Four of the Craziest Drug Trip Stories, Ever

There’s an urban legend about a guy who takes way too many magic mushrooms. Having a bad trip, he takes a taxicab home. Realizing he has no money, he ditches the cab and attempts to hide in his house. But the door’s locked and he doesn’t have the key. Breaking a side window, he hops in just as the cabbie drives by. Chilling out and eating some food, there is a knock at the door. Opening it, he sees a police officer. Turns out, magic mushroom guy had mistaken somebody else’s house for his own.

At Funnycrave, we love reading people’s crazy trip reports as much as we like tripping balls. Here are four crazy drug trip stories that will bring out the Schadenfreude in everyone. Feel free to share your freakiest drug/alcohol trip in the comments section, you pervs.

1. 24 Benadryls and Time with the Family

The story is me on Benadryl, I took like 24 b-drills at like 3:00 a.m. and was playing video games.. about an hour passed and I was debating if I should go to bed or not.. But something compelled me to get up off my bed. I wasn’t feeling anything until I stepped outside of my room. Then it hit me like a meteor, all of the sudden it was daylight (so it mustve been about 3 hours in my room..) I was walking through the dark basement, staring through the window at the bright daylight, and there were these shreds of light that randomly appeared in my peripherals..

I knew something bigger was on its way.. So I stared out the window for another 20 minutes and turned around and headed back to my room.. Those shreds of light were just f**king flying every which way.. and as I entered my room and closed the door, I heard a familiar voice say “OUCH!!!”.. It was Joe off of family guy! and I crunched him in my door.. (It was SOOO REAL but so fake now that I remember the trip sober.. He wheel-chaired up the stairs away from me after I said sorry.) anyways, my sister was getting up for school, So I decided to go upstairs and chat with her.. Then, as my sis and I were conversating, my mom appeared on the floor.. So I asked why she was laying there.. My sister asked who I was talking to, I told her I was talking to mom, and she promptly told me I was talking to my cat.. It was so real, but my sister was looking at me like I was crazy and I was still sober enough to realize she was right so I quit talking to the cat…

Next thing I knew, I was eating a cigarette butt out of the sink, I have NO IDEA what compelled me to do that, but I did it.. So I put the butt on a cupcake wrapper, and shoved it under the couch.. My dad woke up and saw me doing this and asked what was up.. I told him I don’t know about those “argo cupcakes” and before I could finish my sentence my dad yelled “Whoaa!!” when I turned to him and he asked what I was on.. I told him it was a pill, and that a friend gave it to me.. I wanted to know why he knew I was f-ed up so fast so I looked in the mirror, my eyes were HUGE and you couldn’t even see my blue iris..

So I walked back out to the livingroom, and saw my friend larry, he told me he was psychic, and that he could communicate with the spirits.. I said “yeah right”.. and he said “watch this” and he walked by the couch, and POOF! He was instantly deleted, And I was totally amazed, I was yelling Holy Crap!!! I believe that you’re psychic now man!! come back! where did you go? how did you do that? and I was diggin in the couch cushions looking for him, trying to figure out how someone could even fit through a crack an inch wide.. Before I could find hallucination larry, mom came out of her room and asked what I was doing.. I told her that larry teleported into the couch, She told me larry wasn’t even at our house.. I would’ve bet my life he was right there and ACTUALLY disappeared into the couch.. But she convinced me that he wasn’t there for the moment, till I walked into the kitchen and saw him smilin at me.. So I struck up conversation about how my mom didn’t believe he was there, and him and I talked for what seemed like an hour till my mom came into the kitchen and asked what I was mumbling about.. I told her I was talking to larry, and asked if she was blind, because he was right there.. I pointed at a jacket, and she told me what it really was.. I told her, no, thats larry.. So to prove a point, She took the jacket, and put it on.. I remember vividly, that when she put the jacket on, it was larry hanging on her shoulders with a freaky ass smile.. So she didn’t really prove anything, but it was a jacket, now my dads work coats new name IS Larry.. Pretty funny, but I believe the trip would’ve been more enjoyable A. if I wasn’t home around family.. and B. if I knew what the trip would do to me

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2. Bizarrely Potent Mushroom Trip

Last night something happened to me and my friend. Something so new, so special, so scary and so inexplicable. I have never in my life come even close to feeling anything similar to this and I am still struggling to accept what happened. Luckily, I remember perfectly every little detail; there was no loss of memory, no blackouts. It was temporary insanity in a bottle but what’s even crazier is I was lucid throughout it all.

