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Thinking about how hilarious shit used to be. First time doing shrooms wasn't interesting. I stared at a fun size Snickers bar for two hours while listening to Reload. The Snickers bar, eventually, became an unfun size.
But my first acid trip was neat. At a friend's house, plugged in his guitar and turned the headphones full blast and just played an open E repeatedly for god knows how long.
Then I went through his cd collection and decided on DOGGYSTYLE. And just laid on his futon while the trip was starting to get good. Dude's futon had some weird designs on it. Will get to that. So I start to tune out the actual songs because Snoop is singing NEW songs
in my fucking head. Just to me. I wrote acid-fueled Snoop songs in my head for an hour (could've been four minutes). Thats when I realized the wacked out futon designs were wrapping around me and the walls like tentacles. Also realized I was alone.
So I noped the fuck out in order not to be devoured by a Kraken and ran downstairs. Couldn't find my friends. So this house I'm at, his older brother lived in a shack behind the main house. It was like a two story farm house thingy. I figure they might be there.
So I go outside. It's snowing. I just stand in the miraculous snow for an hour (again, this might have been four minutes). Then remember my purpose and head to the shack. And either I didn't know or just didn't remember but apparently the older brother was throwing a party.
So I've been alone in my acid head for a while, then walk into this house party. Blew my mind. I try to navigate for a while. The seconds story is basically just an attic so I head up there. And there's two dudes also tripping balls playing chess with an AUDIENCE.
That's a bit too much for me, so I go back downstairs and play GTA for a while for the first time. Then I need to take a shit. I am in the highest point of my trip. So I shit. No toilet paper. No flushing. Oh yeah, I'm in a WEIRD WOODEN SHACK BEHIND SOMEONE'S PARENT'S HOUSE
There's no plumbing. So I peek through the door for a while until I find someone I recognize. Ask for help. She's like "dude you can't shit here, you have to go next door. There's no plumbing." Yeah, I get that NOW. But that ship fucking sailed.
Don't quite remember how or with what I cleaned myself up with, but I just left the shit. The aroma and my heightened senses at that point was just too much. Anyway, I figure it out, go back upstairs and I swear the two dudes playing chess had made ONE move in that time.
So then I go back nextdoor, and my friend's dad was watching TV. So I just sat next to him and watched some sci-fi movie. Then I passed out on the couch.
He made eggs the next morning. Good dude.
