		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   230 lb

Ok, Before this happened I had taken LSD maybe 10 times and they were all good, had a great time and had alot of fun. I cut school with a couple of my friends because it was close to the end of the school year and we weren't doing anything there so why not. We went over to my friends house and sat around playing video games and talking, normal stuff.

My one friend I'll call him R, suggested we take some LSD and have some fun. I thought to my self why not I have nothing to do. We decided to just get one hit each, we didn't want to go completly crazy. It was just me, R, and my friend B. They were $5 a hit so R called up the guy who had it and he came over to deliver the goods. I had some doubts before I took it, it was just a weird feeling in my stomach I couldn't explain. We took the hits and waited. The acid started kicking in about a half hour later and we just played video games and watched TV and enjoyed it. We laughed alot and had some fun talking about weird stuff.

Then 3 of my other friends who weren't tripping said they wanted to go to Pizza Hut, me and B had to go with them because they were our ride and we had no other choice but to go. We all got to the car and packed in there. It was a little Ford Escort and it was me, B and my other friend Rob in the back and Zack and Jeff in the front. We made our way to Pizza Hut and it was cool no problem there. When we got to Pizza Hut we went in and sat down. I don't knwo about other people who have tripped but Me and B couln't eat anthing so we just got Iced Tea.

Me and B were sitting across from each other and I don't know if it was the drugs or not but an extemely weird looking person walked by us. Me and Brad saw her and we just started laughing our asses off. Our other friends told us to calm down or go outside. So we took off outside and laughed for it seemed like an hour even though it was about 5 minutes. Gradually our friends came out and we all got back into the car and Zack told Brad he was going to drop me and him off at Brad's house. We had no problem with that because its the best place to trip because he lives on a farm and there is plenty to do.

As we were driving to his house and ominous feeling came over me. I quickly noticed that all the windows were up and the radio was off and no one was talking. Complete silence, which to me is the worst thing ever. I couldn't say anything so I looked over to Brad and he had this look on his face that scared me even more. He looked at me and I could tell by his eyes he was saying HELP. I was saying the same thing to him but I couldn't talk but since we have tripped together so many times he could read what I was saying. I looked up to the front seat and it looked like Jeff and Zack were dead, then I looked at Rob and he looked dead.

Me and Brad went through this for what seemed like forever. All we wanted to say is put down a window or turn on the radio but our vocal cords were paralyzed. My leg muscles started to spasm and Brad looked at me and I can truly say I was more scared at the moment then ever in my life because we and Brad were tripping our balls off but we couldn't say anything to better out situation.

We slowly got to Brads house and as soon as we got out of the car the feelings of dread and death lifted away from me. I don't even think we said goodbye or anything. We like ran into the house and into Brad's room. We both asked each other if we were ok and we both were. Brad explained to me that when he looked around in the car everybody was bloody and dead. He said he felt like there were nails being driven in to his hands and he was in complete hell. I told him everything that happend to me. We played video games until I had to go home and tried to supress the horrible thing that happend to us.

I have taken LSD since then and it had all been good. I never had another experience like it and I hope I never will again.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 24196

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 28, 2013	Views: 3,910

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LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 2.5 hits
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

	We took off at 7pm on a Friday evening. There was me, and the other members of the Explorer’s Club, that is S, J, and L. We began our night in my apartment, where our non-partaking roommates had deserted, understanding that there would possibly be four deranged individuals doing “the Acid Drugs”- probably imagining us shooting pure LSD into our carotid arteries and trying to jump out windows or cut off our hands. Nothing of the sort happened of course, because this is real life, and not an episode of Dragnet.

	Anyway, Hearing that this was good shit, I had decided to start with one and a half hits,with the other members taking either more or less, depending on their confidence in their ability to hold themselves together. I had attempted to make our setting as pleasant as possible- colored lightbulbs, blacklights, cool artwork, Pink Floyd and Flaming Lips records were prepared. There was also a music visualizer playing on the TV, and we had some bubble-blowing toys and some colored tissue paper to play with.

	After a while of letting our tabs soak sublingually, and without noticing any strong effects, I was not hesitant about taking another half a hit, taking me now to two hits.

	Started to feel like something was beginning, so we tore up the colored tissue paper into confetti, and started throwing it at the air conditioner, which would blow it up into the air in a messy Easter-colored tornado. We were beginning to feel that slight squirmy electric feeling crawling all over our beings, when the outside roommates made their way in. They drank some water, and stared on in horror as they saw four young adults writhing around in colored paper shreds on the floor, quoting spongebob, blowing bubbles, and handing them gifts of small fabric pot leaves.

	After they left, we began questioning why we don’t always play with confetti. Why don’t we always blow bubbles? Or jump in piles of leaves? ... An idea took hold...

...

	Soon, we were out in the cold October night, standing in piles of leaves, which was most satisfactory.

	Later, we were up on an elevated platform on top of some buildings on our campus. We had gone there expecting to see lights from the buildings pulsating, geometric patterns in the dark sky, and the platform itself stretch out for miles as it had on our previous trips. This trip, it was doing none of those things. I began to wonder if we were even tripping at all. There was just a sense of childish playfulness, not a cosmic awakening as I was half-expecting (again, based off of prior experiments).

“I’m afraid I might have left the strip out too long- the sun might have diminished it’s potency”, I said.

“Ah, dude.”, said S.

“I don’t know... this is kind of nice, like, I don’t know”, said L.

J said nothing, but chewed on a blade of grass for quite some time.

“I have an idea. Let’s go back to the apartment, take another half a hit each, drink a lot of orange juice, and smoke a lot of pot. We wanted to get high tonight, so lets try to get as high as we can”

The Explorers Club agreed.

	We cut up the remaining two tabs, and took them with some Sunny D rip-off swill that declared itself “100% Vitamin C”. (this brought me now to two and a half hits)

“Flavor be damned” I thought, “It’s those vitamins that will do us good”.

	So we all took our seats in the bathroom, and pulled out our bong, “The Space-Time Continuum” and proceeded to smoke the most I have ever seen anyone smoke in my entire life. I took no less than seven full rips before we ran out. The room was lit green, and we had some incense burning, as well as The Flaming Lips’ “At War with the Mystics” playing from an iPod dock. By the time “Free Radicals” came around, I noticed that in the dark parts of the room, there was color that should not have been there. My mind was projecting imaginary but brilliantly colored lines radiating outwards form the edges of objects in the dark. The ambient psychedelic music blended well, and for a few brief moments, the room seemed to turn into a rainforest, trees beyond my field of vision, exotic animals lurking, and everything gaining a layer of warm tropical moisture.

	I have no idea how long we spent in there, but at some point we walked out, and sat on the couches of the living room. It was difficult to understand what sort of state we were in. It was like I would change from feeling entirely sober, to really high, to tripping, to tripping and high, then back to sober again.

“What am I right now?” We all seemed to be thinking.

And almost as though it heard us, it was like at that moment the acid said:

 “You want to know? You want to know what two and a half hits of acid and an uncountable amount of bong rips is like? Well, here you go, shithead. This is what you bargained for.”

	S asked “Are we tripping?”

	I thought about it a little, then looked at the kitchen. I made my observations and promptly screamed:

	“LOOK AT THAT SIDE OF THE ROOM! LOOK AT THAT SIDE OF THE ROOM! Yes! We are tripping! Holy Shit!”

      I had never been this far gone in my life before, and it was a little unnerving to say the least. The vibrations seemed to be turning on me, I thought. The pink lightbulb cast forth eerie shadows from oddly undulating cabinetry in the kitchen, where i sat, perched precariously on a leaning barstool, spending years slathering Nutella on a slice of one dollar white bread. Though I was not necessarily hungry (Lucy had seen to that), there were certain food rituals I have become accustomed to (thanks to Mary). And perhaps I was just looking for some sort of way to come to terms with and feel some level of control over this insane world which had never made it’s presence know to me before, at least not to this magnitude. This was especially difficult when I found myself wondering the ulterior motives of my non-partaking roommates: “are they doing something in secrecy? Is this some sort of jealous and perverse attempt at a one-upping?” All of this was made worse when Joe began circling the room, dressed nearly all in black, and his  mirrored trip glasses reflecting the green glow of LED Halloween decorative Spider-lights, gave him the appearance of a vulture. “The spirit of judgement!” I thought, “And of death!”, My mind recoiled in fear as I smeared another layer of chocolate-hazelnut spread on my mattress-sized sandwich. I thought, “this is LSD. You do NOT fuck around with LSD. Who the fuck do you think you are, taking two and a half hits of this stuff and not expecting THIS to happen? You might have been fucking around before, but we’re not fucking around now”.

	Things were really wild. Flat images seemed to be made of a series of floating layers, some of which moved ever so subtly. All objects had some sort of sound, and I was pretty certain I could hear electricity flowing through the strands of electric lights. Time was gone. Logic was gone. Proportion was gone. Distance was gone. No objects were set in place, and they could freely change size if they needed to, and sometimes things would “breathe”. Faces and animals were appearing in the pile of confetti, and I felt it was my artistic duty to make the image of a squid eating pink and blue things from these paper shreds.