Please understand if I sound somewhat incoherent while I write this, it’s in large part because what I’ll be trying to say made no sense to me then and I am still at a loss to understand what exactly happened.

Before I lose you completely, let me begin my story. Yesterday, after a long day of working, getting up at 7am to go to work, then finishing around 2pm only to come home to some more yard work, and then finally helping my friend make deliveries in his car all evening long I had the brilliant idea to go to my mom’s cabin once the day was over and go relax and have ourselves a little Shroom trip. That is Magic Mushrooms. Excellent idea we thought and so we did. We finished our deliveries around <st1:time Hour=”1″ Minute=”0″>1am</st1:time> and while it seemed a little unreasonable to drive up to the cabin this late we were determined to get there and have a blast. It should have taken us only an hour but we got majorly lost on the way and it took more like 2 hours before we arrived at destination around <st1:time Hour=”3″ Minute=”0″>3am</st1:time>.

A bit late sure but we are both accustomed to being up real late (or real early) and so we proceeded with our plan. We had purchased 3 1/5 grams of mushrooms and I had personally picked the best baggie out of several that our dealer had. It consisted of a huge head (mushroom head) and two large and thick mushroom branches. The head itself must have been 2 grams. Now I knew this mushroom was good… it was especially good from what I had heard. My friends who had tried some had even told me it was the strongest he had ever had and the people he took some with hallucinated a whole lot despite only taking a small quantity. But still nothing could have prepared me for what was to happen tonight.

So we split the baggie in two and then as I always do, I ate about ¾ of my portion right away and decided I would take the other ¼ once the initial high was starting to settle in. I made sure to keep myself part of my Head piece for a good bang later. Immediately after eating we smoked a nice big fatty joint. It was good weed but not magic weed if you know what I mean. Personally while I feel the weed must have amplified the shroom effect to some degree, I also think it was just the shroom that was simply out of this world and I don’t think it’s the combo that made things as crazy as they got.

At first when we started feeling the shroom do its thing it was wonderful. That usual tingly funny feeling. That lightness in our legs and body. The laughing, the happy mood. It was all good. Then about 45 minutes later, we went ahead and took what we had left of shrooms even though my friend thought that wasn’t such a great idea… because he was already starting to feel pretty f**ked up. We took it anyway… 1.7 grams each… I’ve taken that much and more before and I didn’t consider it an especially large quantity… at least it isn’t when your shroom isn’t strong as all hell.

We then sat around, laughed some more, smoked another joint and waited for whatever would come next. Around <st1:time Hour=”4″ Minute=”30″>4:30 am</st1:time> it began to get brighter outside and we looked at the amazing sight that was the day slowly getting up on the eastern side of the huge lake that’s in front of my cabin. It was magnificent… even to someone that wasn’t shroomed it was one hell of a thing to see but to us it was heaven sent… we felt like we were becoming one with nature. The way the waves flowed towards us, the multicolor horizon that was slowing lifting its curtain of light on the mountains afar. On the left it was night and on the right it was day. We watched in awe and even took a picture with our cell phone. A nice picture it made but nothing could of captured the beauty that only our eyes could see.

And then the frequency changed. I guess it’s around this time that the second half of our consumption hit us and we unlocked a door we didn’t even know existed.

What happened during the next hour and a half to two hours is extremely difficult to put into words. I am writing this text because I want to put it into words… I want to share this experience and want to know of other people who have experienced a similar thing. I am glad that I can still remember all that’s happened and I feel as though I do not want to forget it because tonight was so special beyond anything I’ve ever lived in my life. But it was also so crazy… beyond words. I feel that the only way someone could understand it is if they’d live it for themselves but I don’t especially wish it upon anyone. Although oddly enough I’m also glad I got to live it. It made me see that there’s another world out there… in my head. I got to experience temporary insanity, delirium is I’m calling it and the definition above is quite fitting indeed.

