so i am a fairly experienced tripper, i've tripped on salvia, shrooms, acid, 2ci, 2ce, 4 aco dmt, and mescaline but nothing would prepare me for my new years eve trip. so i went to cosm in new york city on new year eve, and at around 10pm i took 3 hits of pure liquid acid. within 45 minutes i was tripping balls and admired the beautiful paintings of alex grey. at around 12am we all kicked off the new year in this hall were there was an ill drum group that was kicking it and then they had 2 different fucking ill dj sets and my trip was pretty ill then, tons of visuals everywhere and it ended at around 4am. at that point i didnt know what i was going to do because buses at port authority didnt leave for a few hours so i panicked and this led to a ton of paranoia and confusion and as i left i thought everyone was after me including one of the djs, and bouncers from nearby clubs and cops who were everywhere. so at this point i ditched my 4 friends that i thought were after me too, and i just ran toward the center of the city and ended up taking a c train up to 103rd st trying to shake the people following me in harlem and ended up sitting in a small apartment park tripping balls until like 5am and started walking down to 42st to port authority. along the way i saw the biggest bunch of creeps in existence, including crack heads, prostitutes and transvestites on 8th avenue. i walked because i didnt have much money and when i got to port authority buses still werent leaving for another couple of hours and i just waited there with tired legs tripping balls and then the buses to my town werent running so i bought one to a town like 20 miles away and tripped on the bus ride, got to the town, and asked for dollars for county public transportation. didnt get one, but got offered a ride from some guy that owned a pet store and turned out to be some creep and then i walked a couple of streets to my house, went on the computer for hours, ate because i was fucking starving and listened to music. i ended up tripping from around 10pm-7pm the next day when i passed out until 11am this morning. so thats my story, and i learned not to take that much of a psychedelic substance in an unfamiliar environment although i do know new york city quite well as i live there with my dad. i was going to my mom's house in the suburbs. lesson learned. it turned out to be a nice trip when i got home and at cosm until it ended. that was a crazy time in between.
thats fucking crazy man. i could imagine in the city wouldn't be the best place to trip no matter how well you know it. too much shit happens. hell, even central park aint 100% safe.
oh, nah i've tripped there plenty of times, but i've known the potency of the drugs i took, but not this time. the city is actually quite amazing tripping.
new york city is amazing tripping. the first time was after seeing daft punk, although the city was amazing, nothing could top seeing daft punk. then again a few weeks ago a friend and i went all over exploring the city going to a bunch of touristy spots and shit, it was so much fun.