	Even though we as a group could not scrape together much more than the sentiment of “What are we doing?” we had decided to take a second exodus outside. Which may or may not have been a good idea- J was headed in a downward spiral. He had fallen very quiet, and I had noticed that he had put his right hand on his face, and had not moved it for perhaps an hour (and he would not move it for the rest of the night). On our long and confusing journey, he would often ask us to slow down, or remark that he was “unable to get a hold on” which dimension his existence was in. We couldn’t help, seeing as the only thing we could say was “What are we doing?”

	So we returned to our apartment again, and sat amidst the now wrinkled and sad confetti bits with our minds absolutely blown to bits. My mind was a blank slate, and I couldn't think of a damn thing to say. But  this whole trip was like a metaphor for life: starting off fun and playful (childhood), moved on to exploration of the world (teenage years), then violently thrust into a strange world, with no other options but wander around wondering what we were going to do next (adulthood), until we got tired and wrinkled and eventually fell asleep (death).

Overall, it was a cool experience, but I would have appreciated a bit more of a come-up, and the ability to reflect afterwards.

Exp Year: 2011	ExpID: 93816

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 19

Published: Jun 18, 2013	Views: 4,039

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		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00

		 oral
		 AMT
		 (powder / crystals)

		   T+ 1:00
		 1 hit

		 LSD

		   T+ 1:00

		 smoked
		 AMT
		 (powder / crystals)

		   T+ 1:00

		 insufflated
		 AMT
		 (powder / crystals)

		   T+ 1:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 9:00
		 2 tablets
		 oral
		 Pharms - Alprazolam
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 9:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 9:00

		 oral
		 Alcohol - Hard
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   165 lb

Well good lord my friends, what a story I have to tell, or what I can remember of it that is.  A friend was coming into town and supposedly he had 2 AMT pills, which we purchased from him.  Another friend of mine came up to college to stay the weekend with me as well and he brought some xanax and some lsd.  The AMT was a white powder in a gel capsule.  We weighed it out but our scale was not very precise, so it just said .3.  Well obviously it wasn't that much AMT, it must have been mixxed with something else.

But we trusted said friend, so we ate about half of the pill at first by parachuting it around 6 o'clock.  We took a hit of some decent acid around 7 o'clock.  We started to feel a bit sped up from the AMT and then we decided to smoke the AMT.  The acid was also beggining to come on.  When you smoke AMT you certainly feel a rush of psychedelic tripiness and a rush compared to taking a hit of decent meth.  We smoked a small amount, then snorted the rest between the two of us.  The acid was fully kicked in and the AMT was more or less also.  The visuals were very pretty from the combination.  Patterns, colors of course, just looked so beautiful.  I just wanted to smile the entire time.  I ate some jalapenos and the spiciness was so trippy and delicious, even though I had no appetite from the AMT.  We smoked some very high quality marijuana also.  This just helped everything out even more.  The visuals were amazing and my mind was definitely running in over-drive.  Some reason I said some very random things such as 'I hate it when my coke tasts like markers.'  This sentence made no sense, and I had no idea why we said it.  We all just laughed.  We also kept getting sidetracked as most trippers do, but we all had so much good positive energy.  Eyes were dialated a ridiculous amount, no blue could be seen in my eyes at all.  I sweated a little bit.  The nausea was not very bad from the AMT at all.  I loved this drug, and this combination, the trip was beautiful and amazing.  You dont feel apprehensive at all, you just feel trippy as hell.  The trip lasted so long that my friend and I became accustomed to the AMT so although we were still seeing cool visuals we were just chilling with our non-tripping friends too.  It is definitely a social drug.  You relate well to others and your very friendly, its just that you look like you are on a ridiculous dose of MDMA or Acid.

After we just got bored of tripping so long, id say around 3 or 4 AM we took 2 xanax and proceeded to smoek quite a bit and drink the everclear.  This is where it becomes hazy obviously.  I eventually passed out, but my partner in crime was apparently awake till 10 am.  He said he was just living in a world of craziness and visuals, as he might have taken more acid, but he simply can't remember.  We slept until 10 PM the next night.  Then we woke up and proceeded to start drinking heavily as we wanted to get some sleep.  I was worn out badly fromt he AMT gbut I Loved it!  I had so much fun and I reccomend it.  Parachuting is a good way, snorting isn't that great, smoking it is fun as hell.  1 hit of acid with AMT can make it so much more interesting and I reccomend it.  Xanax and alcohol for the comedown aren't bad either, so easy and happy.  I loved it my friends, and I hope that if you try the same thing you will too.

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 31630

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 16, 2013	Views: 4,354

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LSD (2), AMT (7) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		   repeated
		 oral
		 Pharms - Citalopram
		 (daily)

		   T+ 0:00
		 1 glass
		 oral
		 Alcohol - Beer/Wine

		   T+ 0:00
		 125 mg
		 oral
		 MDMA

		   T+ 0:00
		 1.5 hits

		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 1:00
		 1 hit
		 insufflated
		 25I-NBOMe
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 3:00
		 2 tablets
		 oral
		 Pharms - Diazepam
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 3:15
		 8 tablets
		 oral
		 Pharms - Diazepam
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 5:15
		 1 line
		 insufflated
		 Ketamine

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   175 lb

I started the night off at my girlfriends house where I drank one can of Thatchers Gold. I already had 1.5 tabs of acid and 0.5g of MDMA, ready to take when we were heading out. Before we left I took 0.125g of MDMA orally.

We arrived at the venue at around 11:00pm, and I took the tab and a half of acid whilst we were in the queue. Once we got inside I bought a bottle of water.

After half an hour or so, the MDMA and the LSD began to hit me at roughly the same time. I felt wonderful (as one could imagine) and was enjoying dancing and my trip was getting greater and greater. About half an hour later I bumped into my friend and he had this nasal spray in a bottle. My girlfriend didn't do it, but I sprayed once into my nose. I didn't know it was 25I-NBMOe, this was the first time I had done a drug without researching it extensively.

The effects from it were almost instant and for the first half an hour the euphoria was incredible. The visuals were beautiful and dancing felt effortless. The lasers looked amazing and things seemed to be teleporting and twitching around. It was like looking through a kaleidoscope. There were trails from everything, like everyone was moving around so fast that I could see them behind them. I began to feel wobbly and was stumbling around slightly. It felt like the best experience ever and I told my girlfriend that she should try it.

My girlfriend suggested that we go outside so I followed her outside, tripping and stumbling and bumping into door frames, which seemed funny at the time.

1:00 AM: We found a different, female friend who had also taken the same thing and she was also equally messed up from it. It was then that I quite literally couldn't see anything but blurry faces nearby due to the colours and patterns in my vision.

1:15 AM: I felt my hand start twitching, then my arms, then my head, and I managed to say to my girlfriend 'I'm twitching, I'm twi...' I was panicking, then time seemed to freeze for me. I felt stuck in this position but everything around me had also stopped. Literally like time had frozen but I was still conscious. I thought I was dead.

This is what my girlfriend said happened to me: my twitches got violent and aggressive, I fell on the floor flat on my back, then I started having a seizure where my body was having full convulsions and my head was shaking really violently. I somehow got my head under a bench, but two men grabbed hold of my head to keep my head safe. I started choking. She was on Acid so she could see blood coming from my eyes. It lasted at least 5 minutes and then my body relaxed and I was led like a dead body on the floor. I was trying to get up, but couldn't. I was dripping with sweat and my face was bright purple.

The next thing I remember was being ushered out the front door by a security guard and I sat down on a ledge out the front of the venue. I didn't want to be there and wanted to run away. I had overwhelming paranoia. I couldn't speak, every time I tried to run away I just stumbled and had to sit down again. We had a friend come pick us up and take me back to my girlfriend's house. In the car I thought there was like 15 people was confused as to how I was going to fit, but there was only 2. I then got in the car, but needed to get out. I tried to escape the car, desperately trying to climb out the door.

2:00 AM: Once we got home, my temperature was all over the place, shivering to sweating, to taking all my clothes off and sitting on the front door step.

We sat there for a while and I tried to be sick out the front door but I stood up and walked into the kitchen where I was sick all over her kitchen floor. I then went upstairs, got in bed and took two Valium. Didn't fall asleep. Took two more, didn't fall asleep. I only fell asleep after 10 Valium then woke up two hours later. Once I woke up I did a line of ketamine which seemed to straighten me out and relax me a bit.

It was easily the worst drug experience I have ever had. I am never doing 25I-NBOMe again. I have done LSD and MDMA together numerous times and never had a problem.

I later spoke to the man that gave me the spray and he said that it doesn't mix well with anti depressants (the citalopram) so maybe that was part of the cause of it.

Thanks for reading and stay away from 25I-NBOMe. Not only was it the scariest experience of my life but it was for my girlfriend as well. Apparently seizures from this drug can cause death, so if you do try it, be extremely careful with dosage.

