So where I live, a lot of drugs go around. Most of them being from people just looking to make some cash so they sell bunk stuff. Because of this, it took a quite a while for a connect to come around that I actually trusted. When one made itself present the connect, myself, and a few friends decided to dose and go out to the beach and spend the night out there. Unfortunately for me, the days leading up to the experience were not filled with preparing myself, but stressing over the fact that my girlfriend haaaaaaaaaaaates drugs with a passion; even though she has little to no experience with most of them. So, instead of meditating, mentally preparing myself, and generally being a mature psychonaut I argued with her about it and pretty much said "Tough shit, I'm taking it."
Day of the experience, I study a little bit while our connect tries to get her shift covered. I get the go-ahead from her girlfriend and head over to their house. We're all giddy with anticipation and I know I am in good hands (These girls also introduced me to MDMA). We grab our little baggy of assorted treats and leave for the beach. We dose about 30 minutes before we arrive at our destination; I remember the taste being blank but it felt sour as hell, made me pucker up. We continued on our way, did not talk for the rest of the drive because we were holding the saliva in our mouths. Girl A held it in for about three times longer than Girl B or myself.
We arrive at the beach and Girl B and myself are not feeling it. Girl A however is tripping nuts, she says she is in an Alex Grey painting, I mention that I should have brought my AG shirt for her to look at (Overmind, great painting!) So we carry our stuff to the beach and set-up camp. At this point we find out Girl C and Guy A are heading out from the neighboring town to join us in the festivities. We rejoice, eat cheetos, Girl A spins fire. After that, Girl B and myself mention that we are not seeing any effects, just feeling the effects. Girl C and Guy A arrive and we all decide to dose/re-dose. Girl C and Guy A take a sugar cube each. Girl A (owner of the stuff) gives me the plastic bottle that held the stuff and says "Chew on the bottom, it's absorbed into the bottom." I reluctantly chew on it, I did not want a mind-blowing first experience. The taste is waaaaaaaay stronger than before, at this point I shrug off my reluctance; might as well enjoy it! It's acid! This shit created a cultural movement! I pump myself up.
Girls A-C, Guy A, and myself sit around, talk about non-sensical shit, we all start laughing uncontrollably over small things. I wait for the effects and they come shortly, colors are vibrant and shifting. I'm startled when the clouds drop...several hundred feet closer to me. They shift around, they go from dark blue to orange and purple. I look at the stars that are starting to come out, they're gorgeous. They dance around the sky, they morph into odd-shaped triangles. I play connect the dots with the stars, I see a one-eyed space-hippo in them, it is smiling at me, beckoning me out into the ocean. I walk into the water, the receding tide leaves fish-scale patterns in the sand. My feet sink into the sand, it feels amazing. I wonder where the fuck the ocean goes before it comes back (I felt like it was going out wayyyyyy further than usual). Girl B and Guy A join me in the water. We talk about the ocean fucking with us, goes away and then engulfs us when we're giggling about something stupid.
I look up, space hippo is much closer, the sky looks like a physical dome, as if we are encased by a shroud of the most beautiful fabric ever. A fabric that...you know...dances... Girl A and C run to the nearest CVS to grab some snacks and water. They return and tell us the lady that helped them find stuff looked like a droopy vagina covered in clown make-up. We laugh.
I lay down and look up at the stars, I begin to think about my girlfriend. She's just getting off work right now, probably blowing up my phone. Fuck that phone, I wouldn't be caught near it right now, that's the last thing I want to think about. I beat myself up over it quite a bit. I wish she was there with me, experiencing it with me. I remind myself you cannot explain colors to a blind person, she would not understand. I sit up, talk with everyone that we are not really bettering ourselves right now, just getting stoned on the beach. We agree but decide we do not really care at this point, we are all having a great time.
We all sit around and smoke cigarettes, we find a knocked-over life-guard tower and sit on it. Girl B brings out a small portable MP3 player, we talk about the music, smoke more cigarettes. At this point we are all tired, start wishing the sun was up. We joke about the athletic people that will be up soon, we hate them. We talk about a recent festival everyone was at (except for me, held a rave instead). We discuss why being barefoot sucks and rocks, deep bruises on the soles of your feet anyone?
Sun comes up, it is BEAAAAAUTIFUL. That bright orange bitch is a little unbearable at times though. We joke about the people using metal detectors avnd people sitting on towels that keep getting attacked by the tide (Tourists...pffft...they fuddy). We decide to pack up and leave the beach, say our good-byes and depart. I nap on the car ride home. I go to class, still tripping. I call the girlfriend, tell her it was fun but not worth pissing her off. She rants about how I thought she knew nothing but she does (I keep quiet, I know she has no idea what she is talking about, but what is the point? I cannot change her at this point). I cook her some dinner, talk to my brother about it, and go to sleep early.
I loved acid with every atom of my existance. It was beautiful, but it was not the right time for me to take it. Plus I'm more of a sucker for DMT, it takes me places I never imagined existed. Acid feels familiar. I have a renewed sahense of childish awe and wonder. I start researching Ayahuasca, I write this report.
Hope y'all enjoyed the report! It is written in a much different manner from my other ones...Writing it this way feels like the only way I should write it really...
Life is a puzzle. Your parents fill in the edges and give you a starting point. The interesting thing about this puzzle is that one piece could fit in a million different spots and you will never fill it in. Try as you may, it will never be complete.
-Mi padre