Originally posted by: nerp
I ate the 10strip outside of a Phish show. It was 1997. The guy I was buying from got all sketchy and paranoid. We were standing outside the civic center and he was suddenly like "are you a cop?" I said. Hell no, dude. So he was like "eat some to prove it" and I took the strip and just popped the whole thing in my mouth.
I never tripped harder. I don't really remember being in a concert. I just remeber sitting in a chair and watching the eiffel tower rise up out of the floor and blast off through the roof of the building into the sky. I was trying to pack a bowl but couldn't get any weed in it. The stuff was falling all over my lap. When I tried to take a hit I couldn't tell if any smoke was going down my lungs. All the people around me merged into some sort of pinkish blur. I felt like I was part of a large goo, an amoeba of sorts and could feel the inclinations and sentiments of everyone around me.
Ribbons and circles and bubbles of all kinds were all over me. At one point, my entire field of vision ripped apart and I could't really see the real world anymore. Everything was just a suggested shape and color and blending in with everything around it. I'd look somewhere and see the ghosty outlines of what SHOULD be there and it would instantly melt and dissolve and contort, like dropping dye in a pool of plasma. I remember my girlfriend talking to me and I couldn't understand her. I thought she was speaking another language.
Somehow I made it home and remember lying on the futon, looking at the cieling and wishing that I could stop tripping because I was so tired. But if I closed my eyes, things were just as bright. Behind my eyelids were photographs that would swirl. So I'd stare at a coffee table, close my eyes, and the coffee table would still be there, but it would start moving and walking around the room.
That night I had a series of powerful epiphanies abut my life, where I was going, how I was chasing silly things. I thought about my family and the ways that I hurt them growing up. I tripped for a solid 18 hours and it took two full days for me to finally feel back to normal. Afterwards, I was a changed man. I really grew up practically overnight. I stopped driving around with my windows down and the radio blasting. I was nicer to strangers. I stopped being cocky and trying to show off or posture in front of people. I realized I didn't love my girlfriend at the time and that I was just in it for the lust. I started calling my mom more. I quit smoking cigarettes (visualizing lung cancer on 10 hits of acid will do that to you).
I could write more about what I saw or felt but some of it is so alien, I don't think anyone other than stephen hawking could relate.