it was one of those drugs that i had decided i wouldn't mess with anymore. it just wasn't really fun like it used to be. the magic had kinda soured and every time i'd do it i'd say okay, it's getting too weird i can't do this anymore. but i always forgot that part.
my friends asked if i wanted to take acid with them and go to the aquarium. i hesitated for 0.78 seconds and i said well sure. this had always been an aspiration of mine in back in highschool- to trip at the aquarium- but i never got to fulfill it. so it seemed like the right thing to do.
so we went and by the time we stopped at the gas station it was starting to kick in. i realized this when i noticed we had been sitting in front of the gas pump for 20 minutes and had forgotten what we were doing and no one was sure whether or not we had actually pumped the gas yet. mary was the only one who wasn't on acid so she was trying to coordinate us but it was not an easy job.
we managed to get to the aquarium. only $5 on fridays after 5. i sat on a bench waiting for someone else to purchase the tickets, because i knew i couldn't do it myself. i didn't think i would be able to get thru the process efficiently enough. i watched people walking by and then i saw him. it was bill nye the science guy leaving the aquarium. he had a briefcase in his hand and his head was massive. BILL NYE THE SCIENCE GUY i say and he looks up at me without breaking a stride and says "hey hey" and he keeps walking.
i looked around to see if anyone else was as excited as i was about my bill nye spotting. no one else seemed impressed. did you guys see that- it was bill nye the science guy!? they nod but obviously aren't as wowed by it. he seems a lot friendlier on TV. he sure wasn't very friendly. man, he has a huge head did you see the size of his head??
i continue to say bill nye the science guy over and over, every few minutes throughout the remainder of the evening. "YEAH WE KNOW, bill nye the science guy, WE SAW HIM TOO." mary said at some point.
once we get in we lose jeff. he was mad that we missed the dolphin show so he stormed off ahead of everyone.
it is dark in there and everything is illuminated by the tanks. i find myself lost in the fish. at some point i realize that my face is smushed against the glass of a tank, and that was not a normal thing to do. i look around to see if anyone is looking at me and see a little kid next to me with his face smushed against the fishtank. i am just like a child i think.. say? did i just say that out loud?
i make my way up an escalator into the "rainforest." as you go up the room opens up. vines are hanging down and birds are chirping and everything is out in the open (little monkeys if you look closely). i start having what i think is some important revelation about how now that i'm entering the rainforest everything is out in the open and touchable, whereas behind me everything is behind glass. at the moment i think this a bug flies up my nose.
my brain nearly exploded when this happened because i felt like the bug was proving my point by interacting with me in this manner. this became a very important moment for me- i felt like i had really figured out something that was a secret to everyone else. i couldn't wait to tell everyone about the bug flying up my nose.
2 hours later mary came and found me staring at sloth hanging from a tree and dragged me out of the rainforest, saying that the aquarium was trying to close for the night. a bug flew up my nose! i tried explaining it to her she didn't get it. the bug thing replaced my bill nye mantra.
we get to the end of the aquarium and see jeff sitting behind the information desk.
mary: "what the HELL are you doing??"
jeff: "i'm giving people information."
mary: "jeff YOU DO NOT WORK HERE."
she finally convinced him to get up and leave with us. he kept insisting that he was just trying to help people- that the information desk was empty so he figured it was up to him to provide the information that people may need. he said he gave some couple a map. god knows how long he had been sitting there providing his services.
we leave and are headed back to jeff and jenny's apartment and i am thinking things to myself like okay that was fun i am ready to come down now i just need to come down. and we get back and then people started showing up at the apartment. uh how did this happen i don't want to deal with a party....okay well i'll be fine as long as i come down- that's it i'm just gonna chill and come down.
so maybe 10 minutes? later i am in the bathroom looking at my face in the mirror and i'm all clammy and my left eye looks like it's upside-down like a picasso painting or something which always happens when i take fucking acid and i'm staring at my eyes- they are black and glassy all pupil, i keep feeling my hair it's stringy and doesn't feel like it's mine and then SHIT i think i just took some pills what did i just take? i try to remember what happened i bought some pills from some girl and then i took them WHAT DID I JUST TAKE? WAIT i wanted to come down AUGH FUCK.
i am pissed at myself and confused- how did this happen? i stare at myself in the mirror and i don't recognize who i see and for a second i can see how out of control it is and i don't know why i keep doing this.
i manage to get out of the bathroom and i fall sink into a recliner and watch everyone. in and out in and out people coming and going and i can see through them i can see right through them and they don't know what the fuck they're doing either. i can see it clear as day, the things they are trying to cover up, their insecurities, their motives, and it disgusts me. for the next howevermany hours i sink deeper and deeper into the chair, seeing the sad truth in everyone- they passed by me in slow motion and it was all so clear what we were doing and i wanted it to just be okay but i had a horrible sinking feeling that it wouldn't be.
angie saw me sitting there and what i was doing- she pulled me out of the chair and took me into an empty room and she just talked and talked, she pretty much told me her life story until i was able to start talking and interacting again. i was really glad she came along and coaxed me out of the bad head trip. i decided i couldn't keep doing this shit, i just couldn't handle it anymore. she probably agreed with me i can't really remember.
wouldn'tcha knowit but the very next night so and so got some really good pills or coke or whatever it was and well, whatever fuck it let's go.
11 comments:
how come we couldn't just say no to drugs? it consistently amazes me. i mean i don't remember the tripping details like you seem to, but i remember when it stopped being a good time. until the next time anything presented itself that would change the way i felt.
i remember thinking "bad is better than boring..."
bad wins over boring EVERY time...
You just don't look at yourself in the mirror when you're on acid . . . the Lewis Carrol clause. I went to Brookfield Zoo in Chicago on acid and spent the entire morning with my head against the glass staring into the face of a sleeping snow leopard.
I think that maybe acid turns your face into a glass magnet.
yeah the mirror thing is like a cardinal rule that i broke every time.
I would like to stare at a sloth RIGHT NOW. I like the part where your friend was giving out information. That's awesome.
OK this is the best written story about an acid trip that I've ever read... seriously. It's been years since Ive done it, but your details and descriptions brought back all those memories and familiar feelings. Awesome post.
i am soo impressed that you were able to vividly remember your thoughts and feelings..esp. about the crowd passing in front of you...you're a good drug taker...you should keep on just for the excellent narrative skills!
Best written story about acid EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ... I'm tripping right now...trying to come down... sinking into the chair...
great story
thanks
im just coming down. Had a really weird, mind bending night, I'll need to take a few days to properly remember what happened. Hopefully I can get something up and written here, not now though. I'm pretty confused, I mean, I know its just chemicals, but it makes me live in an absolute present, concepts like 5 minutes ago or tomorrow morning don't matter or can't even be recalled. Effectively blurring the doors of our perception and logic, or maybe.. opening them further. it could go any which way.
ugh i just noticed i was typing my thoughts out.
stay alive,
xx - me
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