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Left my house few months back recently to go to a friends for a jam and drop some acid id had in my freezer for a while just planning a nice day off work some music some friends and have myself a nice little day. My head was in exactly the right place to trip as in no worries no stresses all in all life was good so I had no fear of dropping my tabs getting wasted and making it a trip to remember—well it is one I’ll remember.
Been into tripping for 35 years on and off and was a serious shroom grower and being Scottish my friends and I abused shrooms to the point we were taking massive amounts -14g dry-topped after an 3 hr with another 6g dry,just to get started tripping well that only ends up with taking you head in one direction and that’s a bad trip. Had a few bad trips on shrooms but always able to handle it talk myself out of it, shake myself out of it with fast paces and a bottle of water in my hand. Some were really bad ones but compared to what I’m about to tell you the shroom bad trips were like a head cold.
So I arrived an my friends in a great mood we had a chat and dropped our cid, I admit I was greedy and took two where my 2 friend who doesn’t trip as much took one each then we set up out gear before the acid kicked in, well its difficult setting up in full trip.
Everything was great as it started we were have a right laugh even a bit of dancing about like madmen when some music went on. One asked if I liked Phill Lynott the ex Thin Lizzy bass player who died, of course I said then we talked about all the rockstars who left the planet early, I also joked that my friend looked like the devil the way his hat was sitting it looked like devil horns just a joke though. Now chatting about dead people while tripping may sound a bad idea and if I was to try and pinpoint what triggered my bad trip this may have been the trigger but it’s hard to tell. We lost a green guitar lead and could not see it anywhere I told my friend that it’s in front on us and if we were to sit here till the acid wore off it would be right in front of us. I said think of the colour green and the room will go green, think of blue think of pink, just having fun at this point and having a great fun time.
I don’t know why or for what reason but then I got a thought…wait a min I’m not enjoying this…dunno how it started down this road but it did, I felt like I had to lie down or even sit down and by this time I thought I was dying. I remember sitting down and knowing something wasn’t right kept telling myself your ok your ok your ok, it’s only a drug it’s going to wear off.
I looked around convinced I was dying but also convinced my 2 friends were dying and I had this vision of someone finding the three of us dead so stood up shouting to them “come on get up move around please don’t die” they assure me they were ok it was me so I sat back down, still thinking I was going to die I said to myself “ well you had a great life a great family and friends it’s been good that’s it” I clasped my hands on my chest put my head back and said I love you to my wife and family and prepared myself for death, then I thought that id die and they would get me to hospital defib me and when I open my eyes my family will be standing there.
Then I thinks-wait a min I don’t want to die I’m to young-so started hitting my hand on the sofa trying to bring myself round I stood up…this is when it does get bad.
I’m told I went outside twice and was brought back in then, this is hard to write, then I smashed the lounge window with my fist and dived through-ground floor- with no shirt on and no shoes and this is December and December in Scotland is cold I was cut beyond belief on my arms and back stomach and covered in blood by this time I thought I was dead and in some place stuck between heaven and hell. I ran to one of his neighbours and smashed my palms onto the front window and screamed to call an ambulance, so I’m told. Now think if you and your family were sitting watching TV and this near naked man covered in blood appears at your window and thuds it shouting something through the dbl glazing….not a pretty site.
So by this time I’m covered in blood no shirt or shoes its December its freezing and I decide to take off running up the street. Now years ago I had a bad foot injury that left my foot damaged, when I walk on a hard surface with no shoes it’s like bone on concrete I limp badly if you follow. So here I am tripping my ass off running up this street thinking I was in hell or the place near it i’m running like an Olympic runner and I was shouting as loud as I could, I suppose I was shouting at god I shouted “ if this isn’t hell show me some blue “ the houses around me turned blue, ,show me some red they went red, show me some green, if this isn’t hell put a carpet under my feet I saw some grass or mud and ran onto the grass, I can remember shouting this some bits I remember some I don’t but I was convinced I was dead and stuck between heaven and hell but I kept this conversation up with the devil I suppose, I was trying to prove to myself and get it into my head that I wasn’t in hell but it must have looked crazy me running about shouting frightening even.
Dunno what really happened next but the next part I remember is 4 cops pinning me down, 2 female cops had my legs one cop had his knee on my chest and other cop was trying to get handcuffs on me and I was struggling like a man trying to escape the clutches of the devil. I was shouting swearing and I’m not proud of it spitting at then that’s something ill regret for the rest of my life deeply ashamed of that. I was convinced at this time these cops were all part of the devils crew trying to drag me to hell. They kept asking me was I attacked over and over again but I suppose I must have looked like a stab victim.
Its hard to remember the next part but I was in the ambulance on the way to hospital still convinced it was all the devils work and this was his ambulance and they were taking me to hell. 2 cops and 2 paramedics in the ambulance and I asked the female medic “ are you not going to defib me, put the paddles on my chest please restart my heart “ you don’t need it “she said. I looked at a clock in the ambulance and asked “how long to we arrive at hospital” 10 mins said the cop I growled something at him and sat back. Five min later I asked again “ how long till we arrive “ 10 mins…you said the 10 mins ago I said while all this time im thinking this is hell and this is the devils helpers, the female med took the clock down showed me there was no battery in it, I still was not convinced.
Then all of a sudden it hits me…this is real life these are real cops this is a real ambulance and I straightened up a bit but the ambulance was all still pretty trippy, the blanket the gave me was all patterns and I was shaking and freezing shivering now but still with handcuffs on. I asked for them to be taken off and was told no way just yet. I heard one of the cops phone his wife and asked for her to bring him fresh clothes as he was covered in my blood, I remember telling him I was clean and had no blood diseases not that that made much difference, I was apologising to them by this time and heard 1 cop say to another about my criminal record which has been clean since 1997 then I remember little, also by this time I had told them I was on LSD I had to tell them.
Arriving at AnE is a blurr getting looked at and heading to a ward is all a blank till I get in a hospital bed then it hits me…awe man I thought you’re in shit street now but you took it you caused it you handle it. The cops kept asking me was I attacked and was I fighting as my injuries looked like stab wounds I kept telling then no I wasn’t attacked.
Well I was in Hospital for three days with injuries to my arm being the worse and that req a three hour opp to repair my tendons and many scars for me to remember this by. My right hand and wrist were bad to and that was me struggling with the cops as they tried to cuff me, my back and stomach are left scarred also my foot that I mentioned earlier was bruised and sore for days after it but worst of all is the mental side of it, it breaks you in a way it takes away something we take for granted I was really down for weeks after it but now a few months later im feeling better
Im ashamed of this deeply deeply ashamed I wasted the cops and the med teams time and ruined my 2 friends day, I brought the cops into all our lives and feel a total waster. My friends were let down I embarrassed them as well as myself and to my friends I say “im sorry” peace and love to you both.
The cops told me I may get charged which I have not heard anything yet, one of the cops called me to see how I was and I could not apologise enough he told me its ok we know it was out of character and I would probably be ok…time will tell. Then I got a call from the cop who was there asking me how I was and being very friendly and that gave me a chance to apologise again for my behaviour im still disgusted with myself.
As for tripping again….i wouldn’t rule it out but not for a while yet and this whole episode has made me a stronger person for sure.
Then 2 months later i get a letter...i was charged at the time and i just
cant remember i do remember 1 cop asking me did i understand.
2 counts of police assualt
1 count of obstruction
Got a lawyer and appear this month.
This is just 1 bad trip thats never ending...maybe a little lesson for younger users with a full career infront of them...be wise...police charges suck