The first time I did acid I was sixteen years old. That summer I was hanging out a lot with my friend Mia and her boyfriend Todd. Todd was a few years older than us and had been on his own for quite some time. Almost everyday that summer we'd all go to Topanga Beach to hang out. One day, out of the blue, Todd asked me if I had ever done acid. I told him no, but I was curious. he then proceeded to explain to me what happens when you're on acid. "You'll have a weird body buzz and you'll see things out of the corners of your eyes." Well ****, that doesn't sound to bad. I'll give it a whirl. After about an hour of having that little piece of paper on my tongue everything got very confusing and disoriented. I remember sitting there on the beach watching the sun set thinking "what in the holy **** is going on?" I also remember trying to hold a single thought in my head, getting distracted by something, then completely forgetting what the **** I was trying to remember. What a mind cluster **** this drug is. What happened next was horrible. The sun was down......the stars were coming out.....and Mia and Todd were nowhere to be found. Needless to say I began to freak the **** out. "Where the hell are they?" "Did they forget about me?" "Jesus, how long have I been sitting here?" Then I had the brilliant idea to drive myself home. The only way to get home was taknig Topanga Canyon. Mind you, Topanga Canyon is not fun or easy to drive even sober. I remember following someone through the canyon, which made things a bit easier because I could follow the lights in the back of the car. The thing that made this drive the hardest were the colorful bugs that seemed to never stop flying into my windshield. If you've ever driven on acid you know about the non-existing colorful bugs that leave no splatter when they hit your car.

After a while of following this guy I remember thinking, "this is taking forever." Well, it seemed that way for a good reason. Not only had I followed him through the canyon, I had in fact followed him all the way to his house in Calabasas......which is nowhere near my mothers house in Van Nuys. At the start of this mission to get home I told myself, "follow this car and you'll be fine." I guess I concentrated on following him so much that I failed to realize that we did in fact get through the canyon and gone roughly twenty miles away from my home.

After not blinking for 10 hours, I was finally home. Thank god my mom and step dad weren't home. There's no telling what kind of awful babble would have come from my mouth. After trying to get situated I went into the restroom. The next thing I saw is an image that will forever stay in my mind. As I entered, I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. To my amazement, I had worms, snakes and things of the sort crawling all over my face. I'm not sure how long I stood there, stairing at my face which had turned into a wild animal park, but it was a long time.

When I woke up the next afternoon I told myself that I would never do that again. Wow, only sixteen and already speaking and thinking like a seasoned addict.


to be continued...........

Hey I did acid when I was 16 too. I love that **** but I only do it about once maybe twice a year **** kills your brain man. Mushrooms and Peyote are the best natural drugs ever discovered.

I don't do any of that **** anymore.

HAHAHA!!!! dude you followed that ****er home?!?!

oh man. first time i did acid i was 14 and my mom came and picked me up from school right when i was peaking. we had to go to the grocery store.
i spent 15 minutes whispering to the bananas. from what i recall, i was pissed that they were in BUNCHES......almost like they were being enslaved.
so i convinced my mom to "rescue" a bunch for me. we got home and i took the bananas down the street and started throwing them in the street. i rememeber vaguely saying something to the effect of, "BROTHERS!!! YOU ARE NOW FREE!! GO REPRODUCE AND BE PLENTIFUL!!!"

next day there were rotten smashed bananas everywhere.

i used to ALWAYS do shrooms and acid at disneyland. that's the BEST cause you're convinced that you're in a different dimension for every ride that you go on.

i vaguely remember being on the pirates of the carribean...then the pirates start shooting at us so i start ducking in the boat telling everybody, "HOLY ****!!! GET DOWN EVERYBODY!!!! THEY'RE SHOOTING AT US!!!!!!!!!!!"

one time we were all doing lines at this dude blake's house and we convinced this psycho ****er, nick, to ram 4 safety pins through his hand.





me and my buddy rob used to scroung dirt weed when we were younger. except we never had anything to smoke out of. one time we faked a scavanger hunt.
"excuse me sir. we're on a scavanger hunt. all we have left to collect is an empty aluminum can, a safty pin, and a book of matches."
"sounds to me like you boys are making a pipe."
"****........dude you gotta pipe?"