For the next 2 hours we completely lost control, gradually at first and then it became hectic. We didn’t know what the hell was happening but all we knew is that we were both living the same thing. We were in this together and I am so glad I had my friend there to help me remember that we weren’t really crazy and that this was nothing more than a powerful force taking possession of our minds and body. I know that sounds crazy but believe me… crazy isn’t good enough a word to describe it really!!

It’s as if we became imprisoned in our minds. We were there, watching from inside, our vision remained intact and we saw and felt all that happened but we had no control of what would happen next.

Our actions, our speech, it was all out of our hands. We could not control what we did or said. Things just came from our imagination, or our sub-conscience, I don’t know what honestly but it was as though I was in someone else’s body. Totally helpless and unable to move but yet I was moving around fluently and talking. Things would come up on my mind and I just had to say them, there was no stopping it, it made NO sense to me… What I was saying MADE no sense. Things like: I was standing inside, drinking a Gatorade and I was struggling so f**king hard to seize control of the situation and anytime I could make a grab at reality I tried. So I would say aloud “I’m drinking this Gatorade… that’s OUTSIDE”! NO I wasn’t outside for god’s sake but why did I just say that… Because I had no control over my chain of thoughts! And then we laughed so hard because we knew very well that we were puppets of our own minds, controlled almost entirely by the shrooms.

For a while we accepted our fate and while realizing how messed up this was, we just went along with it. But after this complete insanity for maybe an hour. We started feeling like we wanted it to stop and we fought even harder to try and seize control but there was no release from it. I knew, and hoped above all that things would get better and that as time passed the shroom trip would start to dissolve and slowly fade away, and that it eventually did but it took a long time that seemed like forever.

I remember for almost a full half hour I was so helplessly begging for help. Asking please can you make it stop? I want this to stop. This is so f**ked up. This makes no f**king sense. This is too strong, too much. We’re f**king insane. We were able to blurt out these things but even as we cried out ‘this is f**king unbelievable’ we couldn’t say it with a steady voice. We were spasming hard, vocal and body spasms. Like changes in the pitch of our voice and uncontrollable movements. Constant itching. That was out fight for control over ourselves but it was a lost fight, the mental control the shrooms had over us was too strong.

My friend and I were constantly trying to make contact with each other, making eye contact as often as possible because it was for those brief seconds that we were able to ‘be on the same page’. It was constant trips back to reality before we lost it again. Back and forth. We would be in control for a fraction of a second and every time I felt this control I felt inside ‘ok this is it, I’m going to hang on to it this time, I’m stronger than this, strong enough to beat this and seize myself’ but NO… as quickly as I had taken that control, a second later I would lose it again and that was SO f**king frustrating. I sighed about a hundred times during this phase. It was hopeless… we were so helpless and powerless. We felt like we were prisoners of our own imagination.

I remember at some point trying to put a DVD in and play it. I managed to put the DVD in the DVD tray before I lost my mind. But then when I tried to make it work it was hopeless because I wasn’t able to focus on the task at hand. All I could think of was mash on the remote control buttons and mash on the TV buttons. I knew very well this wasn’t going to work! I knew it took more than that… I had to focus and determine which of the three remote controls was the right one and then find the play button but forget it! I only had about a second at a time to try and do all that and then I would just lose it again and walk away unwillingly.

It’s as if my mind was sending me commands but I only had about a second to execute them before my mind sent me in a completely different direction to do something else or say something that made no sense.

And then things got a little worse. My friend who had also drunk about 4 beers started feeling noxious. He knew the sickness couldn’t be far away and indeed a few minutes later he barfed out everything he had inside and more. He later said he felt like this might have been the end for him. He almost had me call 911 but I sure am glad he didn’t because that would have gotten even uglier. I kinda knew he was going to be alright and hoped that this would make him feel better. It was around this time that I was self-aware long enough to have the idea of drinking milk. Knowing that milk and other dairy products can have a canceling effect on the food poisoning that mushroom causes. So I drank milk and he finished barfing and then we realized that this had done little good for us. We were still tripping and while we had regained some control it was still very out of whack and we still couldn’t focus or stop ourselves from talking and moving uncontrollably, it was just a little less chaotic then and more bearable.