Exp Year: 2013	ExpID: 99903

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 19

Published: Jul 29, 2013	Views: 16,203

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		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

In late 2012, after my third or fourth experimentation with what I understood to be blotter LSD, but may have very well been 25-I or 2CB without my knowledge, I began to experience visual disturbances which I later discovered matched those of HPPD sufferers. They started a couple days after the last hit of blotter I took.

I commonly experienced a visual skipping and resetting of things in motion. I would watch. Car drive 10 feet in one direction but I would watch it move forward 4 feet skip back one foot, move foward another 6 feet and them skip back a foot, and continue forward. This, as well as a heightened awareness of floaters and peripheral disturbances, plagued my vision for close to 3 weeks.

While attempting to sleep I would occasionally experience the feeling of having something very large very close to my face and then something very small very far away,  this feeling would oscillate but was never intense enough to keep me awake.

As I began to pay less and less attention to the disturbances they generally became less frequent and by the start of the fourth week they had completely disappeared.

Four to five months later, I tried psychedelics again. Since the visual disturbances stopped, I've experimented with various hallucinogens including LSD, 25i, 2CB, and MDMA, and no symptoms have returned or made any apparent reappearance during, before, or after a trip. I hope this info helps

Exp Year: 2012	ExpID: 101394

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 17

Published: Sep 25, 2013	Views: 13,015

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LSD (2), 25I-NBOMe (542) : Not Applicable (38), What Was in That? (26), Health Problems (27)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		   T+ 0:00
		 0.5 hits

		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 0:20
		 0.5 hits

		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 0:50
		 1 hit

		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 1:30
		 1 hit

		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   120 lb

October 4, 2009 at about 10 o clock I awoke from the most intense night of my life, not able to remember the last 6 hours of my life, I felt empty and as if something had left me. I couldn't grasp any normal thoughts, my mind felt like pudding and it seemed that I needed to mold it into something new.

I woke up on October 3, 2009 just like any other day, my friends parents were out of town and there was going to be a party that night. We had to pick up one of my friend's brothers, so we drove with his other brother and began smoking in the car. I was feeling pretty comfortable, and we continued smoking after we picked his brother up. We were driving around until about two and came home about two thirty. We hung out for awhile and then around four we went out and smoke with a guy who was selling some bud. We sat and smoked casually for awhile. Then at about 6 a guy showed up with a bong, two giant jugs of liquor, about 300 dollars for weed, and acid. Me and him smoked for about an hour talking about weed and how he had taken six hits of acid, it made me a little uncomfortable at first but I became fine with it. He promised to match me for whatever he smoked, and offered me a cigarette and acid. I declined both but told him I would talk to my friend about the acid, and I might take him up on it.

On October 3, 2009 around seven to eight o clock I took three hits of acid which was red on one side and white on the other. The first hit my friend and I did together when we where at a party and a kid offered it to us. My friend had been wanting to do acid for awhile, but I was apprehensive because I had read about it and knew how it could fuck people up. I knew about how people could get bummer trips and how they saw people decompose and thought bugs were eating them and under their skin. My friend eventually talked me into it and we took the hit in the bathroom, the kid had left two hits beside the candle. We ripped the small piece of paper in half and stuck the other half in out bags of weed.

About 20 minutes later we decided to take the other half hit. Then maybe another twenty to thirty minutes we asked the guy who had brought the acid for another hit, we had no idea what this entailed. He told us to chill and wait for the trip to come to us but we were too impatient by that point and insisted on another. He gave it to us.

After an hour and a half or so of smoking massive amounts of chronic I begin to feel a slight tingling around the edge of my vision and mind, I take no real notice of it and just think it is the many bowls of chronic that I have had. The guy who had given us the acid was sitting across from me and we were discussing about him matching me for what he had smoked with me earlier. Everyone thought I got a little too much but he was fine with it and we continued to smoke. Ten minutes later the guy was pretty messed up because he had taken six hits of acid and was really aware of anything. His little folded up gold foil that held his twenty five hits or so of acid was right in front of me. Everyone was extremely high and no one was paying attention to me so I unfolded it and took out another hit and stuck it on my tongue. After a few minutes of trying I got my friends attention from the opposite side of the table and stuck out my tongue to show him the little tab. His eyes bulged and he tilted his head and gave me a strong look, questioning where I got it from. I asked him if he wanted one and he smile and nodded. Another poor decision on our part.

We continued to smoke ridiculous amounts, I was clearing bowls in 3 or 4 hits which were massive and I am still unsure how my body and lungs were able to keep up. My friends and I continued to smoke one of the older guys who had also dropped acid I remember talking to, his eyes were buggy and completely dilated. I remember talking to someone else and he was just watching me and I could tell he didn't approve of me taking the acid. My friend's older brother thought we were idiots but didn't do much of anything else. The kid who actually gave us acid got lost in the kitchen for about an hour, and the kid I was talking to began to have a conversation with one of the dogs.

I began losing track of time and I don't really remember much more around this time, this is when the world I was currently was peaking and the magic was getting strong. I sat down with the older kids, ate some pizza and they began to leave and go home.

Finally the party wound down and it was just me and my friend, things were picking up now and I could see and feel the magic of the world around me. My friend was just staring into space while we were smoking and kept repeating 'I have no idea what is going on right now'. This was just the beginning though, I had no idea what the night had in store for us. My friend and I went to finish up the weed. When we were smoking all of a sudden we burst out with hysterical laughter and I dropped my favorite piece, the brown bubbler that I have bought in Mexico. When the piece shattered to the ground I felt like part of me was lost and all of my memories getting high with my close friends were gone. Part of me fell to the ground and broke that night along with my bubbler. My friend gaped at me and just said, oh no you didn't just break your bubbler. I was extremely disappointed but I was willing to accept the fact, and felt like it was a good time for it to end and I would get a bong soon to show my experience with smoking. I cleaned it up and chucked the remains into the woods.

I told my friends what had happened but there wasn't much of a reaction from them because of the gratuitous amounts of bud that had been consumed earlier, and they weren't heavy weights like my friend and I. I didn't really have a clear emotion or reaction about it at the time either because I wasn't sure what I was thinking now. I planned on going to bed soon, because it was around twelve and had been tripping for several hours. When I was walking down the stair to try and fall asleep my friend asked if the acid was all weird and fucking with me. I responded no and he became tense and said it is with me. I told him to just try and sleep it off and he went into a closet full with blankets and tried to sleep. I slept outside on the couch for a little but I was worried about him and his words were starting to get to me.

I got up and asked if he could sleep. He said he wasn't going to be able to sleep and asked if he got a bummer and if he was fucked up and if he was a fuck up. I tried to find his older brother who had some experience with acid. I took me five minutes or so to realize that he wasn't home. We went up into his room and lay down and I tried to make sure he wasn't going to do something stupid like jump out a window.

This is when the transition period began, right around two o clock. I felt like I was being nudged out of this world and was stuck in between planes. It was although the world around me was like the black and white static roar when you turn on a tv with no antenna. My friend was still acting strange and uncomfortable. He seemed pretty immobile though so I left to try and sleep in the closet. His word of 'am I a fuck up' kept ringing in my head as I sat in between two strange worlds. I went back up to check on him and he was still scared, I laid down and acted like everything was fine to try and calm my own nerves.

I remember getting up and looking at my friend in the dark room and then the acid turned on me. It was only for a few seconds, but my friend grew fangs and claws and seemed to snarl at me, his flesh decomposed and I saw bubbles under my skin like something was underneath them. Some survival instinct took over and shut it down before I could react though, I remember reading about how fucked up people got on bummer trips and I think that implanted whatever saved me into my brain.

I laid down beside him and told him we need to just roll with it, he replied after a few silent seconds of tripping 'this sucks.' I am not sure how much time had passed, I think it was an hour of so, but even when I closed my eyes I could still feel the static around me. It was like the craziest party that you could ever imagine and it was on a roller coaster.

Finally I emerged into the passage to the other side. It was being flown along with thousands upon thousands of images and sound and scenes from the world. Knowledge was being poured at an astounding rate into my brain it felt like my eyes were wide open and everything the world had to offer, all experiences, weather they be painful, miraculous, or boring, flowed into my mind and remained branded there. I saw everyone I have ever cared about, know, or loved. My entire life was dissected before my eyes and shown to me from a different view point. During this time, the trip had become so intense that I clung to the side of the bed and had to tap it to remind myself I was still really in this world. I became an individual who was able to understand everything and was granted access to the other side. I remember a world around me with mountains to my left and a stream to my right. Then I was running through the world exploring as much as I could with my limited time. The other side is impossible to describe in other words, it is the essence of peace and beauty, I can see why some find it so enticing and want to go back but at times it seemed eerie and surreal.

I remembered my friend and the thought threw me back into the static dimension which allowed me to come back and grasp reality for a few brief moments. His breathing was ragged and sounded awful, it scared me a little but he seemed to be okay now. I glanced over at the clock I am pretty sure it read four-twenty one. I moaned and looked out the window and saw a light cresting the horizon. I looked back at my friend and he hadn't moved. I decided to crawl back downstairs and into the closet.