I drank a beer once

another time that we were all twacked out, my buddy billy convinced my other buddy marc that he knew how to "make" dredlocks for him.
so we all railed more lines and dumped a whole huge tub of elmers glue in his hair. he didn't realized what we were doing. i think he just thought it was gel. so we dumped all these leaves and twigs in his hair too. then told him to pound this bottle of jim beam ("come on *****!!!") and sent him home.
the ****er passes out for 2 days and comes to school with that same **** all dried up in his ****in hair. marc ****in ruled!!

That was a good story Tanner, it reminds of my youth, except I never was close to freaking out or having a bad trip. It's to long of a trip for me, but I laways had pretty good experiences on hallucingens, in fact i ususally ended up babysitting those that freaked out. Been years since I did LSD, or mushies but I always had fun when i did. I also used to LOVE surfing that perfect right at Topanga, as I spent many summers there as kid. That's some of the best southern cal has to offer.

I tripped for 14 hours once. That was pretty good acid. I was scared it would never go away and some how I did my calculus homework while out of my ****ing mind.

The second time I did it was in college. This night easily goes down as the weirdest, craziest and most bizzare night of my life.

The night had been planned for over three weeks. My teamate, Dan had the hook up for the acid. Me, Dan and six other guys from our team were confirmed to participate in the festiveties.

By the time Dan came back to his house we were all ready to waist the next fourteen hours of our lives away. To my suprise though, Dan didn't come back with paper acid. It was in gel tab form. I wasn;t aware at the time that you could take acid that way. Dan then began to tell us how his friend said this acid was special. Hearing it was special didn't really mean much to me since I had only done it once before. If Dan would have told me that I'd be playing with pink bunnies, or that I would turn into a glass of orange juice, needing to keep my balance or I'd spill, maybe if would have meant more to me.

So there we were, deciding weather or not to take one or two. Me, being the natural raging addict that I am, took two. Dan and three others also took two. Everyone else took one. Now, the first time I did it, I remember not feeling anything for an hour. With these gel tabs, I had a weird, hyperactive body buzz after only fifteen minutes. I couldn't sit still...I couldn't shut my mouth....and I couldn't keep myself from laughing. After another fifteen minutes, my vision started getting distorted. I began seeing trails and color changing. After another fifteen minutes, everything was ****ed. Nothing made sense.........We were all out of our minds. The only words I remember hearing and saying are "this is crazy" and "I can't believe what's going on." A little more time went by, and now all of us were laying on the hoods of our cars, stairing at the sky. This is another image I will always remember. The sky looked like a video game. Every star in the sky was shooting. It was impossible to focus on just one, because on this night, there was no such thing.

Even though this was the most amazing thing I had ever seen, besides elephants having sex at the zoo, we wanted to venture into something else. One of us had the brilliant idea to take a walk around the neighborhood. Only four of us went. Naturally, we got lost. I'm not sure how long it took us to get back to the house, but it was a while. Then, for some unknown reason, Dan wanted us to go to Walmart. So there we were....four morons, tripping our balls off......hopping into Dans jeep to go to Walmart of all places. Walmart was only about two miles from the house, but the ride felt like an eternity. Everytime a car went by us we freaked out. We didn't just see two headlights coming towards us. We saw and felt a run away freight train blazing by us at incredible speeds.

When we got to walmart, we had to hang out in the jeep for a minute to finish our cigarrettes. So, there we were, puffing away.....puff, puff, puff.....then, out of nowhere my roomate Mike yelled "STOP!!!!!!!!!" Right away, Dan slammed on his breaks and we all braced ourselves. The funny thing is that we were parked the entire time. A car passed by where we were, and Mike was just so ****ed up he forgot we were parked. Apparently all of us forgot, including Dan, or we wouldn't have braced ourselves anxd he wouldn;t have slammed on his brakes.

Once we mustered up the courage to enter, we made one rule.......stick together. I'll always remember what it looked like in there. It felt like I was in a cartoon. Everything was so bright and colorful. I was literally walking around in a cracked out Rainbow Bright episode.