We had been trying to roll another joint for about an hour and a half by then. Rolling joints when shroomed is, as some of you know, a difficult task. But this particular joint was nearly impossible to roll with our extremely short attention-spans. I remember just trying to stick two pieces of rolling paper together and I couldn’t do it for the life of me. I had them in my hands and I knew what I had to do to get the job done but I just couldn’t execute. I would be spinning around and changing directions whenever I tried to position the two papers together. And then my focus would break and I’d be gone doing something else for a few seconds and this went on until I said aloud… I can’t do this.

As my friend ate a whole pack of gum to try and get the nasty taste from his mouth away while he too concentrated on the task of rolling the joint. I was able to say things like ‘Are you sure it’s a good idea if we smoke that joint’ and then we’d look at each other and start laughing at the question. Because deep down we both knew it was probably not a good idea but it was also clear that there was NO stopping it. It was going to happen and we didn’t have a word to say in it.

Well it eventually got rolled and we relaxed a bit, smoked it, at this point it was about 5 hours since we took the first half of our shroom at 3am and the buzz was starting to fade away slowly. We were still in shock however at what had happened tonight. This shit is hard to believe. I honestly got very scared a few times that things would get bad. If someone had come knocking at the door it could of gotten real ugly. I was glad it was just the two of us. If it had been 4 of us (and it was supposed to be but we decided otherwise) then it could of turned real bad in this little cabin. The 4 of us in isolation… acting like mental patients which would of without a doubt been placed in a mental institution, on a bed with restraints, had we been exposed to a sane person during this whole unreal experience. I was also glad we hadn’t brought our friend who most likely would of refused to take any shrooms. He would have panicked seeing us lose our minds like that. He could of bad-tripped even worse than we did.
In the morning things cooled down and we seemed to be hungry so we ate and that seemed to make us feel better. Then finally we crashed out and went to bed. We dropped like rocks, thank god, and slept for about 8 hours no more.

Right now as I’m writing this down. I feel much better, I feel normal again, I’ve felt normal since the buzz faded this morning but I’m tired, and I am still in shock somewhat. I had no idea drugs could go this far. I have tried harder drugs then shrooms in my life but never have I tried anything that comes even close to the shrooms I took last night. I expect that trip was crazier than an heroin trip. Not that I’ve ever tried heroin but this was soooo f**ked up. I remember blurting out last night at some point “I feel like I’m in three universes at the same time” and as weird as that sounds, it resumes a lot how I felt tonight. I was there but at the same time I wasn’t. I was at the mercy of my own mind that played constant tricks on me and it wouldn’t stop and nothing would make it stop if not for time itself.

I’ve always said shrooms was my favorite drug because I thought it was mostly harmless, not very chemical in essence and thus not that bad for my health compared to other harder drugs. And I just love the buzz obviously. It’s wonderful. But after today me and my friend have had to come to the decision never to eat shrooms again. After what I’ve lived tonight I would be the world’s biggest idiot to try this drug again. The shrooms we took I think are very dangerous, they are way too strong and should be taken with caution. I am so grateful that we didn’t have more shrooms available tonight or I fear the worse that we would have eaten it all and we could have remained in our insane state of mind forever. I think the fact that we kept our cool despite the complete absence of self-control may have saved us from any permanent damage. Had we taken more of it we might not have been able to fight it and we may have abandoned all reason and dropped in a coma or something.

Tonight I’ve opened a door to insanity. I knew it existed, I have read and even met schizophrenic people and I have seen it depicted in movies. But now I understand more than ever what it’s like to be trapped in your mind. Tonight I never lost grasp of what reality was, but I don’t think I could have held on for much longer… if the buzz hadn’t gone away because I had eaten even more shrooms. I fear I might have lost my mind completely. I’ve heard stories of people being shroomed for days at a time… eating lots of it until there’s none left. I don’t know if those people lived the same thing I did tonight but I know for a fact I wouldn’t of wanted it to last more than a few hours and I’m never going to try this again ever!