Before I closed the door though I remember my vision became swirly and certain colors were out of place. I remember looking down and saw that the blanket that I had over me had morphed with my body. The fabric of my being had combined seamlessly with this blanket, my skin, muscles, bone structure, had all been changed and I became a unique creature. I wasn't able to tell if I was uncomfortable with this or awe stuck by it. When I went back to being displaced in the limbo static world, the time I was there decreased each time I went to the other side; I had to put my hand on the nearest wall so I would know I was still real. Then I shut my mind down and re entered the other side, not sure if I would be able to make it back or not.

Six hours later my mind snatched a brief moment of opportunity for thought and heaved itself back into the real world. I felt as if I had been reborn and had a second shot at life. I went up and woke my friend, he didn’t say much.

Later that day I went to a baseball game, I had about four hours to examine and lay out my life, try and mold who I am, who I used to be, what part of me got left behind on the other side, and who came back.

I realized that I had to be an extremely emotionally strong person to endure the 6 hour trip in the closet, I thought I should slow down on the drugs, stop smoking until I get my bong; let my crazy high tolerance go down. It seemed like the right thing to do.

Exp Year: 2009	ExpID: 81907

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 14

Published: Dec 9, 2013	Views: 3,991

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LSD (2), Cannabis (1) : First Times (2), Bad Trips (6), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 2 drops
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		 1 drop
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		 1
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

This was the second and possibly last time i took LSD. I say this because i dont think any other Psychedelic or drug related experiencene could ever top this one.

Me and a few close friends went too an illegal rave in a castle in december, the people there were completely alternative, there where no idiots there trying to sell coke or anything. Obviously there were some insane people there, combining alll sorts of things and getting wasted to the point of no returjn, but there always is.

This wasnt a flaw tho. This njust enhanced the experience for me, it was incredible. WE got there early and had a few drinks, and i brought some salvia and pipe which made a few friends to start with! a couple of my mates took mdma fairly early so me and a few other mates went hunting for acid. Of course i now knpow what people mean when they say that You dont find LSD, LSD finds you. This all seemed alot like someone who had spent too much time on LSD, but it makes sense now.

If you look for it i imagine you'll find it in an uncomfortable place to take it, but if you wait and go somewhere like this, it'll be readily available. Me and my friend took too drops of liquid, which we were told was very weak (we later realised that there is no such thing)

This didnt kick in immediatly so we wwent for another drop which we bought for £5. The trip began slowly, and we had a bit of fun. There were typical wall pulses and things, and we had a dance to the awesome psy trance that they were playing. At about 10 o'clock the organisers of the rave brought us a suger cube laced with the stuff, which i was reluctant to take at first, cos i didnt wanna push it. but once my friends had taken it, i felt i wanted to be on the same level as they were.

It was strange at first becaus eit was my mates first experience with psychedelics, or any other drugs for that matter, and i felt i had the responcibility to look after her. So i sat with her in our dorm for alot of the time, talking and walking around, it was perfect, she was fine and we both said alot of things that we needed to say, i was happy here. This was what i wanted from my trip, to really sort out my head cos i was in a bad way with alcoholism, and acid alwys gives you the thinking you need to tackle your problems in the non-psychedelic realm. And it helped her i think too. We bonded that night, we went around the castle grounds and got frightened, inspired, wiser and became better friends for going through this together.

Id taken acid before, but a much lower dose. Which is why i thought i was at my peek at this point,i was wrong :)

When it really began to kick in, it became a little uncomfortable but still, there wasnt enough time to be frightened of this experience, your mind was working too quickly, there was too much to take in at the time. AT the highest point of the trip we went for a dance in the bottom room where they played the harder psychedelic stuff, and this is where i had the most perfect moment:

After dancing for a while i began some sort of ego death, in which i was omnipresent in this room full of otheres who were on the same level as i was, there was no predjudice, just an unconditional brotherhood amongst these people i didnt even speak too, these people id never met, iy was perfect. I felt out of control of myself, and that we were all one in control of eah other. Ive heard of people seeing god on acid, but i felt like i was god. It was perfect.

After this i went to the ambient room, and sat and watched the drapes hanging from the ceiling, covered in paper butterflies which moved there wings gently to the music, it was a perfect moment. The dimensions of the room where beyond comprehension, there was a girl near me juggling or something, my memory betrays me, but it was the most beautiful thing.

We then went back to the dorm, because my mdma taking friends were coming down hard, and so we all sat in the dark listening to pink floyd dark side of the moon. I had some great closed eye visuals here, the visuals just played around the song and held relevancy in them, one part i remember was watching rainbow dollar and pound signs fly by me as the song 'Money' was playing. It was fantastic. Another point i remember was listening to my friends in the bed furthest from me (They are a couple) giggling and laughing with each other, only to realise that it was just the drum beat of the song, and tha id interpreted that in my head that it was the two of them chatting. It just reminded me of how powerfully mind bending LSD is.

I know, this is just another typical trip report, but for me it was perfect. And i conclude that having a bad trip is impossible if you can just find the right place and do it with the right people. And make sure your in the right frame of mind else it could go wrong. But its also an important experience in life, to realise that there are other dimensions that your senses cannot comprehend withot lsd and psychedelics. lsd illegal? The world would be a better place if it wwas compulsary.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 68313

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 18, 2014	Views: 3,214

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LSD (2) : General (1), Rave / Dance Event (18)


		 DOSE:

		 5 hits
		 oral
		 Unknown
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

Let me start by explaining that, in retrospect, I was in need of having a bad trip when this experience happened. I was only 16 years old and I had been very reckless with psychedelic drugs. I would take a couple hits of acid at school quite often and only feel the LSD equivalent of being stoned.  This is how much tolerance I guess I had built up from tripping all of the time.

If I wanted to actually “fry” I would often eat more like 10 or 15 hits and although the hallucinations would be intense, I could act “normal” in front of my strict parents who always made me come home at night.  When I was in this abusive mindset I was also taking Zoloft (anti-depressant) and this may have been weakening acid and mushroom trips.

I had previously had a psychotic breakdown triggered by mushrooms but more due to anxiety, insomnia, and depression.  After being heavily medicated on Haldol and losing any sort of self esteem or confidence.  I became rather self destructive and obsessed with hallucinating.  My psychiatrist and parents were convinced that I was a person who couldn’t even smoke pot without becoming delusional and paranoid.  Needless to say they were full of shit.  This became especially apparent when I would here these lectures while tripping balls and nod my head in fake agreement.

On the other hand they had a good point.  If I cared about my self at all I would be smart enough to abstain from psychedelics at least until I was very comfortable with who I was.  In addition to the psychiatry visits, I also was getting drug tests from my parents and usually testing positive for cannabis. To try and pass these tests I would often try to stick to drugs that wouldn’t show up on drug tests like LSD and mushrooms.

It was a beautiful spring day in Northern California.  I had bought some 40 hits of white blotter acid. It was on very heavy blotter paper which leads me to believe today that it may not have been LSD as it could fit doses of less potent drugs.  As far as me knowing whether it was 25I or DOB or 3cpo or R2d2 whatever the hell... I have no idea. Anyway it was kind of cheap and I was told it was really strong which every acid dealer would tell me.  My plan was to take a few (4 or 5) to gauge the strength and then dose hard later at the show.  I don’t remember exactly how much I took and I may have touched it too much.  It went something like this...

00:00  I’m at my friend K’s house with many of our friends.  Many of the people there are in my punk rock band and we don’t always get along.  I tear off a few (4 or 5) hits of the thick white blotter and chew them up. It tastes very bitter, I usually only taste paper.

+00:20 A strong speedy buzz is coming on while I’m playing the guitar on a sunny deck.  Instantly there is a pixilated spiral on the pavement and helixes rising up the redwood trees.  I note that it is kicking in rather strong and very early.  I promised K that I wouldn’t do the acid until we left his house as he was tired of me tripping and using his house as a safe house due to his much cooler parents.  Especially since he had had a bad trip long ago and quit dosing. I felt a rush of guilt as the “acid”? was beginning to manifest itself in a way it never had even on strong trips in the past.

+1:00 We leave the house to score a sack of weed.  I am still able to maintain control and act “normal”, however the high is not comfortable or all that fun at this point.  Oddly the visuals are milder than they had been when it kicked in.

+1:30 We arrive back at K’s house with a sack and everyone is now aware that I am tripping as the visuals are strong and I can’t help talking about them.  They are much sharper and pixilated than previous acid trips I’d had.  LSD always had a twisty sort of oily texture to everything.  These visuals were more like what I experienced much later in life smoking DMT.  My friend K is semi-annoyed but not angry with me.

