Saturday, July 22, 2006

Are You Frying?



It's been a long time since I've done any acid. I used to take it here and there from the time I was 14 to about the age of 21. For the most part, they were all fun experiences. But there were a couple times that got kinda hairy.

I remember taking a couple of hits in an A-frame house up in the mountains with some friends and a couple of guys who weren't tripping. All night long the two guys kept saying stuff like "you guys are lying" and "You're all faking it", all the while, everything was coming on stronger and stronger. Everytime we started doing something fun, like watching cartoons or running around all crazy outside, one of the guys would fuck it all up. For instance, I was out on the deck looking up into the trees and stars and everything was starting to swirl all together and turn into something else, then out of nowhere, I hear a nasally voice say "what are you doing?". All of a sudden, I felt like I had to play it straight. Who the hell wants to play it straight when their on acid. As the night went on, the house seemed like it was getting smaller and smaller. My friend Justin would randomly come up to me through out the night and ask me "are you frying?" and after each time, I'd laugh the same way I had laughed before, it was identical and each time it would fuck with me that it was identical. I was starting to feel like a robot. We all eventually ended upstairs in the bedroom of one of the non believers (it was his house). He had the classic stoner room with a black light, strobe light, black light posters and bandanas hanging all over the walls. We started smoking some weed, that's all we ever did when we went over there. We sent Justin downstairs to get a tape to listen to. About 20 minutes went by and still no Justin. I went down to see what happened to him. When I got downstairs, I saw him standing there, staring at the cassettes on the table. I walked up to him and he says again "are you frying?" I laughed again and it was if I had gotten stuck down there with him too. Now there were two of us staring at the cassettes on the table. Someone else had to come down to get us a short while later. I had to go in the bathroom and get myself together. I washed my face a few times and looked at myself in the mirror. My face looked like it was transparent and made of wax. I washed my face again and got the hell out of there. I went back upstairs, but everyone had gone outside or something. So I just sat on the bed and looked at all of the posters. I heard someone coming, it was one of the non believer guys. He came in, handed me a guitar and said "play stairway to heaven". I was the guitar player of the bunch, so everytime there was a guitar around, someone would ask me to play that damn song. I looked down at the guitar and it looked really huge and my hands looked really small. I tried hitting the first few notes, but no notes came out, my fingers weren't working. He was still there waiting for his song. I looked up and everything started spinning up in a whirlwind through the ceiling and out of the house. I stared up at it and it felt like it was going to take me with it. I looked up at the non believer and started to say help, but I caught myself. My friends came back and we got out of there. We had to walk about 3 miles back home. There were no street lights up there, so everything was pitch-black. It felt like we were escaping from that A-frame. About 5 minutes into the walk, this devil voice popped into my head, it sounded like Calibos from Clash of the Titans. It kept laughing and telling me that we weren't going to make it. I started to think that it wasn't in my head at all, but was coming from just beyond the redwoods at the end of the path. We made it home a while later and I was starting to feel like my old self. It wasn't really a bad trip, but it was putting me to the test. If I never hear "Staiway to Heaven" for the rest of my life, I think I would be fine with that.

Here's a 2 hour documentary on LSD

And some tunes

Reverb Motherfuckers - LSD 25(side1)

Reverb Motherfuckers - LSD 25(side2)

Epidemic - Three Witches

2 Comments:

Blogger el bobov said...

first time i fried i took 8 hits. shit fucked me up. i saw a dude turn into a frog and a bunch of empty bud cans drip down the walls and start running everywhere.

1:21 PM  
Blogger jb said...

I remember the first time I took it, I saw my friend's face turn into a caveman and then to Ace Frehley. His Rush poster kept making me laugh too. Geddy Lee looked just like that little bald headed man on Benny Hill.

2:05 PM  

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