Bad Trip

Is the orange juice thing true cuz around where I live that supposedly happened to this kid that now lives in an asylum, can that really happen?

 

lol, nah man, cause if it was, THERE'S ONE HERE TOO, and if you go down to the ghetto down here dude, then even have different versions of the story to suit their lifestyle.Yea, it's fucked up. IDK if the DEA just went around planting stories about L, but there are variations of the orange juice kid everywhere. I've had people get pissed off at me dude, and say they knew the kid personally, and he was still in the assylum. People are fucking stupid.

 

LOL, the famous baby in the oven. That's an old one. The modern version has her putting the baby in a microwave. I've heard it used for LSD, PCP, meth and crack. Oh, and the old one about Diane Linkletter jumping out a window on acid is BS, at least according to what I read in Snopes.

 

this guy says his friend thinks he is a sunflower and every morning he wakes up wlaks outside and slowly opens and sprouts thorughout the day ebfoe it gets dark when he goes back to sleep

 

but thats probably fucking bullshit, since the guy also thinks its heaps easy to make lsd and that you make it from poppies. fucking cockhead.

 

Its kind of like everyone you speak about acid has an uncle that jumped out of the window on it.

 

LOLOLOLOLOL i saw this and went nuts LOLOLOL

 

lol... yea that would be some wild shit to happen. toker: you ever heard the story of the kid who thinks he is a glass of orange juice? Hear it everywhere lol, it's real amusing.

 

or the one about taking acid 7 times and your legally insane, yea right

 

This is a story of a friend of a friend, and I do trust this story because it does seems plausible and it's not a try-to-scare-you-away type story. This guy took 7 or 8 hits, and after tripping nicely for a while, spent several hours out in a field. All there was was...grass. Grass for miles in every direction, with nothing else. The guy would walk for a while in one direction, only to find more grass. The sky was an overcast grey, also stretching out to infinity. Even if he closed his eyes, all he saw was that field.

On the positive side of that story, all five of the guys in the house at the time stayed in the house, and the guy in the story sat still for the entirety of the experience.

So I would imagine bad trips to be ones where you are completely disassociated with reality, and enter threatening situations, like an alien world where the aliens are hunting you.

More common, and this has happened to me to a certain extent, is becoming frustrated with the drug, or wishing it would stop.

The last time I tripped, two of my friends and I took two each (the original plan was 3 for two of us, until I mentioned this to the guy we were buying from and he got a look on his face and said "I dunno about that, you might not wanna..." and this guy is pretty hardcore about his drugs. He won the dorm drug name-off competition, having done the largest number of drugs the largest number of times). The first 5 hours were amazing. After that, we felt it stopping, the one guy left to go hang out with the other kids in the dorm that were tripping, and my good friend and I went to my dorm. No sooner had we walked in the door than I was tripping my nuts off again. We spent another 2 or so hours in my room having the time of our lives, and then my friend left to go find the other guy. While I was by myself, Everything had become what I can only describe as soupy, though everything was still recognizable and all that. At this point I realized that I had been seriously tripping hard for about 7 hours, and it became a "HOLY JESUS, im still tripping!" not really scared, but something like that sort of thing. That only lasted about 20 minutes, when I entered what I call the "in between". The LSD definitely switched gears on me, going from kadiedascope, swirly fractal patterns on the walls and behind my eyelids to slightly moving clearly defined images in textured objects, like the carpet. I saw all sorts of objects on the carpet in my room, but only a single rose stands out in my memory. After I left that room, it would only be patterning displaced from say the wall to the carpet in my friend's apartment.

Now, one would normally think that this wouldn't be so bad, except I wasn't ready for it, and I clung to the previous section, getting upset that the patterns weren't as complex anymore and had stopped moving. While I was going through this, my friend had started drinking (starting with the "perfect beer" phase) and continued drinking more and more beers faster and faster, and eventually had a few shots of everclear. I DO NOT recommend doing that, as it elevated him into...I don't really know how to describe it, as all he would say was "I can't tell what's real....this beer im holding, is it there, or did I set it down already?" and things like that.