Another “friend” of mine (the drummer in my band) is gleefully fucking with me. He tells me my hair is on fire and I start smelling it burning. I feel hot fire burning my scalp.  I ask everyone around if it’s really on fire.   K’s mom sees this and looks worried but just looks me in the eye and says that my hair is not on fire.   She is a very open minded woman and would probably not call my parents if it wasn’t an emergency so I wasn’t that worried but I still played it off and told her I had lit a cigarette and smelled burnt hair.  I doubt she bought it.  Things were spiraling out of control.

2:00  After people become aware and concerned that I am having a bad trip.  I retreated to K’s room and lay down.  I have tripped many times and only had semi-difficult shroom trips where I could lye in the fetal position for half an hour and then come down a bit and feel great. This was different, lying down only made everything more intense.  I saw demons angry at my carelessness and ready to punish my feeble brain.  I felt the sun piercing into my pupils and I felt long, thin needles going through my pupils and into my brain.  At this point a female friend who I did not have any sexual tension with, came in the room and hugged me telling me it was going to be OK.   This helped immensely and the embarrassment that my ego would normally suffer was non-existent. I wanted to cry but I’m really bad at doing that.

+3:00 Three of my friends and I went to a nearby park to take the possible situation away from K’s mother who has asked many times for no drug drama in her house.  I was not in terror mode as I had been before but I was pretty much peaking and totally out of my fucking mind.  I would beg for a cigarette and then light it, take a few drags and throw it away only to beg for another a minute later.  I punched one friend randomly and sent him flying into a tree.  Keep in mind I was 150 pound and couldn’t throw a punch to save my life.  I would run screaming, not out of fear but out of  simple lack of self control.  Strangers were asking if I was OK.  My friends felt they had to do something or I would most likely end up getting picked up by the police.

+4:00 and on My friends have me contained in a ditch.  I’m cold and it’s getting dark.  They told me they had a friend coming to pick me up. “I’ll be damned,  I’m coming down” I thought.  Things were finally mellowing out a bit and I was going to be OK.  They told me our ride was here and I got up out of the ditch and saw my uncle standing near a phone. “&amp;*^$^”he said, “are you OK?”  I thought I must have been wrong about coming down because my uncle was standing there and talking to me in the dark.  Then I saw my father looking worried but playing it cool.

I looked at K.  “You mother fucker” I thought.  “You narced me out and now my life is over”  The sobriety intensified as I was now in the company of my oppressive family.  I tried to play it off as though they were misinformed and I was totally sober.  I arrived at my house to see my mom crying and my aunt consoling her in the living room.  I tried to make normal conversation but couldn’t quite cut it.  I took a shower and sobered up to a normal LSD trip which I could easily handle.  At this point I knew there was no way out of being in trouble.  I was fucked and my friend set me up.  The strange part was that the after effects of whatever the fuck I was on were helping me keep from dwelling on how screwed I would be the next day.

+6:00 My Mom comes in my room and explains what happened and that I should let her know if I started to freak out again.  Yeah like I would go talk to my freaked out Mom to help myself calm down.  I was now only experiencing pleasant after effects and the not so pleasant reality of the situation.

The Next Morning:  “@%^%%* get your fucking ass up here! Your Mother and I want to talk to you” My only thought was “why didn’t my friends just ditch me in the woods?”  I had a huge paper to write that Sunday and that was all I did that night other than almost knock my dad out for trying to strangle me, then get thrown out of the house in pajamas only to get picked up an hour later.  K called me and apologized.  I totally understood his choice to call my parents, although I do think that his parents being so cool and understanding helped him choose that decision.  My parents now thought he was the greatest kid when they had hated him before.  For some reason this pissed me off.

That night other parents called and accused me of distributing acid to all of my friends.  One of them H who was bi-polar had totally flipped and cut himself while so tranced he didn’t recognize his own mother.  He was put in 4 point restraint and taken to the hospital.  Police were involved but I was never officially fingered.  The truth was that I had given the rest of my stash to a girl and told her to flush it down the toilet or whatever.  She turned on like seven people,  one of them being H.  He had had previous trouble with acid and was on meds for bi-polar disorder  (very very dangerous!). I was blamed by everyone including my parents.  My other friends who took it with him never really vouched for me because they thought I was a great scapegoat and I was known to be the druggy.

One thing this experience taught me was that I was not like H.  I had psychological problems, not neurological problems.  Everyone reading this please recognize the difference.  Brain Chemical imbalances are serious and require a different attitude towards drugs, Especially psychedelics.  That is not to say that I was not incredibly stupid to  treat these powerful tools without respect.  I didn’t touch LSD for several years after that and ended up a much stronger and self respecting person.

As for my parents, I feel a debt of gratitude for what they went through both before and after this experience.  To them the thought of they’re disturbed son having a bad trip on LSD was far more frightening than it was for me.  They had seen me totally delusional and catatonic before.  I did not respect them at all until after this experience.  I never ended up with any mental problems after high school, and I almost find myself strengthened by temporary mental fatigue. As for H, he still has serious problems that require a strict lifestyle of not drinking or drugging and diet exercise etc.

There is no doubt in my mind that if he never tripped he would be doing a thousand times better.  So please don’t give me that LSD can’t hurt anybody crap.  It is neutral, it can help a lot of us and destroy others.  Tripping is great, but sanity is WONDERFUL.

Exp Year: 1995	ExpID: 69139

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 17

Published: Sep 18, 2014	Views: 5,864

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LSD (2), Pharms - Sertraline (88) : Difficult Experiences (5), Bad Trips (6), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 1:30
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

	The way someone would most likely describe me would be ‘Hippy’. Good, bad, I take is for what it is. I love the Earth, animals, and the sense of deeper and subconscious learning. I’ve had past substance experience with (approximately):

Mushrooms 25+ times ; Ecstasy 10-12 times ; LSD 8-10 times ; Extensive pharm experience ; Habitual Marijuana use over the last 3 years ; Ether for a few weeks;

GHB 3 times ; DXM 20+ times ; Cocaine 6 or 7 times  ; Salvia twice ; Diphenhydramine once ; 2C-(B or E) ; Morning Glory ; DMT: a resin rip with subtle effects.

Looking for something as inconsistent as LSD can be a deterring factor in the continuation of the search, But when the storm is right and the road to psychedelic enlightenment is paved, you have Bliss and a baby’s head.

	‘Yeah man I have a friend who can get that, its ridiculously pure though, so it’s gonna be $15 a hit.’ ‘Oh I see, How about if I buy 10?’ ‘Same thing’ ...

After debating, I figured I trusted the kid enough for him to deliver on his word, and after all acid is quite the commodity. After the usual long waiting and anticipation of pre-trip, my friend called, setting a meeting place where we could pick this wonderful magic up.

	At last, a baggy filled with 10 Sweetarts that set me back 150 big ones. Oh well, I was excited. Before I go into each trip/experience I always give myself a few minutes to reflect on what the upcoming event could hold in store for me, and try to induce mental clarity. At around 10:30pm I ingested the first piece of candy along with 4 other friends. Slightly metallic taste, hoping it was stronger than its taste had suggested. I still felt confident.

	I noticed the first effects about 30-45 minutes in, nothing profound or too extreme, just mild color distortion and a slightly fuzzy head. Driving, looking for a place to burn some trees the acid was coming on nicely. Before departing from the car to partake in the sweet embrace of Mary Jane, we each take a second hit. It’s about 12:00.

[Erowid Note:
Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. Don't do it!]

	On the walk down the dirt path to one of our favorite smoking spots Im struck dead in awe staring at the moon. Watching it as it slowly descends toward the mountains only to watch ascend once more. I pointed out the moon to my friends, and there we all are, stopped dead in our tracks staring. The moon had finally reached all the way to the mountains creating an epic lunar show, where the moonlight would reflect off the mountains in a series of bright patterns. We continued to stare in disbelief of this cosmic event until the moon had completely disappeared behind the mountains.

	We had eventually made it to the bench to smoke. After we did everything of less-than-bright quality had temporarily gone from my vision. Seeing only an array of streetlights and stars. We got back into the car (not sure the intent of this was, if any) We were driving, bumping music, late at night, on Lysergic Acid Diethylamide, in Utah nonetheless, yet there was this sense that nothing could go wrong, like I was protected from harm and any other terrible event that could befall on me, other than my own psyche I guess. While in the passenger seat of my friends car, I had let out a loud gasp of terror as I clutch my mouth in horror. And pointed at this terrible thing as it lay in the road. Landon (the driver) exclaimed ‘ You saw it to?!’

	I couldn’t speak, I was at a total loss for words. My friend had just seen the same morbid, disturbing image I had seen, without knowing that I had even seen it. All I did was nod my head.

	‘You saw that baby’s head in the road to?’

	It was like he’d ripped the words from my mouth. As we approached this decapitated infants head, it had turned back into what its true form had been, a brown lunch-bag twisted at the opening to create a spherical bottom with grease stains down the sides, looking like bloodied hair. Such an elaborate trick my mind had played on my vision, it was too real for such a awful image. What I took out of this, is that the immensity and realty of this substance can create structures in the worlds beyond infinity. Its power should not be taking lightly. It is a sacrament.