It really is amazing how paranoid you are on acid. I swear everyone knows you're on tripping...........or do they?

So, here we are again walking through walmart, utterly amazed at how cool simple things look. I was so amazed at how a shampoo bottle looked that I stopped to check it out. Apparently, my friends didn;t notice me standing there because they kept on walking. We made one rule.....stick together. It's a great rule to have while on drugs, but when you're so ****ed up that a shampoo bottle boggles your mind, how is one to remember anything?

When I couldn't find the crew I began to panic. I'm assuming that when yuo're under extreme stress on acid it makes your trip that much more intense, because when I couldn't find them my trip became insane. Every person there became the ugliest human being on earth. Their faces were melting off.........their clothes were horrible.....and they all knew I was on acid.

I remember thinking, "just walk around like you're shopping and no one will notice you." I then realized where I was. The CD/movie section. "Pick up a CD and act like you're interested in it." I grabbed the first CD I saw and acted like I was reading it. "They're all buying it." "They think I'm normal." At that very moment I actually looked at which CD I was holding. THE 3 TENORS GORBEL CD!!!!!! OH GOD, WHY?!?!?!?!?! No one will believe that an 18 year old listens to this.....I'm busted. The only thing I could think to do was get the hell out of that store as fast adn I could and wait out front for the guys.

Luckily, when I got outside there was a bench for me to sit on. This is where things got even more bizzare. An old Asian man approached me first. He babbled something off that I didn't understand. I tried ignoring him but he kept repeating something to me in a foreign tongue. "Why won't this guy leave me alone?" So, I said the first thing that came to mind. "I lost my mommy and daddy inside. I'm waiting here for them." Why that came to mind I have no idea. He stood there for a moment with a blank searchign for answers look on his face. He then said something that sounded like goodbye, and left.

The next group of people I encountered were a bunch of gothis freaks dressed for a funeral. As they were walking to their car, one of them turned and noticed me sitting there. She said something to her friends and then started walking my way. She sat down right next to me and asked for a smoke. I gave her the smoke, she said thanks and began walking back to her friends. Then, she turned around again and walked towards me. She got right in myu face and said something that still sends chills up and down my spine. "I wish I was looking through your eyes right now." This, of course, freaked me out even more. "how the hell did she know?" "Did I do something to give myself away?" These questions will go unasnwered forever.

After sitting outside for a little while longer, my friends finally made their way outside. We shared our stories about what had happened to all of us once we seperated. They found my CD mishap hilarious......adn were even more confused than I when I told them about that gothic girl.

We hadn't been back to the house for over an hour now. We had no idea what our fellow acid monkey friends were up to. The first thing I saw when I walked inside was our friends Norm, sitting on the couch wearing only his underwear and a beer helmet. Needless to say, I pissed my pants from laughter. We tried talking to him btu he was to wrapped up with ESPN to pay us any attention. Speaking of ESPN, I'll never forget what the TV looked like. Ricky Williams was being interviewed because earlier that day he broke OJ Simpsons college rushing record. Rickey's head looked like Medusa. His hair looked like snakes. His face wouldn't stop changing. Very odd indeed.

Everyone else on the team freaked out and walked home. I guess they couldn't handle the trip........Norm was handling it his own way by watching TV in his underwear, wearing a beer helmet.

After a few more hours, we decided to go back to my apartment. At this time our visuals weren't anything special. We had all come down quite a bit. Our eyes were winding down but our minds were still going 100mph. It would have been great if we could have recorded ourselves. I can't imagine watching myself in that state. That alone would have probably been enough to get me to stop..............yeah right, who am I kidding.

I don't remember what time we went to sleep, but I do remember the sun was out. I tried many times to duplicate that night. No other acid trip ever came close.

to be continued........

Your story has had me laughing like a ****inh hyena for 10 minutes.

Thank you Tanner. My day is made. Your loss, my gain.

I found it humerous.

I would put in some of my own but they aren't funny except well one story

Originally posted by GhosT^x0
Your story has had me laughing like a ****inh hyena for 10 minutes.

