Note: I've done LSD more times than I can count now. I'm lying in bed and thought I'd like to share the story of my first LSD trip. It's a really nice story. It was my birthday, to start with, which is already cool. I didn't have much planned, so I was pretty bummed. THEN a buddy, that I mostly smoke herb with at school texted me. He asked if I wanted to do LSD. I had done mushrooms with him the month before, and it was amazing, do I didn't see why not. So he picks me up, and we go to his place. He shows me this scroll. A canvas rolled up, and I had no idea what the hell was inside. He placed my tab in my palm and we put them on our tongues. He gave me a birthday deal of 2 tabs for $10. He placed the other tab aside and we sat in his really cool bedroom. He had really cool, old posters and records everywhere. On top of that, we were watching The Yellow Submarine. Here's when shit gets crazy. I start laughing, more than I should at the movie. Regardless of the fact my right hand kept snacking me in the face and I was getting annoyed with it, I was an idiot and swore it wasn't working. This is half an hour in. So I take my other tab, and another half hour passes where The Yellow Submarine gets to me too much and I have to go for a smoke. So I'm standing in his backyard, very still, watching the smoke stacks in he distance spring up and down. Then this hideous looking squirrel comes up the steps, and gets what was way too close to me. I know now that it was a great deal away, but I felt so aware of distance between everything and everything. The squirrel ran away, leaving a trail, when my friend comes out to join me. He has a bag of Lays potato chips in his hand. And we set off for the night. Just like that. "Our journey begins here," he says, and we left. We didn't have shoes. Just chips and smokes. We leave his backyard and it spits out onto a road. We see three younger kids on bikes. As we live in a small town (very small), they talk to us. I don't know them as I'm from a smaller city a half hour away. Anyway, they just KNOW that "we're on shrooms." I remember laughing too hard at this, and I just walked away, and realized how it's starting to rain, but not how bizarre I must look to those kids, or the elderly man across the street. Here's where it gets fun. We're walking down a road I don't know and I'm laughing really hard because I'm so wet and I thought it was hilarious that clouds could drop shit on me that makes me wet. It started to gross me out, though, but it was good timing because a truck pulled up beside us. In the second it took for me to look over and see the truck, I was convinced it was a rhinoceros police officer. Don't ask. We get in the truck. Two girls sit in the front. They go to my school, but I don't recognize them because one girls' face turns green, and the other turns skeleton. It was disturbing so I held my breath (they thought I was drunk the whole ride), and I'm not sure why I thought that would help. They drop us off on a very long back road. Now, where negative space should be, I see every individual molecule, forming a holographic grid. The sky is a rainbow, but not in the way you might imagine. It was dark, but it still looked brilliant in a way I know it shouldn't. We walk for a bit, until my best friend, (and a pretty girl from school) pick us up. It's cool because it's my birthday and they were nice to be around. My best friend is my trip friend's cousin. We drive around for a bit. I practically climb out the window as we drive, dancing wildly to Octopus' Garden by The Beatles. I wish I could describe how beautiful it sounded. We arrive at a baseball diamond. I try to do a chin up in the dugout, and hit my head. It didn't hurt, but I cried because I was so sad that I didn't realize it would happened. Then I stood barefoot in a puddle, running my toes through what I think was sand. I demand donuts. We're Canadian so we go to Tim Hortons and we get a dozen. My pal offered to pay, but I insisted I do, because it was my birthday. Sweet logic. He comes back with donuts after eternity, and I can't eat them because they've turned neon. I throw them out the window Back to the baseball diamond! We park so our sober friends can drink coffee and eat donuts because they can. And then I see lights in the rear view mirror that everyone else does. Only two of us see them as vibrant, but they were the red and blue that you see on cop cars. Shit. I was sitting on an empty case of 12 beers. That doesn't look bad or anything. Not to mention my pupils, and how completely filthy I was. The cop comes to my buddy's door, and I'm behind him. She shines her light at me, and I go, "Ahhhh," like I'm at a dentist. She goes, "is he okay?" and asks how much we've smoked tonight. I say, "good idea," until she tells us to get home and leave. They all get worked up and ask me how I was in laughter the whole time. We get dropped at my buddy's. We go through the back door for of measure. Down to his room in the basement. I find a seat on the couch, and here's where the world could have ended, and it would have been the most beautiful ending to everything that will end. He plays his Dark Side Of The Mon vinyl. There are speakers all around me on the couch and the sound is phenomenal. Here's the kicker: it's my first time listening to Pink Floyd. I can't hate myself for that, because now I can say my first time was out of the world. After Dark Side Of The Moon finished, I sat for a few minutes and wondered how it's even possible for a group of people to make that. I thought of all the science behind it. They're making noise that sounds good, and I wondered why I have a conscience that can have a preference to what sounds nice and what doesn't. Time to reveal the scroll. He packs me a really, really big bong toke. I don't smoke weed as often as him at the time, and normally ths size would have me dreading the oncoming coughing fit. Instead, I pulled it through, and the feeling in my lungs was euphoric. There, in the smoke, I saw every detail of what just happened in our six hour adventure. And then I look down, and the scroll is opened, and there is this painting that has my jaw dropped and the vibes were enough to shatter everything. It's a painting his sister made in high school, of a field covered in psychedelic mushrooms, and vibrant flowers, and all the paint was rising off the canvas. I lied on the bed until I fell asleep, looking up and seeing a Dark Side Of The Moon flag, and looking straight ahead and seeing the beautiful painting mounted on the wall. Even when I woke up in the morning, the paint was coming off the walls. It was a beautiful first trip.
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That was a great story it sounds like you had an excellent first time. I had a great time my first time a couple weeks ago but it doesn't seem like it was nearly as fun as yours. I wish I would've went outside and explored the world and I wish also had more visuals. They weren't nearly as intense as yours seem to have been