	To the park was our destination. Swings! What an idea! Back and forth I go with my face cocked towards the stars zoned out to Floyd(as with most of the night) with a grin bigger than the Cheshire cat.

	At a different park (not sure why), my brother comes to buy a sack from my buddy. He comes over talks to me for a bit. Leaves, then I hear him calling back at me with a sort of excitement in his tone. He runs back over to show me some pictures of some newly budding plants he’d been working on. I must of got the excitement from his vibes. I immediately have this huge smile on my face as he explains his photos. I could feel the light from the phone on my skin, and it was as though the light being reflected on me was exuding from my every pore. With a body high of nothing I have ever felt.

	We continued on up into the wilderness section of this park late at night. I remember the lure of a wheat field, I had to go spin in circles with my arms stretched out from my sides, brushing my fingertips against the many plants. My friends got a good chuckle out of this, but it just felt too right not to!

	Reaching higher and higher in the park we settle near an old bench. Staring out at the skyline, just staring. And it happened. The line that separated the foliage from the sky and all the colors switched on me. It was almost as if things had gone into ‘Negative’ vision.

	Still zoning to Floyd, I take a seat on the bench just beginning ‘The Wall’. My eyes are closed with my forehead resting on the edge of the table. ‘The Thin Ice’ comes on the child crying gives me a little scare, and I pop open my eyes as result. Not 2 feet from my face underneath the bench, this hideous child with eyes wide as saucers is staring at me while simultaneously I hear it crying through my headphones. It was there as plain as day. My heart stopped. It was too real not to be.

	The night continues on at the same park, and in a wide field we all notice a giant pole sticking up from the ground. We all look in wonder, until one of us starts running over to it, with the rest following close behind. Turns out it was a telephone pole (Go figure!). I was barefoot during this whole ordeal (Hippy nature I suppose) as well as most of all last summer. I felt this soothing, soft, almost perfect scratch against my feet. I would pick up handfuls of this sand I was standing on, and just let it slowly drain from my hands. During this repetitive action the thought kept running through my head of there being as many planets in this existence as there are grains of sand on this Earth. Staggering realization when you feel like you can actually put somewhat of a tab on the possibility.

	It had become early(5-6am) and the LSD was subsiding. Mostly now was the left-over self-reflection period where you’re usually are making a lot of conclusions about life and trying to interpret what you had just seen. The bridge back to reality.

	We had watched the Lunar light show of the moon dropping behind the mountains, and now here we were watching her counterpart, the sun, bring light and life to the world around us. I had seen the cosmic systems workings for a night. Absolutely stunning. Truly the work of design.

	We had made our way over to a Harmons(?). I had made the comment while looking at a bushel of roses, that it would be considered quite peculiar for me to go and start smelling all these different flowers. The thought invoked the action, and there I am at 7am smelling the flowers out in front of a grocery store.

	 It sounds really(10x) corny, but we all need to stop and smell the roses every once in while, and truly take in what has been given to us in this beautiful (mess of a) world.

We cannot grasp existence because we have no means to describe it.

Exp Year: 2010	ExpID: 88733

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 19

Published: Sep 18, 2014	Views: 3,256

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), General (1)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit

		 NBOMe Series
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

Mixed Experience

My experience with this drug was very interesting. A friend of mine who I was very close with called me. It was either the second or third day of spring break and for some odd reason it was STILL snowing outside. Anyways my friend had called and she was going on and on about how she needed me to be there, and then finally explained that she and a bunch of our other friends were doing (what they thought at the time was) acid.

I initially was supposed to be a sober baby sitter. So I got there and all 5 of them were going on about how weird I looked. Apparently it was because I was sober. My friend that called me was rolling on the carpet and walls talking about gravity. Everyone else was laughing and didn't seem to have such strong effects as her. Anyways they all BEGGED me to take a tab, and I did. I wasn't sure what to expect seeing as the only things I had done before has been marijuana and alcohol. It was bitter and I left it in my mouth for a lot longer than everyone else had.

My mouth was numb and it took about an hour to get any effects. The ceiling was moving around and I remember a friend stopping me from googling acid, he said it would just freak me out. We all decided to go to the store not too far away to get gum and get rid of the taste. It took me forever to put my shoes on because I was really feeling it at this point. It felt like I had just walked out the door and we were somehow teleported there. My friend who initially invited me was laughing and I couldn't stop laughing. It was great at this point. We walked down aisles and actually lost each other IN THE SAME AISLE. My friend's boyfriend was freaking out about how everyone was strring. He just kept yelling at us to shut up and saying 'LOOK, NOW EVERYONE HERE KNOWS.' I started to feel really threatened by him, but the way things were stretching and moving kept my mind off of him and his paranoia. We got the gum and headed back. Everything was blurry. I was holding onto my friend and could barely walk. I'm not even sure how I safely crossed the street. There was a bit of snow on the ground and it was moving and changing colors.

We got back to the house and everyone was sharing about what was happening for them. I couldn't really talk. My mind was racing. Everyone else had taken it an hour before I had since I got there late so the effects they were feeling weren't as strong. I remember the person who had gotten the acid was the guy who was paranoid for the whole trip. He kept telling me to not look in the mirror. For some reason I was SO tempted to, I think because of his constant reminder not to. I went into the bathroom to 'pee' and just stared at my reflection for a long time. It was melting and I thought it was so great. I eventually went back into the living room and layed on the couch. There was a painting of an Indian woman above me and I stared at it for  a long time. I remember thinking that that painting was MADE for acid. It was changing colors and at first I thought it was an electric painting haha.

I kept wanting to join into the conversation but I couldn't understand it. It was almost like they were speaking another language that I had taken a short class in. Like I knew key words of what they were saying but not enough to make up even a sentence of it. I felt a little excluded but my mind was so confused and jumbled that I couldn't focus on my feelings for long.

I felt a little excluded but my mind was so confused and jumbled that I couldn't focus on my feelings for long.

 I do remember feeling that all of my friends looked very happy and revived though, and that I looked very scary and abnormal in comparison. I eventually walked to the mirror in the living room and stared at myself. In between my eyes on my nose my skin was swirling and everything else on my face was melting. I kept laughing at it, and eventually felt like I could not stop laughing.

It seemed harmless but I started to get a very weird vibe. The trip was about half way done with but it had been so long already. I decided to tell a very close friend about what I was doing because I felt very guilty for excluding him. He got angry with me and my trip spiraled. My weird vibe, along with barely being able to talk and understand what my friends were saying, my friend getting mad at me, and my friend who was there on it with us and paranoid had all caught up with me and I started to cry. I eventually calmed down. As soon as I was calmed down, my friend who had initially invited me said she was going to go to her boyfriend's house and stay the night. She was leaving me all alone on a drug I had never done before in her house, with her not-approving mother who was to be arriving home at any minute. This made me cry again and I begged her to stay but she left. The girl she left me with was also on the drug but I was getting a weird vibe around her. I felt like she was out to get me and that she was  a demon.

I was now able to speak again but ignored the girl at all costs due to the weird feeling. Everything that had happened next was a blur. I remember waking up in the middle of the night, looking around, and realizing that I was still tripping. I barely had gotten any sleep.

Since then I had very hard times whenever I wanted to smoke. Whenever I got high I got the 'bad vibe' feeling. Certain noises would give me the 'vibe' and certain places.  I have dreams involving acid and it really had gotten out of hand for a while. Although I think I'm over it now I had insomnia for a long time afterwards too. It's been almost a year and I get the 'vibe' whenever I'm alone, or talk about the experience. To be honest I have the vibe now.

Exp Year: 2012	ExpID: 102079

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 16

Published: Jun 18, 2016	Views: 1,569

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NBOMe Series (539), LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), First Times (2)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 1:00
		 200 mg
		 IV
		 Methamphetamine

		   T+ 0:00
		 1 hit

		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   112 lb

Hi I wanted to come here today to write about an expirence I had a few months ago but before I do I'll give you a little background. I have used almost every common drug and I am very expirenced the only thing I was new to at the time was speed / meth. I am clean now because the expirence I'm going to tell you about changed me forever.

I started using meth about a year ago everything was fine I started smoking it. Things were cool I would stay up for days at a time and still feel great till the come down. About six months after I started smoking speed I went to shooting up. This were things change. The first time I put the needle in my arm I get my vein on the first try. I push the plunger down and 5 seconds later WHAM. I feel a very very warm and comforting feeling come over me followed by a rush it was the most comforting feeling to me. I get a little but of visuals from it but not that overpowering I continue to use and shoot up for few more months.  Then one night my life changed for ever.

I go to purchase some LSD from a good friend. I go back home to get in the shower. I come home and have a needle already loaded with some speed inside it 200 mg to be exact. So before I get in the shower I take my hit of acid at 7:00 pm it's 300ug. I put it on my tongue and wait a half hour and get in the shower. The visuals are starting to kick in already. I also take my loaded needle with 200 mg of speed in it with me. I start the shower and stand for a min letting the acid kick in. I then take my syringe at 8:00 pm fill it with water to the 60cc mark and hit my vein. Mind you I took acid right before this. I push the plunger down and BAM my ears are ringing like you won't believe. The rush is stronger then ever before the visuals from the acid are intense. My heart is going the fastest it has ever gone. I get out of the shower. I noticed I am shaking a bit and I am a bit cold. But I don't mind of it. I go to my room and lay down. I play some drama live mix. Then this were things take a turn.