In conclusion, as my buzz started to fade I kept telling myself: How can I turn this around so I can gain from this situation. I mean, how can I learn from this? It’s both clear to us that we have gained something because after today we know never to f**k with hard drugs again. I’m 24 now and almost 25 and I think it’s time to move on to better, safer things. I’ll keep smoking weed and maybe try other stuff too but hallucinogens are out of the question starting now. I’m just glad I got to experience this with a friend that I’ve known for a very long time and I’m also very glad no one got hurt. All I can say is be careful of what you take and be especially careful when you take something that your friends tell you is very strong… And that’s the story of my biggest trip ever.

http://www.drugs-forum.com/forum/showpost.php?p=6956&postcount=11

3. Guy Gets Plastered in Vegas, Tries to Hit Rock Bottom, Fails

Its not everyday you can look back and think… I was 5 minutes from being killed, found in a dumpster or found in a field somewhere but its happened to me. The scary part is its not a memory that I can forget or one that will ever go away. I may just be emotionally scarred for life.

It started out like any other Saturday except this one was different. I just got laid off and I had literally nothing to look forward to that day. When my wife woke me up shes like you need to do something fucking productive, I am sick of you sitting here sulking about how you have no job. Im like listen, I am trying you gotta give me a break, I have been job hunting ever since you made me move to Vegas and I just literally got laid off this week so lay the fuck off.

I went out and looked for jobs all afternoon form restaurant to restaurant and found nothing. Everyone had the same answer, “we are already cutting our staffs hours so theres no way we can bring on another worker”. I was used to it so its not like they offended me by any means. After I got home and still didn’t find a job I was greeted at the door by my loving wife. “Did you find a fucking job yet asshole?” Me “No why dont you just lay the fuck off and go finger blast yourself to death since we know I’m not getting tonight anyway!” I walked by her with disgust that we were still together and just stormed in the other room like a little girl. Fuck me, I tried its not like I was the one who wanted to move to Vegas to begin with. I left a perfectly good job working at Southwest Airlines.

When it came time for my whorish wife to work at Hooters, an extremely respectable job, I decided I would drive her. After dropping her off I decided I would go grab a few drinks. It started off as a regular night just having a few cocktails but I got hooked on the nickel slots. I won a little bit but just enough to keep the drinks coming. One after another they went down smooth. The cocktail waitresses suddenly were looking better and time seemed to have stopped. I was up about $40 in nickels which is like a billion fucking nickels by the way. In downtown Las Vegas, they still had slots where you could actually cash out in nickels and not tickets. It was sweet, but FUCK ME they got heavy. After I cashed out I guess I had way too many cocktails and fell right the fuck out of my chair. Nickels were everywhere, it was a madhouse. Guards were racing to try to keep these homeless fucks off my money but all hell broke loose. Some old hag snatched a few up and I screamed “Bitch give me back my rent you fuckin old mother fucker… ill beat your false teeth out!!!” The guards were trying to stop me from her and then this black dude was scooping them in his hat, I turned and tackled him and thats when it happened. A giant ass slot machine got nailed and tipped over…. NOW WERE FUCKED. The black dude was mother fucking me as I took some shots to his gut. I turned and the gramma was still stealing my change…. the guards were holding back the crowd trying to pull me off and then I just said fuck it and booked. I left all my nickels…. $40 …. DAMN ME… im super pissed. I have a knot on my head from head butting the slot machine. Cops are everywhere. They are scrambling like a madhouse but no one knows whats going on. I darted into another casino and ordered a drink. My heads hurting but I am wearing a hat so no one noticed. I slam my drink and order another. I cant figure out what happened, I am trying to replay the events but nothing is coming to mind. I kept thinking of how I wanted to pop granny in the face. This guy next to me kept mumbling shit and finally im like What the fuck are you saying dude. He looked and me and goes, “man i dont know what you did but your shirt has a giant ass hole in the back and ur bleeding a little bit. ” Im like thanks and ran off to the bathroom. By a little bit he meant I looked like i was sliced with a machetti. I tried to clean up the best I could and went and bought the first shirt I found. It was this pink shirt for women that said “Viva Las Vegas men!”