Part of my problem was there were people around and I wanted to ride out the rest of the trip alone. Eventually, people left or went upstairs and I layed down on the couch and watched the stove, liquor bottle collection and the fridge slowly stop floating around and settle down. Right as that was coming to a close, several of my good friends showed up for the Thirsty Thursday party we were having that night and my mood improved. I was still not able to effectively communicate for another hour and a half or so, that felt pretty wierd.

The moral...learn to just ride out whatever the drug decides it wants to do to your head. Enjoy every stage for what it is and don't expect to change what it's trying to show you.

 

I kind of have the idea a bad trip is just 'not ejoying the trip'.

 

who was learys partner? was it ram dass? i think its something liek that... but the point is even an experienced guy like that even jumped out of a window once on acid... but ive heard the orange juice kid and the baby in the oven one.... the baby one is pretty creep IMO.. but this thread will end up convincing everyone that lsd IS a killer drug lol

 

to quote fear+loathing (and prolley butchering it)..
"every drug user gets used to seeing his dead grandmother crawling up his leg..."

 

Ram dass (richard alpert) is still alive and kicking... so IDK who you are talking about.

 

from a cannabisculture.com book review

In 1960, the author, then a school psychologist, takes a half a gram of pure mescaline sulfate, which he legally orders through the mail, and has a massive visionary trip. Three years later, Timothy Leary, Richard Alpert and Ralph Metzer, all PhD's recently ejected from Harvard, move into a 2500-acre estate in Millbrook, a "psychedelic research center." Art Kleps sends Leary a copy of his Neo-Psychopathic Character Test and is invited to visit Millbrook. He feels an immediate affinity with the LSD-gobbling residents, who are described in glorious detail. During this and subsequent visits amazing stories unfold. After the author is fired as a school psychologist in 1964 for writing a paper on marijuana, he buys lakefront property for a psychedelic retreat and creates the Neo-American Church. New members receive five peyote buttons and a membership card.A few scenes: Allan Watts well-lubricated on whiskey reeling off an amazing eulogy to a recently dead Aldous Huxley. Jack Kerouac smashed on wine and a little LSD visiting a Neo-American meeting in Miami. Timothy Leary being rebuffed after exclaiming, "We are all charlatans, aren't we?" The evil Michael Hollingshead unsuccessfully trying to find a mysterious stash under a rock with a flashlight during a dark and thundery night. The 1967 Fourth of July party at Millbrook with pitchers of acid punch, millionaires dressed in fanciful costumes, an incredible fireworks show and music by the Grateful Dead. Bill Haines, guru of the psychedelic Sri Ram Ashram, reading the chief boo hoo's classic, "The Bombardment and Annihilation of the Planet Saturn," to the Ashram kids. A big acid trip that the author and Haines take with the Hitchcocks which is the best description of a really big one in print. A naked and scrawny Owsley, underground chemist, wandering around Millbrook with his two dim and dusty-looking girlfriends. Owsley bringing his new wonder drug, STP (originally created by Alexander Shulgin), to Millbrook, with the usual consequences. Dick Alpert, aka "Baba Ram Dass," with a broken arm caused by jumping out of a window on LSD to see if he could fly.

 

Nice, learn something new everyday.

 

Another one I was reminded of over the weekend was the one where someone trips on LSD and stands in their closet for the entirety of the trip cuz they thought they were a pair of shoes.

People are so guilible, but how else are they gonna know? Can't blame the peope...gotta blame The Man.

 

If Jeffrey Dahmer couldn't be declared insane, I doubt very seriously taking acid could do it.

 

Ya it's pretty fucked that everyone in my school thinks they know someone who had a bad trip and their life was ruined. And that 7 trips and your insane is a crock of shit.

 

Yeah, considering there isn't even really such a thing as "legally insane".