Thank you Tanner. My day is made. Your loss, my gain.

:)

I will be telling the story of my last good trip very very shortly.

Aaaaahhhh... to be young again.

i did acid at 16 also. It was by far the funnest drug I've ever experimented with, but it's way too dangerous to do. I'll stick to weed

My second mescoline trip also got a little out of hand. Me and three others decided to mix mescoline and acid. We each took two microdots and one green gel tab. The only thing I noticed about mixing the two is that I had way more visuals then when I did mescoline alone.

So, there we were. The four of us sitting on the couch, taking hits from our hooka. Things were very loud and the trip was very intense. Then, out of nowhere I hear someone knocking at the front door. I ran over to the stereo to run it down. I walked up to the front door, and looked through the peephole. OH MY GOD!!!!!! IT'S COACH WINTERLING!!!!!! The site of our baseball coach standing there about made me **** my pants. I turned and told the guys......."It's Winterling.....RUN!!!" I grabbed the hooka and a bag of weed then headed out the back door. The others followed all carrying with them some sort of paraphenilia. We ran as fast as our legs would take us through the woods behind our apartment. When we thought we'd ran far enough we stopped to catch our breath. "HOLY ****!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT JUST HAPPENED!!!!" All of us were frightened yet laughing at the same time. Of all the afternoons for our coach to drop by he had to pick this one.

After about twenty minutes of dipping and ducking through the woods, we figured the coast was clear. We came back to find my other roomate Greg standing in the living room with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Greg was in the shower when we bolted. We left him there to deal with Winterling alone. This, of course, was unintensional. The only thing goign through our minds was to get the **** out of that apartment. Greg said Winky, as we used to call him, was only there for a minute. he came by to check out the property damage in our apartment. I guess it's a good thing we covered all those holes in the walls with posters. Speaking of posters and things on our walls, you could've taken a picture of our living room and run an ad for Spencers Gifts with it. You've never seen so many black lights and black light posters. It was the perfect setting for losing your mind.

We capped the evening off with some ecstasy.


to be continued..............

The first time I noticed my addiction was the day after the first time I did ecstasy. The feeling that drug gave me was pure bliss. I had never felt like that before. Marijuana had been the only other drug I had done previously. I remember thinking, while smoking once, "who could ever want a better high than this?" How sweet ignorance and youth are.

What at first started out as a once in a while thing, turned intoan every weekend thing. Then, naturally, it turned into a whenever I had enough money thing. Even if I didn't have any money, I'd still find a way. Yes, that man at the pawn shop and I became very close that year.

The habit was ruining my baseball career. I would fake injuries so that I could sit the bench because I was to cracked out from the night before. My teamates all tried to get me to stop. To the best of their knowledge I did stop, but that's only because I was off doing it with my dealer or doing it alone.

Oh, I forgot to mention the other fun things I was doing on top of ecstasy. I dabbled a lot with acid, mescoline, weed, shrooms and cocaine. Coke was never really my thing. I'd do it from time to time to stay awake and to feel like Albert Einstein. It's amazing how smart you feel on coke. You could be having a conversation with someone about which store has the best ice cream but in your ears it sounds like you're discussing nuclear physics.

Weed wasn't even considered a drug to me. It was a way of life. It was something done on a daily basis alone of with numerous people. No one on my team frowned on it because at one time or another they had all been stoned.

Do my stories suck? Kamino, don't answer that.

Good stories man, I'm just glad that they're only memories to you now. Some **** shouldn't be ****ed around with in my opinion.

I almost **** my pants when you mentioned the guy in his underwear and beerhat...

Who am I kidding, there was no almost about it.

I have countless stories to tell. I've been through some crazy ****.

I poked a dead body with a stick once

Did it wink at you?

Tanners old thread about worst or most embarrasing times when he needed to **** was classic. I think that was the first thread I ever read by tanner, had me laughing for days.

To bad someone had Sherdog deleted it after I left.

those stores were truly masterpieces. especially the one where you were watching movies or something and you excused yourself to the bathroom and blew **** up where the parents could hear you!

LOL!!!!!!!!