I was like holy shit what the fuck am I wearing when I saw myself in the mirror. Its ok though because I wasnt bleeding anymore. I had about $20 in my wallet at this point and knew I couldnt afford my tab. I folded up my other shirt and left it on the bar and asked the bartender if I could make a quick call. I got out there and my phone died at this point. So I pretended I was dialing and darted off like a fucking giselle. Jesus Christ this is one helluva high. I was running looking for my car and saw some guards chasing me. Now I am fucked- I lost my car. Where did I park…. fuck me?! Im so drunk, Im wearing a pink t-shirt and now I lost my car. I saw this hooker and she was trying to get guys to come home with her. She took one look at me and thought I was a dumb tourist. I started talking to her and asked her where her motel was. I told her I dont have a car but I would go if she got us a ride. The motel she was staying at was a few miles closer to the strip from downtown. I knew I lived in Henderson so I figured it would be a great idea to get closer. As I sat in the cab with her she asked me about my day. I told her I tried to beat up an old lady and some black guy robbed my $40 in nickels. She just laughed saying I had a rough night and she would take care of me. I thought I could pull a fast one on her and run off but it looked like she had back up close by.

When we got to her motel room I asked to use the bathroom. I had to figure out how to get the fuck out of here. I cant get caught with a hooker- I dont want to go to jail. I mean what the fuck am I really doing. I just used a hooker for a ride closer to my house. Im wasted and trying to think. Being a dumbass I tried to get out the bathroom window. I opened it and she heard a bang… and asked me if I was ok. I accidentally kicked the toilet seat lid off and it shattered. Fuck me … whats happening??!? I stepped back on it again and tried to squeeze out the window— FUCK… im stuck… my shirts ripping and I cant get all the way out. I kept trying to wiggle and then it happened….. SNAP!!! The fucking window screen I was trying to get out of snapped off and we both went tumbling out the window. I heard a HEY YOU OK?!?!?! and ya know what… I wasnt. I fell right on my head and my hands were stuck in the screen. I looked like I was wearing a hula hoop but only it was a fucking window!!! I managed to free myself and thats when I heard a bang… some dude kicked in the door and poked his head out of the bathroom window only to see me running like mad hell. Jesus, my hearts racing. I hear screeching tires and just kept running. I was hopping one fence after another, OMG i have no clue where I am… I am trying to use reference points. The lights are everywhere and Im super fucking lost.

I lost my wallet in the process but still had my car keys. I am certain I will find my car. I was trying to think where I parked it but it was to no avail. I was walking down the streets of downtown Las Vegas and homeless people were everywhere. I have no clue what time it is… my phones off, my wallets gone and my dignity is shot. I slowly made my way back to where I thought my car was and thats when i heard “Hey man, what you doing here” I was confused and had no answer. I really couldnt even tell him anything. He approached me hoping to rob me, took one look and said…. O you must be new to the streets. I just kinda mumbled , yeh- got an ass whooping today. He goes, just sit down man, take a drink of this, it will help. I sat there chilling with some homeless people chugging god knows what. I was super wasted and started telling them stories. I’d tell them one and they would come right back with a ….” AWW man you dont know nothing bout dees streets. My man Vinnie got stabbed over gum and he dont even have all his teef. Fuck it though…. hes ok and got tah stay fo free at da hospital.”

Finally after I sat up, I told them I had a car. There eyes lit up and were like, we thoughts you was homeless. I said, SHIT man, I will be after my wife finds out about tonight. I gave 3 of them a ride to the South Strip. I told them I really didnt have any money and lost my wallet and they said “no problem… lets get some fuckin booze- we gotta car tonight!” Here I am drinking with all these fucking homeless people getting mad fucked up in some alley in my car.

After about what seemed to be an eternity a cop pulled up on us. I was like shit were mad fucked. The cop pulled us all out of the car and asked us questions. He ran all their backgrounds and 2 out of the 3 had warrants and all of them were lying about everything. The cop comes up to me and straight up asks me whats going on
Me: Officer I…. I…
Cop: You are with 2 felons and a known crackhead and you have nothing to say, You are getting taken in.
Me: I SAID WAIT…. ok listen. I had a rough night.

I went through my night and told them everything that happened leaving out the parts where I would self incriminate myself. I told him the circumstances of whats going on and he just laughed about it saying my story was too insane to be fake. He ended up giving me a field sobriety test and if he didnt take the other 3 in, I am pretty sure he would’ve taken me too.