<pullquote>As I'm laying down my ears are ringing so bad I get nervous. The acid is very intense combined with the speed. I notice my breathing and heart rate are so out of whack I panic. I panicked because my heart was beating so fast I couldn't keep track of it. It felt like it was beating out of my chest. But my breathing seemed too normal for that heart rate. My body feels so tight it's hard to walk. I get up and go tell my dad what I have done and tell him I need an ambulance and to go to the ER. He calls 911. I'm sitting there hanging on to my dad's girlfriend for dear life because it feels like I'm going to loose consciousness  any minute. Screaming god please don't let me go. The ambulance arrived and they helped me walk out the door. They hook me up to the heart monitor and good thing I got help. I read what the monitor said my blood pressure was 190/130 pulse was 230bpm.

It only got worse. I got to the hospital. Some pieces get foggy but I remember trying  to speak and my words were so slurred I couldn't understand what I was talking  about. I couldn't really see because the visuals were the most intense I have ever expirenced. So here am in the hospital there were cops asking me where did you get these substances at etc. I told them I don't know. The  went through my phone and Ipad. They wait for my blood pressure and pulse to go down. The nurses give me lorazepam and send me home that helped a lot I get home I am still tripping absolute face. I lay down no music because I am still a bit anxious.. I didn't sleep all night.

In the early morning the Extreme heart beat returns again for some reason. I get nervous again. This time I have chest pains. I call the ambulance because my dad is in bed sleeping it's morning I've been up all night. This time they keep me a couple days in the hospital. Everything was ok I just needed sleep. Now the first time I went to the hospital I indeed took too much methamphetamine. My body just can't handle it I have learned a lot.

From this expirence I am now clean to this day since that incident. The reason this also may have occurred is that I have kidney disease I have had it since I was 2. Years old. I got a transplanted kidney at 2. It went bad in May of this year 2016. So please take this into account and be very very carful what drugs you mix.

Exp Year: 2016	ExpID: 108899

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 18

Published: Jul 28, 2016	Views: 6,452

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LSD (2), Methamphetamine (37) : Alone (16), Overdose (29), Health Problems (27), Combinations (3)

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		 DOSE:

		 5 hits

		 Unknown
		 (blotter / tab)

		 insufflated
		 Ketamine
		 (powder / crystals)

		 vaporized
		 Cannabis
		 (extract)

		 oral
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   175 lb

I was back on the east coast visiting some friends, the timing of my return happened to line up perfectly with a small music festival in the area that my friends and I used to enjoy going to. It's a small festival with some shady undertones, a lot of local jam bands, and a completely unregulated drug scene.

So its the second day of the festival, its been fun so far until my friend J and I decided its time to dose on my favorite drug LSD. So off into the woods we go to find one of J's friends who has these beautiful gel tabs from the west coast. We find him and for whatever reason I decide to be cheap and buy his WoW paper, never had a bad experience with his WoW so no cause for concern. I get 10 hits and eat 5 hits right off the bat. (I'm a heavy dose tripper) We then walk back to our camp site to give everyone else their acid and wait for ours to kick in and go watch some music.

We get to our camp and start doing lines of ketamine while were waiting, I start to think that it doesn't feel quite right (Iv'e been reasearch chemicaled before but it always tasted like chlorine, this was tasteless WoW) Now the trip is starting and it feels all wrong, there aren't any colorful visuals, it's distorting sound in weird unpleasant ways, no feeling of sunshine or beautiful imagery.

At this point I keep it to myself as to not concern any of our friends who are tripping, some of whom are on real acid a few of us ate the paper but no one ate as much of the paper as I did. I'm waling with 2 of my friends and the drug is starting to come on, it's alien, at this point I tell my friends that this is not LSD and we got ripped off/are now guinea pigging some new research chemical.

If it stayed like this it may have been fun, but I started to get tension in my back and neck muscles, it starts slow but soon becomes apparent that I should be at least somewhat concerned (my friend J is experiencing the same pain) we decide that this absolutely sucks and we as experienced trippers will just go to the tent, keep an eye on each other, and ride this awful drug out.

As we are hanging in the tent my back becomes much more painful, like battery acid was feeding into my muscles while on the most delirious trip of my life. We decide to walk towards the paramedic tent just in case cause J is having cold sweats, looks very pale, I could see the veins in his face and not just because of the drugs. We keep walking away from camp then returning a minute later to get more warm clothes (it's like 80° out). While J is in the tent I'm standing outside with a couple friends. I black out for a second and J is in front of me saying we need help. I realize all the people I had been talking to had left and I had no idea when.

Ok time to get serious, as we walk to the paramedic tent we are discussing the festival, life, what we're going to do when this horrible trip ends. We make it close to the tent and J starts to lose it, his body is attacking him, he is delirious and pale, and we have no idea what we took

we have no idea what we took

. J gets looked at by the paramedics and I explain everything I can to the EMT, that it is a new tasteless research chemical, it's not 25i or and DOx chemical, since J is stable they prioritize a few overdose victims before him. We are sitting in the paramedics tent, tripping on the worst drug I have ever taken (just imagine all your least favorite parts of tripping all in one drug and you just ate 5 hits of it). One person we saw was getting carried away on a stretcher, staring into the sky with a look of bliss on his face, stripped down to only his boxers, screaming with pleasure and grabbing his dick, he didn't look like he even knew he was on his way to the hospital... one of the worst things I've seen in my life.

Finally J's ambulance arrives, I watch as he is loaded into the ambulance and tell him that I love him and that he will be ok and he is in professional hands. The ambulance leaves and the EMTs start asking me a couple questions to make sure I'm ok enough to go back to the festival. I go hang out in the chill tent and talk with some of the volunteers until I decided to go check on my other friends and see how there doing/find any girl in my group and convince them to massage my completely fucked back muscles. I find my group and everyone else is ok, my friend N took the same thing, had the muscle pain so he just rode the trip out in the tent. I decide only drugs I'm taking are ones to make my back feel better so I do a dab, eat an indica medical candy, then do some K while getting a massage and explain what happened to my friends. I'm done for the day and to try to sleep off the pain in my tent to no avail. Around 2 am (I think) my friend J pops into my tent and said they just let him ride out the trip at the hospital then he took a cab back to the festival...what a champ. Glad to see he is alive we take it easy for the rest of the event.

Overall I decided I'm not doing acid on the east coast again, I've guinea pigged to many research chems looking for beautiful real acid, and I was disappointed in myself that I let it happen again. But if your taking acid make sure you know your source, I'm not even sure the kid we bought it from knew as it most likely tested as LSD being a lysergic knock off? Even though that experience sucked some positive reflections came from it and next time I take acid it will be from a 110% trusted source

next time I take acid it will be from a 110% trusted source

. Thanks for reading and stay safe, doing drugs and having a good time is great n all but not worth risking everything for.

Exp Year: 2014	ExpID: 106344

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 20

Published: Sep 5, 2016	Views: 4,218

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Unknown (120), LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), What Was in That? (26), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

It happened once before too, I get an early period when I take LSD. I was experiencing cramps a couple days after taking LSD although it wasn't due my period; and my period is usually on time. So I got worried and got a ultrasound test to look at my ovary and uterus and they told me everything is normal but it seems like I'm having an early period.

Another point: the first time I took LSD I put it under my tongue for 30 minutes and then spit it out, and it lasted for 10 hours. but this time I swallowed it after 15 minutes, and it lasted for 36 hours and we couldn't go to sleep; we missed an entire night of sleep. It's normal. I didn't panic and if it got tiring I just distracted myself with playing a video game or something. It happened with my other friend too, he swallowed it and it lasted much longer compared to other times with the exact same dose.

Although taking two hits was a lot, and for a while we had a bad trip, it was worth taking it. I can look at different aspects of my life more clearly now. I had an amazing trip last time when I took one hit, but I think this time at the peak it got so unfamiliar that we got worried for a sec, but it went away, and we enjoyed it. Also, becuz it lasted so long we were getting worried if it is gonna go away. but it did :)

I like to enjoy the day light, to go outside and enjoy the beauty of the sky and nature. and of course, music. Wine is soothing and relaxing when I'm coming down.

This time when we were coming down we smoked weed and I think it intensified the panic, and brought back the acid trip after we already came down from it.

Exp Year: 2016	ExpID: 109141

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 26

Published: Sep 10, 2016	Views: 1,681

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Retrospective / Summary (11)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits

		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   185 lb

I think health side effects should be kept on record for any psychedelic drug even if not everyone experiences it.