Yeah, at my ex-girlfriends house. I brought her ****ing high school yearbook in the ****ter with me. I must of been in there for 30+ minutes. The entire house smelled like my ass when I opened the door. They nicknamed me "Ploppy" from that day forward.

You want to stop, but you keep heading in a downward spiral until there's nothing left but a heep of lies and deceit. The addiction controls your every waking thought and action. Your mind is bent on it. You drive those closest to you away. No one is on your side. Everyone is against you. In a way, you want people to pity you. To feel sorry for you. When they don't, you instantly turn against them. You're a pitched ina game of you against the world. It's a game you can not win. Repeatedly, you try again and again to defeat the inner demons. You tell yourself that this will be the last time. You justify using because of insignificant, miniscule things like having a good day at work. You're wrong adn you know it. Will you do anything about it? Maybe you will and maybe you won't. It all depends on that persons will to strive for a better life. How do I know these things? These have been ripples in a pool of everyday life for me these past five years.

Memories of a happy childhood have faded away. You look at pictures and old home movies of happy times and wonder if they ever happened. How can someone as miserable as me have such great days in my past? Could this alternate life of taken place in some other existence besides the morbid world I know now? Do I strive to be miserable? Do I want and need chaos in my life? Why, when things are going good do I feel the need to climb right back into a dark hole? Why watch my dreams wash away in a stream of illusions when I have so much valuable time left in life? Why destroy and abuse the relationships of those dearest to your heart? You take something as beautiful as a Maui sunset and throw it away for a handful of pills. What forces someone to do these things? Could it be that I'm so used to being alone that it's actually comforting to me? I guess only time will tell.

Tnner, your posts are ****ing masterpieces! One second I'm pissing my pants and feeling no shame bout it the next i'm full of sympathy and then ur pullin at the heartstrings. Cesaro used to be my favortie poster w/ all his ****, ut now u got him beat. Keep the stories coming man.

:-)

Thanks man

Originally posted by Tanner Rhoden
Do my stories suck? Kamino, don't answer that.
Actually they make a nice read. Tanner...you motivate me to do drugs. Thank you.

LMAO!!!!

Outstanding

Are you Jesus?

NO, but I went to school with a hispanic guy named Jesus once.

Was he pretty?

I'd hit it

I'd probably hit it too. God bless America and that lad Jesus.

Amen

Is Alf available? He looks promising behind closed doors.

Alf's mine

*ghetto hoe voice* No he aint foo'

Drug stories are always cool. Ectasy is one drug that I've never tried, not that I remember anyways. It's one drug that always sorta freaked me out, cause you hear about "bad batches" of the **** and people dying on them and stuff. You never really know what's in those little pills. Same with coke, even though I've done my share. You really never know what you're snorting up your nose. And you know you ain't snorting the pure stuff unless you're a rock star. Most of the stuff out here has got ritalin, and all sorts of other **** in it.

Originally posted by Kamino
Are you Jesus?

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jesus christ, entertaining AND scary.

Jesus has a very strong pimp hand. Ask Lucifer.

hahaha, ****, I said jesus christ at tanner's stories, not that pic :)

-m

Originally posted by Kamino
-m

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He's sexy in that pic. I am Jack's penis. When Edward Norton is onscreen, I jizz multiple times.

I'm am Jack's mouth "SHUT UP!"

Originally posted by Magic Man
I'm am Jack's mouth "SHUT UP!"


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We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of uppers, downers, laughers, screamers... Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge, and I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.....

Ah, devil ether. It makes you behave like the village drunkard in some early Irish novel. Total loss of all basic motor function. Blurred vision, no balance, numb tongue. The mind recoils in horror, unable to communicate with the spinal column. Which is interesting because you can actually watch yourself behaving in this terrible way, but you can't control it.....

Panic. It crept up my spine like first rising vibes of an acid frenzy. There I was. Alone in Las Vegas, completely twisted on drugs, no cash, no story for the magazine, and on top of everything else, a gigantic god damned hotel bill to deal with. How would Horatio Alger handle this situation?

How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?

Outstanding movie, Billy.