After they let me go I headed home and tried to forget everything that happened. I crawled into bed before my wife got home and cleaned myself up the best I could. In the morning I was woken by my wife and she goes “Hey I just got a call from the Golden Nugget Casino…. they said someone turned into your wallet. When were you there?!?!”

Haha…  not sure how I explained that one but ya know what, I got my wallet back, I didnt go to jail, I had to have my car steam vacuumed and I only ended up spending $20 that night. Sure I lost $40 in nickels but my God, it was well worth it.

http://drunklastnight.com/2010/02/las-vegas-frenzy/

4. Guy Drops Acid, Gets All Kinds of Paranoid

Okay, so I guess you could say that I used to be quite the psychonaut. I was no stranger to doing drugs. At the time, I had already done acid probably about a hundred times, and I had eaten up to ten hits before and been just fine. I think that just goes to show how our minds react to psychedelics in different ways, without our control. I will say that I think that I learned a lot from acid, but I will also say that I also screwed my mind and soul up for the rest of my life. Ever since this horrible night, I have not been the same. It is something that I still think about and try to figure out to this day, even though there is nothing to figure out.

So anyway, it started out like many other Fridays for me, I went to school and by the end of the day, I had scored 2 hits acid from this chick that I knew usually had quality products. She called it white fluff, but to me, it just looked like the regular old white blotter that was so popular in s. fla. in the mid-90′s. So after school, I went home, dropped off my backpack and proceeded to the bus stop where I would ride the city bus to my friends house about 30 miles away like I did every weekend. While I was on the bus, I decided to drop the acid. It was about a half-hour ride to the mall, where I had to transfer to another bus. It was while sitting at the mall, waiting for the bus that I noticed it taking effect. I was looking out into the parking lot and I saw some cars begin to stretch and bend. Ahhh, now that’s what I was waiting for.

So the bus arrived and I hopped on, still feeling pretty mellow. For the next 20 minutes or so, it was rather mild, I could hear everyone on the bus talking, and I would hear everything they were saying. It was not until I got to my destination bus stop that it really hit me. As I stepped off the bus, as soon as I walked out into the late afternoon sun, it was like walking into another world. Colors were radiating from everything. Cars driving by had trails that seemed to go on forever. Now I knew I was finally tripping. As I was walking to my friend V’s house, my mind was racing, going from one thing to another, all kinds of crazy thoughts manifesting themselves, which I knew was normal, I had been there before. Then all of a sudden, I found myself saying, ‘No, I’m not going to go on a bad trip tonight.’ I had never had a thought like this while tripping, and it kind of alarmed me, but I tried to put it away and think of something else.

I got to V’s house and no one was home. I decided to wait, because I knew they would be home soon. I sat in a lounge chair on the side of his house and watched the colors swirl and bend and spiral into infinity. I felt strange, quite different, like something big was about to happen, and I didn’t know why.

He finally got home and he had just come from the dentist and was all fucked up on vicodin, talking slowly, and to me, in my acid drenched mind, he was slurring his speach and I couldn’t understand what the hell he was saying. We went inside began watching tv. The show that was on that night was called Strange Luck, and this particular episode was about this little black cube that everyone wanted, but when they got it, all kinds of bad things would happen to them. Needless to say, this was not the right show to watch.

I asked V to smoke a bowl with me, thinking it would calm me down. Boy was I wrong. With every toke I took, the world got more and more unnoticable. I had to get up to get something to drink, and on my way to the fridge, I thought I noticed that every move I was making, every step I took, was exactly what was happening on the tv. I began to think that v was fucking with me. I knew he was really good with computers and I began thinking he was some sort of computer wizard and he had me in some sort of virtual reality computer game. This is when it all started going WAY downhill.

V could see I was getting a little edgy, so he asked if I wanted to go to Bo’s house down the street (Bo was an older guy in his late 20′s at the time and he was our mentor in these areas). I said yes, because I knew he would know how to make it all better. We walked outside and into the street, as soon as we began walking in the direction of bo’s house, this huge pickup truck drove by us and for some reason, it really freaked me out. I looked down at the ground and I could see the ground moving by under my feet, but when I looked up, I was not moving, I felt I was going nowhere. At this point I could tell that I could not distinguish reality. I looked a V and grabbed hold of him to make sure he was real, I told him to just take me back to V’s house over and over again (I thought he was a cop and he was leading me into a trap). I guess I kind of scared him and he though I was going to hit him, so he turned and took off.

