At 7/15/08 10:23 AM, 0peth wrote:
I enjoy reading people's trips. Any more?
What you were feeling was the transporters in your mind releasing dopamine I think.
I just did some research, you're right. And yes there's a little bit more, it ends when i go to sleep that night..
Turning the street corner i saw my friend's house. He's a cool kid. All i could think about before i got there was how good of a friend he was and how funny his jokes are, i even planned to tell him how greatly i appreciated him as a friend once i arrived. Walking up his driveway however, i felt a little nervous, as if i was going to somebody's house that i hardly knew..
knock, knock
the door opened
My friend answered the door, his eyes were larger than everything else on his face, and were bugging outwards. His nose was wiggling constantly as if it were a nest full of bustling insects, and his long hair made no movements, as if it consisted of metal strands.
Not recognizing him, i introduced myself. "Hey, I'm Wes. Is Chris here?"
He let out (was sound like to me) a deep, demonic laugh, and jokingly called me an idiot and told me to come inside.
When i entered the house, i asked again where Chris was, and kept saying "You're lucky"
So ten or so minutes of pure bullshit pass by, but eventually we had both establish that I was tripping
very hard on acid. After he had convinced me he was in fact Chris, i told him "Well good, I'm glad Chris is the lucky one" Chris later told me i was calling him lucky because he was the first person i saw during my trip.
All this took place downstairs, which isn't where we usually are when chilling at Chris's house. So we made our way to the back porch, after Chris explained to me two girls were outside. Upon entering the back deck, i gracefully tripped up and stumbled a bit. Both girls were looking at me, i recognized both but was only friends with one. I introduced myself to the other and gave a hello to my friend, and had a seat.
Chris hadn't come out to the back porch yet, and i was beginning to feel awkward.
Do i tell them how hard i'm tripping? Should i tell the brown haired girl that her blue shit is moving, and attempting to constrict her entire body until she can longer breath?
Nah, they'd think i was weird. Idle chatter came instead, but it wasn't boring, fake idle chatter..
Ya' know? The kind that a person has with a cashieer about how their day is going, when neither of them really give a fuck about each other?
I was very speaking fluently, feeling very very relaxed and euphoric. This is not typical of me, as even when doing my favorite drug, marijuana, i'm never this talkaltive and/or interactive. Chris then yells for us to go inside, as more people had arrived.
I wanted to leave immediatly after going inside, there was alot of people, and too much noise. I didn't go about saying bye and leaving like a normal person would, however, my trippin' ass thought it was be a great idea if i asked my girl friend (friend that's a girl) that was out on the porch to follow me to another room. She agreed, and followed me into my friend's guestroom. I had came over wearing sandals, and at this point was barefoot. My shoes were probably back with the bike.. The room's carpet felt amazing on my feet. The entire time i was in that room, i was thinking about how wonderfully soft and fuzzy the shag carpeting felt on my toes..
We both sat on the futon and started talking about typical, petty topics. Then i got up and said;
"e "We should make out"
Now, normally, i wouldn't find this pick up line to be a good one, but i guess when you're on three doses of acid.... well... you're on three doses of acid.
but listen; this chick grabbed my shoulders immediatly,
(which actually really frightened me i wanted to run for a second)
and pulled me down on the futon and started making out with me! no fucking shit! Normally, i'm not the greatest at getting women. Some are attracted to me, but i'm either to carefree to pay them attention or too stoned to care. This girl i've known for three years, and have had talked to intimately before, but had never really made a move on her. Apparently acid was what i needed.
After making out for a while, we eventually moved on to more less extreme sexual activities. It was more fun that the time i had rode my first roller coaster. (That day was a a blast) If you've ever done any psychoactive drug, you would know that it increases your sensitivity to touch. Acid is alot stronger than weed, though, this shit felt amazing.
Fast forwarding a bit, thirty minutes later i was downstairs feeling very nauseous, and left the house without saying anything. I grabbed a pair of my friends shoes and waterbottle from his fridge for on the road. Another thirty minutes passes by, and i've made about fifteen turns on roads i don't really know all that well.
I was lost in my friend's neighborhood..
