Speaking of 'hurting', I took some acid on Wednesday. Me and my girlfriend had a nice little trip, but beforehand, it gave us both really bad stomach aches, made our knees/legs hurt, and I took maybe 1/3rd of a hit and tripped for 15 hours! We couldn't sleep when we tried... there was just no come down, so we took sleeping pills and eventually passed out.

This stuff was on plain white blotter, and as I was cutting up a second tiny hit for my lady to take (she said she wasn't feeling anything and I was trippin' balls) some completely random guy I've never seen before in my entire life comes to the back door of my apartment and asks if 'Eileen lives here'. I don't know anyone named Eileen, I doubt anyone in the building is named Eileen, so... what the fuck? The guy had tracers flying off of him and I don't know how I calmly told him that there was 'no Eileen here' in the shape I was in. (I was just sitting on the floor in the bathroom a few minutes prior, maniacally gargling with mouthwash and drinking water from the sink while telling my girlfriend I was Vincent Van Gogh)

What I want to know is... has anyone ever gotten acid like this? (ie, gives you really bad nausea as you're starting to trip, makes your body ache and lasts really fucking long) or had a stranger knock on your door whilst tripping?

Yeah. Happens when there is too much strychnine in the batch.

Can't help you on the visitor though.

WoundedFoot wrote:What I want to know is... has anyone ever had a stranger knock on your door whilst tripping?

Once my girlfriend, cousin, and I had eaten fungus and were sitting on our back porch and a man came up and asked us for a beer. We were in the collecting property stages and refused him a beer. He started talking about how he was getting married the next day... "Hell, I don't want to get marred... she's in a wheelchair and shit!" then he took a steak knife out of his jacket which blew my mind. My cousin somehow mustered the control to tell the guy "That's a nice knife, I think we have those same knives. Can I see it?" the guy handed the knife to Garrett through the fence and we refused to give it back. I gave him 2 beers (fair trade) and told him he didn't need the knife and he sort of just staggered away. I was pouring sweat and very glad to see him go. I stood in a puddle of watter and watched ivy grow for 15-20 minutes to calm down.

I also played the most 3-D game of Worm ever on my cellphone.

Intruders are very confusing for me in altered states. I don't like people trespassing in my spirit world.

I'd always heard that the idea of strychnine in acid was pretty much a myth. Though some is definitely better than others. Cheap speed is a more likely candidate I'd think. Or other fun things that make you hallucinate like pcp.

WoundedFoot wrote: some completely random guy I've never seen before in my entire life comes to the back door of my apartment and asks if 'Eileen lives here'. I don't know anyone named Eileen, I doubt anyone in the building is named Eileen, so... what the fuck? The guy had tracers flying off of him and I don't know how I calmly told him that there was 'no Eileen here' in the shape I was in.

That kind of shit happened all the time whenever I took psychedelics. I remember playing Tetris (the stand-up version) at a really remote, run-down 7-11 while my friend was buying some gatorade when all of a sudden my history teacher (I was in the 10th grade) was standing next to me making all sorts of strange comments about the day's headlines (he was slapping the newspaper and saying really goofy shit).

I remember trying to play the game and stifling my giggling before it turned into that maniacal, psychedelic belly laughter while his acne-pocked face bounced over my right shoulder like a glowing, sunburnt raisin. Funny thing was, he never mentioned the meeting and I never did either. My friend still thinks I hallucinated the whole thing but he did see the teacher's back as he was walking out of the store so I know something happened.

Once a girl with severe anorexia came to my friend's door looking for her dog. She looked like the walking dead. (We confirmed this to be true even after the trip when we watched the videotape to document "strange shit"). Boy, I'm glad I don't do that to my brain anymore.

WoundedFoot wrote: telling my girlfriend I was Vincent Van Gogh

Whoa !!! Close call...
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One time I was tripping at a friend's apartment and a neighbor who I had never met stopped in, introduced himself to me, shook my hand, etc. Upon his departure my friend was like, "Holy shit, you just shook hands with the Dildo Man!" I was, needless to say, slightly weirded out. My friend worked at a nearby hospital where this dude apparently showed up at the emergency room because he had a dildo shoved so far up his ass that he was unable to remove it. This provided laughs for my friends for several hours. I washed my hands very well.

Acid- Not crap
Shaking hands with the Dildo Man on acid- crap.

I'd say NOT CRAP in general, but please allow for some major waffling, maybe a 7 or 8 out of 10.

I used LSD a bit in my early 20s, when I was still in that youthful process of distinguishing my own personal identity from other influences around me. It was a time when I was determined to establish myself as a profound, influential artist, though I had very little notion how to go about doing that. I have to say that the 'cid ended up becoming a significant formative influence. LSD demonstrated to me new ways of looking at the world, I learned to look for meaning in what sometimes appear to be very minor, inconsequential things.

Another thing acid taught me was that the cold, epistemological approach to life was not the only valid one, though there's little doubt in my mind that back in those days, I took that particular revelation a bit too far. I went kinda goofy with acid for a short time there, tripping several times a month and trying desperately to make something meaningful out of the very subjective experience. Needless to say, most of my artistic pursuits from back then were cheezy, self-indulgent crap of the lowest order. I now recognize that period of unfettered drug use resulted in my lifestyle veering off on a series of random, occasionally very self-destructive tangents which were far less productive and edifying than I had imagined them to be at the time.

Basically, I feel that psychedelics are good for enhancing one's "inner-life", but for that reason they are a double-edged sword. One must be very careful about how much, how often, and under what circumstances one uses these drugs, lest one end up living entirely "inside their own head" and losing the discipline to act responsibly in the real world.

BTW strychnine in LSD is not a myth. It's a by-product of some step in the process of making the drug . However, drug users often enjoy discussing their drugs in the manner of a connoisseur of fine wines, as if they can "taste" or "feel" the level of by-products in the drugs they've taken. That kind of thing is most definitely bullshit.

There are literally thousands of psychoactive compounds that cause mental effects much like LSD and when you buy "acid" off the street, without knowing for certain the source of its manufacture, there's no way to know what substance you're actually ingesting. That is the #1 reason why I no longer take LSD.

I've done LSD a couple times and haven't felt it at all. I actually haven't felt any of the hallucinagens I've tried.
I'd like to think I'm immune but I have a feeling some of the medicine I take cancels out the effect.

Oh well...

Ace wrote:I've done LSD a couple times and haven't felt it at all. I actually haven't felt any of the hallucinagens I've tried.
I'd like to think I'm immune but I have a feeling some of the medicine I take cancels out the effect.

Oh well...

If you took some LSD and didn't feel it it wasn't really LSD.
If you take real LSD you will definitely feel it no matter what else you may have taken or have in your system. LSD overrides everything and is extremely powerful, no such thing as not feeling it or just kinda feeling it.