So here I am, in the middle of the street, out of my mind, and my best friend/cop/narc just went running back to his house. At this point I have no idea where I am, nothing looks familiar, and begin to think I’m dreaming, some sort of nightmare. So I ran over to the side of some stranger’s house and laid down in the grass, thinking that if I went to sleep, I would wake up in my bed, and it would all be over.

Boy was I wrong. As I was laying in the grass, I could actually feel hands coming up from the ground trying to pull me down. I thought that these were demons and they were trying to pull me into hell. I could hear this strange music, sounded like out of tune violin strings mixed with fingernails running down a chalkboard. I got up and went and sat down on the curb in front of these people’s house. I thought I had finally lost my mind. I could see myself locked up in the looney bin, with a straight jacket and all. It was at this time that the people whose house I was sitting in front of came home. They drove up and I immediatly walked up to their car and asked them to roll their windows down. I could see the look in their faces and they were terrified. Understandable I suppose. I told them I had taken too much acid and I needed to go to the hospital. I asked them to call 911 and my mom.

So I’m standing outside their house as they go inside, completly flipping out. I gave them my phone # and they called my mom. I heard them say that I could come inside and talk to my mom. I got on the phone and was screaming to my mom ‘Mom, I have no idea what’s going on!! I can’t tell what’s real and what’s not!!’ She asked me if one of the girls were there (one of the girls that had called her) and I took this to mean that I was in a whore house and my mother knew these people and she was a prostitute. I dropped the phone and just began screaming and crying because I had no idea what was going on. I thought my mom was a prostitute, that I had been abducted by aliens and this was some kind terrible mind experiment, and somehow I was set up to all this.

Just then I notice lights flashing outside and I hear a voice on a megaphone saying come outside now. I replied that I didn’t know where the door was, and I didn’t. The voice said to follow the voice. So I did and it lead me outside. As soon as I walked out the door, there were what looked like 20 cops standing there, all with their guns pointed at me screaming ‘GET ON THE GROUND RIGHT NOW!!!!’ I was happy to reply and I dropped to the ground. They cuffed me and threw me into an ambulance.

As soon as I was thrown into the ambulance I began to feel like everything was going to be ok. I was still on a trip, and I was scared as shit, but I knew that I was going somewhere safe. In the ambulance, a cop was in there asking me all kinds of questions which I didn’t understand. I could hear him, understood the words he was saying, but I had no idea what he was saying. Very strange. All I could see was his head floating around the ambulance in a white fuzz. For most of the trip to the hospital, I just laid there staring at everyone who tried to talk to me. I didn’t say a word and I couldn’t understand why so many people were inside the ambulance, even tho all I could see was one face at a time, floating around in space.

I arrived at the hospital and they must have shot me up with something because I all of a sudden felt like I was floating on a cloud and I was very calm. My mom made everything better, even tho I still thought she was a prostitute and she looked like a zombie, my mom made me realize that everything was going to be okay. I stayed at the hospital I guess until my pupils stop dilating because they were shining that damn light in my face every 2 minutes it seemed like. On the ride home, as I was finally coming to, I asked my mom if any of it was real. I was somewhat back to normal now, but everything I went through still seemed so real.

I was not right for some months afterward. It took me years to get to the point where I didn’t think about it every day. I still to this day, wonder if there really was something deeper to what happened to me that night. I still wonder if I was part of some sort of experiment, simply because it was so real, and I still remember everything clearly, as if it happened yesterday.

I do know, however, that this is the nature of psychedelics. We start the journey in search of some sort of deeper knowledge, to open our minds, or to have a spiritual experience, only to find ourselves opening pandora’s box, and unleashing our worst nightmares into reality. I did acid a couple times afterward, but every time, I had to fight to stay sane. It was a struggle just to keep myself from going over the edge. I finally decided that it was not worth the mental pain anymore and stopped. I haven’t done acid in 9 years now, and although I still find myself wanting to catch a glimpse of the beauty that I once knew, I am always reminded of the horrible nightmare of that fateful night.

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