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Long ago and far away...
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At approximately noon I injested roughly 5 hits of acid of indeterminate
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quality and origin. I was used to that sort of dose, in fact I was used to
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far more, although I had had none of this particular batch. After around
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45 minutes, I began to feel it. Arriving at a friends house around 1:30 I
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was offered a hit of mescaline,, I accepted it without a thought.
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For the next few hours, everything was fine if a bit intense, but it was
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nothing I could not handle. Around 4:00 one of the people I was with, who
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had taken about the same dosage and combination started showing signs of
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being unstable and went for a drive with a non-tripping friend. At this
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point the seeds of paranoia began to sprout, if he was having problems-I
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could too. Maybe the acid or mescaline was "BAD"...
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About 5:00 the phone rings, it is the non-tripping friend. The other
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fellow has collapsed, and paramedics are attempting to revive him. It
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comes over the phone that he is dead. At this point my already tenuous
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grip on reality shatters. I know that I to will die. My mind is strangely
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calm and resigned, but my body went berserk. I can renenber vividly what I
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thought, but only know what I did from the comments of others present.
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Among the acts I attempted or committed were: Urinating on someones foot.
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Attempting to dive into an empty swimming pool (I saw it as full), calling
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my girlfriend's parents and hysterically telling them that all of the
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women in the world were going to die from toxic chemicals in the water
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(Dan Rather told me this on the TV) and bursting into a stranger's
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apartment completely nude (somehow, my friends convinced them that I was
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drunk.
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After being corraled back to the apartment, I apparently beat my head
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against the wall and promptly passed out. What happened next was an
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experience the fundamentally changed my perception of reality.
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I found myself on top of the apartment building I was in. I *Knew* that I
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was not in my physical body. Inexplicably I dove off - headfirst into the
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concrete parking lot below. Upon hitting the concrete a symbol flashed in
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my consciousness, it looked much like an inverted Mercedes Benz logo made
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of bone. I found myself
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in a place that is very difficult to describe, it was decidedly physical,
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yet I had no body. It was as if I was crushed between two giant planes.
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Completely liquified,pulped, a bloody mush, yet still in possession of a
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sense of touch. It hurt. I heard a deafening, piercing siren. I tasted a
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bitter, metallic, blodlike taste.
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I can't say how long this lasted, but I was unconscious for over an hour.
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When I came to, I had a terrible headache, but I was back. Incidently, my
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friend was revived. He was technically dead for a while, but came back.
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Unfortunately he doesn't remember a thing.
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In retrospect, I see the allegory in some of my extreme behavior
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(especially the girlfriend part). And I've come to understand the grinding
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planes as the opposing forces of the acid and mescaline on my fragile
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psyche. I just wanted to share this and see if anyone had had any similar
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experiences.
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Thanks for reading,
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NICK |