Drugs
Essay title: Drugs
The first time I did acid isnt the most interesting time Ive done it, nor the most scary, but I guess it would still be a good read.
I was going down to a friends house on a Friday night. Everyone was planning to get majorly fucked up. A lot of people were going to do Dramamine. I read an FAQ on it, and it said if you have Asthma you shouldnt do Dramamineand to be honest, Dramamine seemed pretty nightmarish after reading a few trip reports. So I decided to stick with something I knew: ROBO!
I picked up this girl I promised to give a ride to my friends house, and we stopped at the drug store, where I shopped for a nice bottle of Robotussin. I finally settled on generic CVS brand Robo. We hopped in the car, picked up an acquaintance of mine, Zack, and headed down to my friends apartment. It was about an hour drive.
We were all psyched because we knew we were going to be getting all fucked up that night. We listened to this local ska/punk band, Heft, and even though I felt like a dork, some Blink-182. I used to like them a lot, then they became famous, and I started feeling like a dork listening to them…I told myself that its stupid to just not listen to things because of what other people would think though, and let myself enjoy the music. Besides, it was my tape. 🙂
We saw this weird green lightning bolt while we were driving down. We started thinking maybe theyre be a thunderstorm that night while we were all fucked up, and it would be awesome. After a little while, and a wrong turn or two, we ended up at my friends (well call him Jo) apartment.
Some of my friends were there already. There was P, who never does any sort of drugs…W, who always tried to get me to take acid, but i was too chicken…Jo, who owned the apartment…two girls who well call M and Fatty. Z was my acquaintance from the car, and H is the girl who I gave a ride down to the apartment.
W told me that P was going to do Dramamine that night. That sort of worried me. P never did drugs, and I wondered if he would be ok, since the Dramamine trip reports I read seemed very disturbing.
I was telling W how I was already dreading drinking all that Robo to get fucked up, because obviously, it tastes very bad. He told me that Jo had some acid, and why dont I get some from him. So I did. I got one hit.
Z and P ate a bunch of Dramamine. W and Jo had about 2-3 hits of acid each, and some Dramamine. I had my measly hit of acid (hehe!) and H also had one. M & Fatty were just drinking alcohol.
I put the tab on my tongue, and I asked W what I was supposed to do with it. He told me to just swish it around in my mouth a while, and eventually swallow it. I did.
Fatty had started to really get on my nerves. She was obnoxious, ugly, ignorant, and just generally reprehensible and obsequious. I had told her days before, if she showed up at Jos apartment (No pun intended) I would drink a bottle of Robotussin and vomit all over her. Fortunately for her, I did acid instead.
I started to get a little giddy from the acid, and getting this sort of onion-ish taste in my mouth. W said he hated that taste, but I said I sort of like it, that it reminded me of Ramen Noodle flavor in a way. Things started to look a little brighter and more defined. Jo had this “trip program” running on his computer. He suggested I look at it. It had little blinking dots on the screen.
I looked it at, but nothing seemed to be happening, so I ran up the monitor and stuck my face right up against it. WHAM! I felt like I had actually been sucked into the monitor! It scared the hell out of me at first, and I fell backwards. Then I put my face right up the screen again, and stared into it. The dots started to move even though Jo assured me that they werent supposed to move.
I was feeling incredibly happy and on top of the world at this point, despite the presence of Fatty, one of the most annoying bitches on the planet. Whenever she touched me or said anything to me, I kept telling her that I would kill her, break her nose, etc. She said those things made her sad because her ex-boyfriend used to beat her or something. It was an obvious ploy for sympathy that no one in the room fell for, knowing her so well.
I took a look around me. Z had passed out. I guess he took too much Dramamine. He fell asleep. We wondered if he was dead sometimes, but then wed poke him, and hed grunt. P also got very groggy but didnt quite fall asleep.
H was making out like she was all fucked up off the acid and seeing balls of light flying around and shit. Somehow I doubted the truthfulness of her supposed hallucinogenic