For myself I had done LSD in the summer of 2015, purchased from a reputable on-line vendor from [darknet], and a few weeks previous I had done some mushrooms, so that may have contributed to the negative effect.

I began tripping around 11am and walked around a forest near my home. Initially the visuals were nice and there was a feeling of curiosity mingled with excitement.

I did suffer from a few negative effects from this LSD and I was in a state of LSD cross-tolerance, which I had from a mushroom trip two weeks previous, which I believe contributed to these pains, i.e. if I had some more time in between to return to a mental baseline I think the trip would have been superior.

In any sense the two most common health complaints during the trip was, a dull-headache that felt like my entire brain was being mentally stimulated but without consequence. This dull-ache lasted for a good four hours after it began about 3 hours into the trip. This may have been exacerbated by a lack of water which I tried to rectify once I arrived back home. Needless to say this was mentally and emotionally exhausting.

Secondly due to the stress endured during the trip my stomach was undergoing some muscle strain at the general location around my esophageal sphincter. For me to have stomach pain is very uncommon and this muscle pain lasted for minutes at a time and then for months after the trip. It would occur occasionally when I ate, before I ate, or just randomly throughout the day.

As well I tend to become easily paranoid and that sensation was definitely a feature during the second half of the trip. At one point I passed the police while walking back home and began to fear that the musings aloud that I had done earlier in a park was overheard and the cops had been called. This fear persisted for a good two hours afterwards until I went to sleep.

Overall I think it would have gone better if I had not had that cross-tolerance and I am disappointed that my first LSD trip featured more negative moments than good.

Exp Year: 2015	ExpID: 109212

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 26

Published: Sep 27, 2016	Views: 1,601

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LSD (2) : Alone (16), Difficult Experiences (5), First Times (2)


		 DOSE:

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		 LSD

		 Vortioxetine

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   170 lb

LSD and Vortioxetine Withdrawal

Background info:

I am a college student that struggles with anxiety and depression. I have taken various anti-depressants over the years, and am currently coming off of vortioxetine as I feel it is not having much effect on me. It had been 5 days since I had completely tapered off, and I was starting to get pretty severe withdrawal symptoms from the vortoxetine (including “brain zaps/shocks”,  anxiety, depression, and mild suicidal thoughts).

In the past, LSD has mediated my anxiety and depression symptoms, making them fade away for the duration of the trip. I was feeling rather desperate for a release of these symptoms, so I decided I would take 110ug of LSD to try to mediate the symptoms and to have a good night. I also figured that LSD, being serotogenic, could possibly reverse the withdrawal symptoms. I have taken LSD 4 times before this, all of them being good trips.

The trip:

I smoked .3g of cannabis out of a bowl prior to the trip. About a half an hour from the ingestion of LSD, I started feeling the effects. I decided to take a walk as the come-up on LSD tends to be a little harsh on me, especially the vasoconstriction. I went back inside my home and about a half an hour afterward I suffered from very severe panic attacks about 2-3 hours into the trip. At this point I wanted out of the trip very badly, and was freaking out. These panic attacks went away after about an hour. After this experience, I decided I would meditate to try to calm myself down, as I was having anxiety that another panic attack was coming.

At this point, I decided I would take some of my leftover vortioxetine to try to calm the unbearable anxiety. This ended up somewhat muting the rest of my trip, but I still had mild visuals along with the LSD headspace.

Summary:

I should have known that taking LSD in the midst of my mindset was a terrible idea

taking LSD in the midst of my mindset was a terrible idea

. It ended up being a very powerful learning experience in the end, with many insights into my psychiatric diagnoses.

Exp Year: 2016	ExpID: 109263

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: 20

Published: Oct 24, 2016	Views: 3,499

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LSD (2) : Combinations (3), Difficult Experiences (5), Depression (15), Therapeutic Intent or Outcome (49), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		 2 drops
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   180 lb

It was time again. Every couple of years Tom felt, he would tell his closest friends, 'acid calling'. Wondering whether these intuitions were the product of self-hypnosis/delusion or just some cultural hippie norm he had picked up subconsciously, he got into the car with with two of his traveling companions to drive a few hundred miles to a contact of theirs. Being of the persuasion, that there are essentially two kinds of acid, the acid approaching purity produced with a lot of care and the mediocre nonsense that he had found to be of less worth than the piece of cardboard it had been dropped onto, he didn't care as to whether this belief was factually true or not. He just found that procuring a bottle of Acid  in an alcohol solution from a specific contact was 'appropriate in effect' for the circle he found himself experimenting with in that time. Better in subjective experience than the blotters and sugar cubes even after an expert had maintained 'acid is acid, man... it either works or it doesn't'. It was a pilgrimage to procure the bottle, with battles and problems that had to be confronted or laid aside along the whole route: traffic jams, stormy weather, route changes and adjustments as well as no place to stay at their destination. All this trouble and stress to procure a little bottle of madness juice.

On the journey back home the three of them had decided to visit a botanical garden that was displaying a rare carnivorous plant in bloom. As Julia was a plant person, this stop was mandatory and the botanical garden was rewarding and what Andy liked to call 'authentifying'. At the entrance however, the group was told that the flower had just fallen. The bloom lasting only around two to three days, the plant's flower had finally given way to gravity about an hour before the arrival of the returning pilgrims. 'It's clear what happened here... the acid did that' was Andy's response 'It dissolves everything, even this monster flower at a distance, so when we approached with the bottle...'. The day was one of those breezy summer days and the botanical park around the greenhouses was filled with strong old trees; the kind that have character and beards of moss that are softer than mattresses when they aren't too wet or too dry. The place was relaxed, beautiful, and quiet enough to tolerate a session on the part of this group and so a toast was made to the security guards; their ability to stay out of sight was a skill that the so-called guardians, protectors and police people of our society could learn from. Tom hoped that no 'hooligan druggies' would ever find this place to necessitate more security and trash cans and coke machines and fast food stalls and that kind of what he considered to be consumerist crap spoiling nature's performance.

Only 20 minutes after a glass of Mango juice with 2 drops out of the bottle, Tom found himself wrestling with the day's first issue. In his late twenties, a part of himself had always thought his career would pick-up sooner and was hurting him. An impatience was brewing inside of him with all the compromises he had made and all the concessions his art had to suffer in the process. Instead of studying music and working for diplomas in teaching, he felt he should've just went for it and become a full time singer-songwriter. He blamed himself for being a typical hypocrite coward to walk the 'safe route'. Then the mp3 player jumped to his Playlist with songs by Charles Ives for piano and voice. The turning point in this episode was remembering that Ives had actually become an insurance executive instead of trying to live of his music. The reason for this was simple: Ives didn't want to be in a situation wherein he was forced to sell his baskets. Instead, he made money in business and bought his own freedom along with helping many young composers feed themselves and live. When he was free in this sense, he was able to write the most original, experimental, and courageously beautiful songs. He was not the bitch of any audience or crowd and he didn't have to accept pay from idiots that knew less about music than children know intuitively.

Beauty to Ives was not simply prettiness, sweetness, darkness, coolness or any other limiting aesthetic criteria and it certainly could not be adequately grasped by language. But most of all it was something that we don't really know.

Tom had always felt jealous about not being popular enough or people not recognizing his passion and had thought that success in a commercial and career sense was something admirable and something absent from his life. Acid on that particular day changed that negative emotion. Instead of successful singer-songwriters and famous bands and musicians deemed to be excellent, he saw a bunch of empty idol worship. After all, Pavlovian research had shown 100 years ago that all that is needed to like a song is repetition and 'getting used to it'. People can be hypnotized to like any crap as long as you repeat it often enough; just look at how people vote or believe the news that they see on the net or on TV. The problem here to Tom is overly reductive thinking: when people reduce themselves to liking certain styles, or genres and keep rationalizing that with 'everybody's taste is different, you can't argue about taste' and that 'this music/band is part of my personality' they deceive themselves in that they think they know what it is they want or seek. At this very moment, Tom felt, a person goes blind. What they perceive to be openness for a style, an artwork, a book, or a music is inversely the closed-mindedness towards everything else. A truer openness is constantly shifting, probing, fluid, and at the same time strong, with integrity. An open aesthetic person makes bad aesthetic judgments and adjusts accordingly. Beauty and truth not as some formula that you know and that is part of your style; but as a wild animal that requires a lot of chasing after, a lot of seeking, a lot of questioning, purifying and readjusting of your methods and strategies.

For the first time in a long time, Tom felt happy about choosing the Ivesian route or at least he believed his own lie without cynicism. Hollywood and signed bands are for the masses to which he said goodbye and spoke a chant ending in something like: 'I love you guys, but I know better than to open my mouth when you don't want to listen and for this reason my stage, music, creativity is reserved for my loved ones. There is nothing I want nor care to prove to strangers.' To Tom, in his delusional intoxicated state, the mango juice had removed a huge weight and with his mischievous grin he said he was gonna make some serious cash and become as fucked-up as everybody else. His next toast went to Ives.

Exp Year: 2008	ExpID: 73122

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 17, 2016	Views: 1,274

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