt like I'd been in junior high
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only yesterday and I'd be a ninety-something too frail to fart tomorrow.
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And I spent a lot of time looking in the mirror. My face changed into the
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forms of all the other bearded men I know of, like Abraham Lincoln, Jesus, and
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Jim Morrison.
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I fell asleep on the couch at some point. I woke up the next morning feeling
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great, but I realized after breakfast in the dorm that I'd forgotten to zip my
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fly.
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-- rec.drugs.psychedelic
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